Author's Note:
OKAY REALLY QUICKLY!! Thank you so much to anyone who has read this far and indulged in my overly long story! (I am genuinely so sorry it's so long. I tried so hard to edit it down but failed.) I am ecstatic to have this finished and hyped to have it done just before my birthday!!! I appreciate all the comments and art that y'all have sent me and I absolutely loved being able to write this and have y'all read this! <3<3
But also quick warning to those who didn't like the ukulele chapter... YALL ARE GONNA HATE THIS 🫶 but don't worry I tried to make it quick and bearable
Also if you just want to put on "If I could turn back time" by Cher it will add to the immersion of the story, but also because that's what song the chapter starts with :D
Double also... this chapters hella corny but what do you expect? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯,
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"If I could turn back time."
Mole furrowed his brow down.
"If I could find a way."
Mole frowned and looked up from his magazine.
"I'd take back those words that have hurt you."
Mole tucked his cigarette in his ear and looked around the shop to see if his workers were also hearing the music.
"And you'd stay."
Mole grumbled as he watched his workers put down their things and go inspect the disturbance. He rolled his eyes and closed his magazine, realizing this was obviously something to gawk at and he would have to personally resolve.
"I don't know why I did the things I did. I don't know why I said the things I said"
Mole stepped out his shops doors and widened his eyes.
"Pride's like a knife, it can cut deep inside. Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes."
Craig stood tall in front of the shop with a boom box high above his head, his face straight and serious as Mole and his crew looked at the scene.
Mole looked the boy up and down, furrowing a brow as his sad attempt at tapping his foot on beat. "What do you think you are doing here, trou du cul?"
"If I could turn back time. If I could find a way. I'd take back those words that have hurt you." Craig put the box down and opened his arms up to Mole. "And you'd stay."
Mole sucked his teeth. "You're about to have a brick thrown at you!"
"Mole, we not broken up! Or at least not anymore!" Craig kept his arms wide for the peace offering, but still kept his distance in case Mole actually took to the brick throwing. "I got blackmailed into breaking up with him."
The man looked Craig up and down. "What? How could-"
"I can explain it all to you," Craig moved his arms to signal to Mole they should be making up already. "But you gotta help me get Chef and the PC guys to talk to me again. I have to do something important for Tweek."
Mole pursed his lips as he looked at the waiting arms, slowly taking steps forward to talk to the man. "For Mon Chou? Of course."
"But what about for me?" Craig frowned, his chest still aching as he looked at his friend.
The mean words Mole had said still stained his brain and his core, even though he had talked with his mom and she only assured him that she would never think so low of him and her first reaction came from shock. Yet the side of his face stung from the hit that happened from Mole's outburst, it still hurt with the rejection of who he was and might have been. His throat making it hard for him to swallow his nerves about him possibly being rejected by his friend again.
