You Are My Peach {Tweek X Craig}

14|The Finals 2/2|

(HOLY HECC THIS CHAPTER IS PROBABLY GONNA BE THE LONGEST CHAPTER IN THIS STORY- I HOPE IT'S GOOD THIS HAS TAKEN WAY TOO FRICKEN LONG H E C C)

Randy pulled out two white note cards, he held and hid the fronts like a winning deck of a card game. Jenny walked up and grabbed a card, bringing it back to her partner. The two secretly peeked at the card and smiled. Guessing they got something easy.

Craig retrieved the other card. He brought it back to Tweek and they took a look. The blonde slightly rubbed the back of his neck. What they got was quite interesting.

Macrons.

The flavor they got was pretty interesting. Blueberry cheesecake.

Tweek smiled. Macrons were pretty.. interesting to make. Tweek had made them a couple of times. He knew the basics.

Craig; on the other hand had no idea how to make macrons, let along,  had one. He only knows what they are, due to Tweek talking to him. He remembered his exact words that came from Tweek's mouth that day.

'One day, I'll have to make you some. They're really tasty!'

Before Craig could finish his thoughts, Tweek pulled him by the arm into the kitchen. "We have work we have to do!" Tweek beamed as he began getting the cookware to prepare the macrons. The blonde tried to think of what the ingredients were. It's been  so long since he last made them.

The dammed recipie hadd to be floating around somewhere in his head. 'Come on Tweek,' He tried mentally routing to himself. 'AHA! 'He remembered the recipie and quickly retrieved the needed ingredients for the dessert.

As Tweek set the ingredients down on the counter, he asked Craig to pre-heat the oven. The raven haired boy nodded and pre-heated the small oven. In the meantime, Tweek began making the frosting for the center.

Craig, on the other hand didn't exactly know what he was doing. He had a bowl with ingredients sitting next to it. "Uh, Tweek could you maybe help me out with this?" He asked. Tweek nodded. "Here, I'll start on this, just mix the stuff in my bowl." The blonde said.

Craig nodded and picked up the metal whisk, stirring the clumps into a paste. He glanced over to Tweek, watching him do his thing. Tweek's skilled hands worked accurately on the main part of the macrons . He blushed and zoned out.

His mind immediately traveled to what later on could be like. The butterflies in his stomach began to flutter instantaneously. He could see the scenery of Starks. The sun was setting, The water was glistening with a shade of pink and orange. The shiny yellow orb sparkled in the water. Leaves waved and swayed in the cool breeze. Dirt covered flower petals were stuck in the dry dirt. Fish swam in the water.

Such a beautiful, calming, honeyed place. No wonder Tweek loved that place so much.

Out of the blue, a snapping of fingers could be heard. Fingers snapped in front of Craig's face. "Craig, you alright?" Tweek asked. Craig shook his head a bit. "I'm alright. Just kinda.. Daydreamed." He nervously laughed as rubbed the back of his head. "Want to talk about it?" Tweek asked, forming small circles on a baking sheet.

Craig shook his head no. "Not here." He muttered. Tweek nodded and finished up the circles. Craig soon finished the stirring the paste.  A nectarous scent filled the kitchen. Distinctive things could be picked out. Mostly pistachio. Mint, honey, and vanilla were also floating around.Other scents were running around the kitchen but were barely noticeable. Believe it or not, it was a really relaxing scent.

Tweek picked up the pan and set them in the oven, letting them cook. "Just a warning." Tweek began, "Macrons are very easy to break. When putting the frosting on them, you have to be very careful."