𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; south park ☆

𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍☆; way too caught up in the moment.

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"IS THIS A GOOD IDEA?"
the blue—chullo—wearing boy whispered into his friend, Tolkien's, ear as he looked over at the goths who were talking about dark magic with Damien.

the taller male rolled his eyes, "calm down, this is a party. anyone is invited as long as their in our year."

"bro their gonna do some voodoo—doodoo shit, your gonna get your house and your ass haunted."
Craig warned, still staring at the group.

Pete felt his stare and turned around, Craig's eyes widen and instinctively he raised his middle finger.

everyone in South Park high knew Craig used that as a greeting so Pete gave one back before turning around.

"phew." Craig exhaled, "that was a close one..."

giggling, Tolkien patted his back as he took a swing of the beer he snuck in.

"hey Tolkien!"

A certain blonde greeted, Craig instantly turned his head towards.

"oh, h—hey Tweek."
he had barely succeeded in preventing his usually monotonous voice from any voice cracks, Craig then leaned back on the counter beside him arm first.
causing his arm to slip and he fell against the counter, Tolkien watched the whole thing as him and Tweek giggled.

"oh my god—are you okay?"
giggled between, Tweek walked over to his friend's aid, making Craig blush in embarrassment.

"I'm alright, Tolkien's counter are just a little slippery."
Craig tried to play it off with a goofy grin, exposing his teal braces.

upon seeing the braces, Tweek giggled before turning back to Tolkien.
"anyways, my parents let me off of work."

Craig watched as Tweek and Tolkien started to have a conversation, staying close to Tweek unintentionally.

Tolkien noticed this and came up with a great idea, smirking.

"I'm gonna go ask Nichole something, be right back."

then he left the pair alone, Craig at this point didn't know what to do but didn't want to seem freaked out in front of Tweek.

the blonde turned towards him, "how have you been?"

things haven't been this awkward in between the two, normally the conversation would flow smoothly until it was put into an end and the each go on with their lives. But Craig felt more nervous around Tweek. alone. at a party.

"good, y'know."

"oh! how's stripe?" Tweek twitched as he reached into his pocket.

with an eyebrow raised Craig watched as Tweek pulled out a tiny crocheted hat.

"I made something for him! It was supposed to be a little astronaut helmet but it came out a bit goofy."

Craig carefully took the hat into his hands as if it was made out of glass, "It's so cool. thanks, I'm sure Stripe will like it."

his sage—green eyes looked up at Tweek's who were already looking into his, but the two quickly started to heat up and look away.

"A—arg—anyways..."
Tweek twitched.

"DOES THIS EAT?"

Cartman looked up from his phone, he was currently lounging on your beanbag that was at the corner of the room, you were posing in front of the mirror wondering what you should wear to the party.

"uh, you still got some crumbs left."
he replied to his older sibling, making the teen groaned.

"well I asked for help fatass! so help me!"

"fine alright! it eats just leave me and my game of Minecraft alone!"
your morbidly obese sibling turned to his side begrudgingly, making you roll your eyes and look over your outfit one last time.

twirling around and checking your ass in the mirror to check if it looked big or not, you decided it looked decent.

"okay; let's go then."

"finally, we've been here for hours!"

"—oh, like you actually fucking helped."

"kill yourself! :3"

"YOU FIRST!"

★彡

"WAIT WAIT WAIT, REALLY?"
Tweek let out a contagious giggle that instantly infected Craig, making his let out a louder one.

a couple drinks in and the exes were talking, both leaning on the counter. it was as if everyone else didn't matter.

this is what Craig loved, little moments like these with the people he actually gave a fuck about. He was always keeping up his don't—give—a—fuck attitude and this is a relief to him, just being himself.

he knew what he was feeling now, happiness.

"y—hiccup yeah!"
Craig giggled more, the beer in his hands almost slipping through his sweaty hands.

"so after we broke up, you seriously wrote a diary entry about me, a playlist, and even vented to your friends about how you wanted me back?"
even as dorky and pathetic Tweek made it sound, he still thought it was adorable and he was glad it was him who he wanted. not anymore. or at least that's what he thinks.

Craig played with his hat a bit, "it sounds stupid, I know... I was a little dramatic back then."

the giggled faded away but Tweek kept the same smile on his face, "no..." his voice went lower, "I don't think it's stupid, I think it's pretty cute."

A grin then grew on Tweek's peach colored lips, throwing Craig off guard as he stared at Tweek's grin, his lips parting a bit.

"you—you do?"

"mhm."

Craig gulped, he though he was imagining Tweek's face coming closer until he could smell the vodka in his breath that usually smelled of coffee.

he also couldn't resist the urge but to move his face more towards the taller blonde, muttering something incoherent.

At this point, it didn't matter if anyone was watching, their noses was touching and their lips were just a kiss away.

both of them were done with the proximity and decided to just mix their lips together.

nothing else mattered but the kiss, both with their eyes closed in euphoria Craig smiled more as he felt Tweek's shaky hand's curled in his hair from under his hat, the tanner make started to move closer to the taller male not daring to pull their lips away. No. they were too caught up in the moment and how good it felt to ever stop. even if they were heaving and begging for air.

Tweek then leaned closer to Craig, trapping him against the counter.

Craig felt Tweek's lips part and prepared himself mentally and physically for tongue or whatever else he was willing Tweek to offer when a booming voice interrupted and brought the two out of the moment.

"HOLY FUCKING GUACAMOLE!"

Both the heavy—breathing pair turned towards the brunette, Clyde who had just entered the kitchen for another drink.

Tweek grinned shyly, "hey... Clyde, how's it going?"

Clyde's wide eyes and jaw dropped expression met Craig's slowly, who was giggling a whole bunch with a droopy—eyed dream like expression.
Half from the drinks, half from the kissing session he just had with his ex.

"gna—hiccup GnArly.." Craig croaked, with a mix of a hiccup and burped.

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