My cheerleader boyfriend?! (A Creek fanfiction)

The First Day Back (Part one)

It was the first day back at school, and normally people would see this as a nice thing, but not to one person.
Craig Tucker.
He was a young 17 year old male, going to high school. He had black raven hair, ocean blue eyes that were glazed over with a foggy grey, some would call this pale blue, but not him. He liked making it more difficult, more sophisticated. He had tan skin, and always wore the color blue, blue hat, blue jeans, blue jacket. It was ALWAYS blue, blue, blue.
But his boyfriend Tweek Tweak never complained, he loved Craig for how he was, just like Craig loved him for how he was.
Tweek Tweak was a twitchy, paranoid, blondie with bright green eyes with specks of dark green, and yellow.

Craig rolled out of bed with a grunt, looking around the room for something to wear. He threw on a white turtle neck with light grey stripes; over it he put on his jacket, a dark red scarf, then some black skinny jeans. He might as well have a bit of change for the new school year.

Meanwhile, Tweek was downstairs drinking some coffee. He has limited himself to four cups a day, and on the weekends six. He did this because he was trying to calm himself down, to be more his age, not some spaztastic child. Sure, he was 16 years of age, but he still didnt have to act childishly. He was wearing his normal clothing: a green button up, some blue jeans, and some light brown boots.
Tweek's mother, Mrs. Tweak, gave Tweek a soft laugh while she was walking over to him. Mrs. Tweak turned Tweek's face towards her, kissing his forehead lovingly. "Silly boy, you've got whipping cream all over your face." she gave him a smile, which in return got a small twitch, "Mom. I appreciate y-your help, but- Well.. You're embarrassing me." He turned away from his mother, taking another sip of his drink. "Embarrassing you? In front of who? Your dad?" Tweek shook his head, sighing.

Craig walked into the kitchen, his hands in his jacket pockets. He sat at the table his family was seated at, greeting them "Hey." His mother, Laura Tucker, looked at her son, "Hey, Craig. Rest well?" she walked over, sliding a waffle onto his plate. He looked at it, taking his fork "I guess, theres nothing special about sleeping." His mother sighs "I guess thats true."