Stan's POV
I storm out of our house angrily. Getting into my car and driving away. I hate fighting with him. I love the guy. He's my boyfriend . Of course I love him, but we haven't been doing anything but fighting since we moved in with each other.
"Fuck..." I hit the steering wheel. I'm so mad but sad because I don't want to lose him. I stop by the bar. Going in and sitting on one of their uncomfortable stools.
"Long time no see." I look up. Clyde.
"Since when were you a bartender?" I ask
"Since I needed money. Why are you here?" He asks
"For alcohol. Why else would I be here?" I answer
"I mean why. Don't be a smart ass." Clyde fills up a cup and hands it to me.
"Craig and I won't stop fighting." I sigh
"I knew he could've done better..." Clyde glares at me "but he loves you apparently" he adds
"Fuck You." I glare back
"You're the one that injected my best friend with liquid dream killer." He puts his hands on the bar and leans over me.
"I didn't do shit."
"You waste his paychecks on alcohol"
"These are my paychecks paying for this"
"Y'know What. Just because I want Craig to be happy. I'll help you." Clyde Sighs and goes into the back. Pulling out two wine glasses and a bottle of fancy wine. "Here. Go back home. Give him a glass, fill it halfway, fill one halfway for yourself, and talk to him. Not argue. Talk." Clyde says.
"Okay..." I take them, opening my wallet and putting a twenty on the counter, walking out and driving home. I stand at the door. I unlock it and go inside. Hearing the sniffles of my boyfriend. I go into our room and see him crying on our bed.
"Craig..?" I ask
He turns around "What?! You said you were gone, just go." He lays back down and tries to choke back his sobs.
"I don't wanna yell anymore, Craig I don't wanna fight anymore" I sit on the bed, by his feet.
"I never wanted to..." He sits up, I open the bottle of wine and pour half a glass, as Clyde instructed. Handing it to him, he gives me confused look as I pour a glass for myself and set the bottle on the nightstand, he takes a sip and sits crosslegged on our bed. I sit across from him. Also crosslegged.
"Let's talk." I state
"Talk? You want to- are you sure?" He asks
"Yes. I'm sure. You don't have to be afraid of me." I answer, taking his hand and rubbing the back of it slightly. He seems like his hand is gonna jerk away but he leaves it there.
"Okay." He Sighs somewhat relieved, looking up at me and smiling.
"How was work?" I ask
"Y'know. Work." He shrugs
"Will you go into detail?" I ask
"You... want me to?" Craig asks
"Yes. Please tell me how your day went" I sip at the wine and smile, he smiles back
~Hours Pass~
We hardly realized that we had been talking for hours, immersed in each other's words.
"Oh fuck... baby it's three in the morning..." I say, that's the first time I've called him that in a long time.
He goes red "oh. I guess it is.." he chuckles and shrugs.
"Yeah... you should get some rest..." I lean over and kiss his forehead, getting up and starting to walk away.
"Wait... Stan..." Craig says, I turn around to face him
"What is it?" I ask
"Will you... stay in here with me..?" He's nervous about asking. I can tell.
I have a light smile and my eyes soften "of course." I walk over to the other side of the bed, taking off my shirt and putting on pajama bottoms, getting under the covers.
"I shouldn't have to ask, this is your bed too..." Craig says
"Yeah but... I didn't know if you wanted me to sleep with you..." I shrug, he shakes his head and puts his arms around my waist.
"I've been wanting to for a long time... it's hard to sleep without you next to me" he admits
"I'll be next to you every night from now on then." I pull him close to me, he shifts to get more comfortable and rests his head against my chest. I kiss the top of his head.
"Goodnight" I whisper to him.
"I love you..." he responds, though I can tell his hesitant
"I love you too" I rub his back and take a deep breath, sighing happily.
~The Next Day~
I wake up before Craig, he's got a tight hold on me, like I'll disappear if he lets go. I get out of his grasp without waking him up, luckily he's a heavy sleeper. I go into the kitchen and start making breakfast. I make pancakes and eggs for us.
Once it's all done I go back into our room and see him curled up holding a pillow. I smile and walk over to him, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
"Time to wake up, Sunshine" I whisper to him.
He groans "Mmmm what time is it?"
"About eight-thirty..." I answer
"Do I have to get up?" He asks
"I made breakfast, it'll get cold if you don't get up" I answer, kissing his cheek.
"Okay okay, I'm up" Craig giggles, I move so he can sit up, he stretches and gets a shirt on, following me to the dining room, where I've set up his plate, he sits across from me. His eyes fixed on his plate as he begins eating.
"You're a good cook, Stan" Craig smiles slightly
"Thanks, I used to cook with my mom..." I look down and smile, remembering how I used to cook with her, it used to be our thing when dad was out making an ass of himself.
"Can we cook together sometime?" Craig asks "I've never done it before..." he adds
"We can make dinner together tonight" I look over at him and smile, he smiles back
"What has gotten into you?" Craig asks
"What do you mean?" I respond
"Well... we aren't fighting... and we're gonna do things together..." Craig says
"Because we're Boyfriends. We aren't enemies anymore..." I shrug
"Yeah... But... for the longest time..." I cut him off
"Things can change, Craig. I don't want to fight anymore, I don't want to hurt you anymore... I love you." I hold my hand out for him, he reaches for it and grabs it. He then let's go and gets up, walking over to me and hugging me, but since I'm sitting his hands go around my shoulders, I wrap an arm around his waist, and his forehead goes against the top of my head. I put my fork down and turn some of my body a little. I put my second hand around the back of his thigh and stand up, picking him up in the process. He wraps his legs around me. His hands go on my shoulders and for once, he's taller than me. I look up and him and he takes that moment to lean down and put our foreheads together.
"Y'know... I should be taller than you..." He says quietly.
"But you aren't." I stick my tongue out teasingly.
"I don't know what happened. My parents were the tallest people in South Park..." He complains
"Maybe you're adopted" I suggest
"I wouldn't be surprised" he seems relaxed against me, his eyes close and his head slips off mine and onto my shoulders. He slides a bit down my body, I let him, but I make sure he doesn't fall.
"What time do you work today, big cat?" I ask
"You don't know my work schedule?" Craig asks, chuckling slightly
"I hardly know my own." I respond, leaning my head against his.
"I don't work today, luckily, it means I get to spend the day with you." I can feel his smile against my shoulder. "It's Saturday. You don't work either" he adds giggling slightly
"You know my schedule better than I do." I chuckle and go over to the couch, sitting on it, I'm tired of standing, I sit on the couch so he's resting on top of me, he puts his arms around me sighing.
"You just leave. After a bit I got it down. You must be in autopilot" he concludes
"Well it hardly matters right now, today I'm yours." I take his hat off and dramatically throw it to the side. Craig chuckles, I can tell he wants it back until I start playing with his hair. Then he relaxes.
I can tell things are gonna get better between us from here on out. There are feelings that I forgot I had, feeling I forgot he had, but we will keep getting better.
We stay on that couch all day. Forgetting about our breakfast which eventually gets cold. Not that we mind, the TV plays a shitty show that neither of us like, but we talk through it. There's so much we haven't said and so much we needed to say. So we spent the day talking. We make dinner together for the first time. He isn't that good at it, but I teach him. I let him do most of it. Just so he can get a hands on experience instead of watching me do it all, I make corrections when he messes something up, so our dinner is somewhat good, and it is. He did very well, and I'm glad I got to share that experience with him. I feel more love with him than I ever have.
