Don't flirt at work! /CRAIG x TWEEK/

#27 - Locked up

No one said anything during the car ride, officer Carter forbid them to say a word. The boys could barely hold their mouths shut but they managed.

When they got to the station, Carter helped the boys out and put cuffs on their hands. She connected the cuffs, making a little line of the drunkards.

"Now, please be on your best behaviour. You'll have to stay the night and you'll be able to leave tomorrow morning."  She said.  "This is for your own and everyone else's safety."

The boys groaned but obliged. They followed the policewoman, stumbling here and there. Tweek let out a few hiccups and Stan started crying about getting locked up.

"Shut up Stan. You're suuuuch a baby when you drink."  Kyle rolled his eyes while having trouble walking straight.

They got inside. The officer let them into the hall and spoke a few words to her superior. The boys saw the unknown officer turn towards them and nod.

She walked back to the boys and led them inside the containment quarter.

"Okay.." She took out a clipboard and flipped a few pages. "A.. B.. C. Craig Tucker, cell 14."

She pulled on the rope connecting the boys and began leading them forward. The guys passed a bunch of people sitting quietly in their cells.

They turned left at the end of the hallway and walked a few meters before stopping.

"Craig, you're having a sleepover." The officer said and opened the cell door after removing the drunkards' cuffs. She pushed the boys in and before Craig could even realise what was happening, the guys were inside.

"Wha-" Craig sat up on his bed and looked around. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Eeeghhh, we got drunk." Stan replied, sighing sadly he slid down the stone wall and sat on the floor.

"And managed to bump into Lucy?" The noirette grinned.

"Yeah, she's awesome." Kyle chuckled.

Craig smiled at the two boys but his smile died down as his eyes travelled to Tweek. Their gazes met but Tweek instantly looked away and turned his back towards him.

"Fuck offfff." Tweek muttered. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and pouted.

Craig sighed sadly. "Tweek, can we talk about this?"

"No!"

Craig felt himself sadden. He rubbed his scalp and hugged his pillow. He felt helpless, the only thing he was able to do was look at the others and ask for help mentally.

"I'll talk to him, I am a greaaat influence!" Kyle exclaimed. "I am starting to sober up anyways!"

"You're not really convincing, ya know?" Stan said. His voice was sleepy, it seemed as he was dozing off.

"Shush!" Kyle hushed Stan and scooted over to Tweek. He put his arm over Tweek's shoulder and started whispering.

"Hey there, how are you holding up?" Kyle asked, his breath reeked from alcohol.

Tweek puffed his lips. "I dunno. I want him to apologise." He replied simply.

"Well, why not ask him then?" Kyle leaned closer to Tweek's ear.

"No. That would mean *hic* that I actually have to do something. I'm not gonna beg for his apology.." Tweek sighed, tensing up.

"I can help." Kyle smirked and ruffled the boy's hair. He stood up and sat next to Craig on his bed.

"What do you want?" Craig asked silently.

"I wanna play a tiiiiny game."

"Okay?" Craig raised his eyebrows. "What exactly?"

"I want you to tell me the truth, mkay?" Kyle winked at him. "Gonna ask you a question and you have to be genuine."

"That's not really a game.." Craig objected.

"Shut up I'm drunk and my head hurts, do you wanna make up with Tweeky-boy or not?" Kyle's temper rose.

Craig rolled his eyes but nodded soon after. Kyle grinned with satisfaction and spoke up:

"Would you beat Tweek's bully up again?"

Craig didn't speak for a few seconds. He thought out an answer and said it:

"Nah, Tweek was hella pissed and I understand him. And violence is not the solution blah blah. You get it." He snuck a glance at Tweek who was still pouting.

"Okay, and would you apologise?" Came the next question.

"If I had the chance, yes." Craig exhaled deeply.

"Aaand what would you say?" Kyle asked another question. Craig seemed to be thinking quite hard on the answer.

"I would.. I would probably-"

"I can't hear ya, please say it louder." Kyle requested.

"Ugh." Craig got frustrated. "I would say sorry for-"

"Louder." The drunkard grinned.

"You deaf or something?" Craig snapped at him.

"Maybe." Kyle put his tongue out and wiggled it.

"Jesus. So, I would probably say sorry for being a violent dick." Craig spoke loud enough for Tweek to hear. "I would also apologise for making him worry and I would promise him some sweet stuff.. like, trying to be calmer and so on." He confessed.

"And I would also ask to be his boyfriend." He added red-faced.

Kyle smiled. "What do you say, Tweek?"

"I.. I guess we can try to make it work.." He said quietly.

"What? You heard what I said?" Craig's blush deepened.

"Yeah.." Tweek smiled. "I can forgive you. I missed you a lot."

"I missed you too." Craig smiled warmly and stood up to embrace the drunk blonde. "Sorry for fucking up."

"It's okay. I *hic* overreacted." Tweek held Craig tightly. He felt his energy get drained from his body as he doze off to sleep in his new boyfriend's arms.

Craig traced his fingers along Tweek's cheek, silently admiring him.

"He's really cute." Kyle stated.

Craig narrowed his eyes. "Stay away from him."

"Too late." He laughed.

"Say that one more time and I swear I'm actually going to be locked up for 10 years." Craig gritted his teeth and hugged Tweek's tired body to himself.

"Ay, step off! I have Stan! I might have hit on Tweek here and there but he's your lover." Kyle put his hands up in defense.

"Isn't Stan straight?" Craig asked while raising his eyebrows.

The boys both looked over at Stan snoring peacefully in the opposite corner. The boy had a slight blush across his cheeks as he slept.

"God, I really hope he's not."

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