The boxer and the racer (creek)

Stan's fault (Craig)

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I have known Tweek since grade 4 have I been I love with him since grade 4? Yes and no. We had to fake date to save the town, but it was nice having a best friend. Sorry Clyde.

"Get a drink, you deserve it." I heard Tweek whisper into my ear. I felt his lips brush my ear and then he ran off again. Sneaky bastard.

Stan grinned at me, "you should tell him."

"Tell him what exactly, Marsh?"

"Oh we all know you guys are down bad for each other. Super obvious."

"Stan your not being serious. Oh my god." I huffed.

"I am though Craig Fucker." He leaned in closer to me. "Me and Kyle are dating now. Did you know?"

"Finally! Congrats man." I smiled at him. We all knew Stanley. You guys did a shit job at hiding it.

Of course I didn't say that to his face, that's rude. But that doesn't stop me from thinking it.

I looked over my shoulder to Bebe and Tweek dancing together singing songs from musicals. I think the one they were singing was from Newsies or something? I'm not sure, they are the theatre nerds. Not me.

I could already tell Tweek was wasted. Absolutely positively wasted.

"Now's your chance man." Stan urged me. "If he rejects you he won't remember it in the morning anyways. I'll distract Bebe."

"How?" I inquired. Bebe had a huge crush on Wendy? Didn't she?

"Luck and charm my friend. Now I have to make sure it's okay with Kyle for me to flirt with her I'll be right back." He slipped away and left me standing awkwardly a beer in hand.

I scanned the crowds for him and he slipped back to me pushing past people partying.

"Him and Bebe are gonna be so hungover tomorrow." Stan chuckled then walked over to Bebe and quickly led her away from Tweek offering to get her a drink. (This sounds like kidnapping and you know molesting but trust the process Stan is not about to hurt Bebe!!!!)

I slid in front of Tweek. "Hey, honey."

He looked down at me, his eyes were red. He was high and drunk. I'm honestly not suprised.

"Hey Craigy." His face spread into a goofy smile. His lanky figure crooked. That's how I could tell he was drunk, he always gets super bad posture. I don't know why but whenever he drinks he always bends down like a troll.

"So uh, I should cut to the chase shouldn't I?"

"I'm not sure where your going with this." Tweek said straightening up his back with a loud crack. A confused smile now played on his mouth.

"I'm in love with you Tweek." I said bluntly, we both froze registering the words.

"Thats gay." Was all Tweek said in response. My heart dropped a little. "You are a cutie, I've liked you since like-" he paused.

It was agonizing how long he was taking to figure out when he started. Oh my god TWEEK!!

"Grade four or five?" He said it like a question. He smiled encouragingly at me, "I love you too." He said simply then gravitated towards Bebe and Stan.

Stan walked over to me pinching the bridge of his nose. "Bebe is fun to talk to but she's so annoying drunk."

I laughed, "true."

"How'd it go?"

"He's not as drunk as he seems, he will probably remember it but have a wicked headache tomorrow."

"Ugh! Craig tell me if he said yes or no!" Stan prompted impatiently. 

"He said he loves me too. But I'll ask him to be mine when he is sober. You know what I mean?"

Then I heard a thump, then Bebe screaming.