For Real /A CRAIG x TWEEK FANFIC/

#11 - Making up

"Y-yeah, what do you w-want, Clyde?" Tweek asked Clyde coldly, but anxiously.

"Actually, Craig wanted to say something to ya. He needs your help in algebra. He's failing right now." He replied with no hesitation. He already knew he was going to say that.

You fucker.. I'm going to kill you after this.

"Oh." Tweek got silent for a few seconds, hesitating what to say. After what seemed like forever, Craig decided to break the silence.

"Y-you wanna.. come over.....? M-maybe explain... stuff..?" Craig went with the plan. He could barely contain his shame, his cheeks flushed in a red color.

"Uhh.. sure.. we m-meet at y-your place? At.. 5:00PM..? I n-need to help at the coffee shop s-so I c-can't come earlier.." Tweek fiddled with his sleeve. Craig almost jumped from happiness.

"Great! No problem!!" He smiled like crazy. When he noticed he let his emotions come to the surface, he quickly slowed his breathing down, getting embarrassed again. Tweek walked back to Style and immediately started talking to them. The blondie seemed more relaxed and happy after their chit-chat.

"See?" Token smiled. Clyde winked at Craig with a smug expression.

"Pfft, I hate AND love you guys." Craig chuckled and hugged both of his friends.

"Yay! Friendship sandwich!" Clyde hugged back with Token.

Soon, the bell rang and the boys went to their seats, joy on their faces. Craig was happy himself, too. He couldn't pay attention to the lesson, due to Tweek sitting beside him. He was staring at him throughout the whole thing. Tweek was focusing on the lesson, jotting down every important thing the teacher said about Shakespeare. Tweek was a very educated and cultured boy; he always loved music, poetry and books as well. Craig never liked them before, but thanks to Tweek, he grew fond of some bands and writers.

Oh love.. Why do you have to be so sweet, yet so sorrowful...

Ok what the fuck was that thought. I need to gag. He smiled to himself, his eyes still focusing on Tweek. However, he didn't notice that Tweek was looking at him too. When he shook his gay thought out of his head, he locked eyes with the other. They stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Just make out already!" Someone whisper-shouted to them. It was Eric Cartman from the second row, looking at them, amused by the tension that went between the two boys.

Craig flipped him off and returned his gaze to the lesson. Tweek blushed slightly and started paying attention as well.

The rest of the classes went by quickly. Craig had one other lesson with Tweek, Physical Education. They had some shitty strengthening exercises, but Craig didn't mind. He could stare all he wanted. Yes, Tweek was slimmer and weaker than him, but he had a nice and athletic figure no one else had. He sometimes caught Tweek looking at him too and that made Craig almost burst from happiness. He did his best to show off his muscles, but in a way no one would notice, but Tweek.

After school day has ended, Craig went home and got prepared. He had a long shower and tidied his room up the best he could. He even told his sister to fuck off and stay in her room, which -surprisingly- she promised to do so.

It was 5:02 and Craig got a bit nervous. But to his delight, he heard a faint knock on the door. He jumped down the stairs and opened the door. And there he was; Tweek. Craig hid his excitement and happiness and said:

"Yo. Glad you could make it." He sad in an ever-so-monotone way. Tweek smiled weakly.

"W-well.. I promised to come.." He started fiddling with his sleeves.

"Come on in. I've tidied my room up, so I guess it won't be too messy." Craig invited Tweek in and led him upstairs. "Make yourself home. Do you need anything?" He asked, opening his room's door. Tweek casually walked in and sat on Craig's bed.

"N-no. I've already had my coffee at home and I brought a thermos, j-just in case.." Tweek said and held his metal thermos up. Craig chuckled.

"Of course you did. You always do." His heart ached at that.

Wow I missed this guy so much..

"So, about algebra.." Craig started talking again, but Tweek interrupted him.

"I know that it's not about that, Craig. I'm not a dumbass.. I wanted to talk as well." Tweek took his shoes off and put his feet on Craig's bed, making himself comfortable. "So.. say your stuff and I'll say mine.."

"O-okay.." Craig sighed and began talking.