Craig
I sit at lunch, eating with Clyde, Token, Tweek, and Jimmy. Clyde is boasting about some girl he's about to hook up with, Tweek rolls his eyes, as do I.
"Clyde you realize my gay ass doesn't want to hear about this, right?" I ask
Clyde gasps "I forgot! I'm sorry!"
I'm the only openly gay kid in South Park. I say 'openly' because I'm pretty sure there are some others at this school. My gaydar goes fucking crazy over some of the kids. Just by their actions or... how they talk even! How they talk to me especially.
"Craig?" Stan stands at my edge of the table, I look at him with a small smile
"What's up?" I ask, and Stan fidgets a little before he puts a note in front of me, he then quickly walks away with a beat red face. I'm confused, but I pick up the paper nonetheless.
"Ooo what's that?" Clyde asks, leaning over the table to try to look at it.
"Sit down I haven't even opened it." And I don't plan to until lunch is over. I have fifth hour with him, so I'll read it and respond in fourth.
Part of me is curious on what it is even though I'm sure it's gonna be some gay slur and a drawing of a dick. I've gotten those before, but the way Stan was acting was.. different, and he's not a gay basher... I know that for a fact.
After lunch, I sit in my fourth hour class and pull the note out... it's folded in half and has his name written on it, a small heart by the 'S'. I pull it open and prepare for the worst, but all I see is a little checkbox that says 'yes' 'no' and a question.
'I know this is a long shot, but I feel like taking some risks. Would you like to go on a date with me?'
I sigh as I read it. Well. At least it's not terrible... I sigh as I check my phone for a photo of him. He's... hmm. He's gay? Or... bi I guess... does he really want this? I sigh as I add another box.
'Text me: xxx-xxx-xxxx'
I close the note and put it in my pocket.... I gave him my number?! He hasn't had that since fourth grade! I blush. He really wants to date me? I smile and put a hand over my heart. I'm gonna have a boyfriend!?
In fifth, I'm sure to walk by him, and I drop the note on his desk before I go to my seat. He looks at me, then at the note, he then picks it up and flips it open, giving a light smile as he pulls his phone out. Moments later I receive a text. I immediately save his contact.
[Future Boyfriend ❤️]
>So, is that a yes?
[Craig T.]
>Its not a no. I just want to know if you're serious....
[Future Boyfriend ❤️]
>Yes. I'm serious. I actually have a crush on you, and I actually want to go on a date with you.
That makes me blush... I put my head down on the desk and hide it. Shit. He likes me?!! I look up and glance over at him, he's looking at me. I immediately look down and type out my message
[Craig T.]
>Okay... I'd love to go on a date with you.
[Future Boyfriend ❤️]
>I was thinking the coffee shop... just talking..... sound good?
[Craig T.]
>I'd love that. What time?
[Future Boyfriend ❤️]
>Around six? We can go for food after coffee.
[Craig T.]
>That'll work, I'll see you then.
After school, I go home and look at my closet. What should I wear? God this is so stupid and do gay of me. I fall back in bed and groan. My first ever date, and it's with Stan. Fucking Stan.
I pull myself up and go down to my mom, who's doing laundry "Hey mom? I have a question..."
"What's up honey?"
"I have a date tonight... and I don't know.... what to do.... I'm so nervous."
"Who's you're date?"
"Stan Marsh."
"Aww I haven't seen him in so long."
"Yeah he asked me on a date with him tonight and I agreed because he's fucking adorable and I want to date him, of course otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to go... but I don't know what to do! I don't know how to be a boyfriend! Or... sort out a boyfriend!"
"Well it sounds like he's gonna he the one leading everything, so just follow his lead, and try not to make sarcastic comments, be nice to him, answer his questions, and ask some of your own. Contribute and pay attention to him." She kisses my forehead and takes the basket of laundry, walking away. I sigh and nod. Alright. I can do this. It's just a date...
There's a knock at the door, which causes me to jump up and rush to get it, Stan is dressed casually, good. Neither of us are over or underdressed. He has a small bouquet of flowers that he hands to me. I look at them and smile before pulling him in for a hug. He's so comfortable to hug! He's like a teddy bear!
"They're beautiful, thank you..." I put them on the table beside the door and step out with him, he leads me to his car and opens the door for me, I get in and put my seatbelt on. When he gets in on his side he looks at me with a smile, then puts his own seatbelt on and starts his car.
When we get to the coffee shop, he holds the door open for me and puts his arm around me once the door shuts. I can feel my heart pounding. Oh my god he's so comfortable.
"What do you want, Craig?" Stan asks as he glances over the menu.
"Oh, I'm not too big on coffee... I'll probably just get hot chocolate." I answer, he nods and steps up, ordering for both of us and insisting on paying. I sigh as he moves us to a booth and sits beside me, his arm still around me.
"So.. are you bicurious or something? Am I your.. test?" I ask, though I'm not sure I want to know his answer. If I am then... shit. I don't know what I'll do.
"I'm bisexual. Craig. And no you aren't a test. You're hot." He doesn't look at me, but that comment made my cheeks flush. "I like your face, your lanky form, and your personality. Your confidence is attractive to me, you're just attractive to me" he answers, and I'm a fucking tomato at this point.
Tweek brings us our stuff, and smiles at us. "Yo-You two having a good day?" He asks
"The best day ever." Stan looks at me and gives my cheek an Eskimo kiss.
"The note he gave me was asking me on a date, so here we are." I sigh happily and grip his jacket.
"Aww, that's so cute, you've finally got yourself a boyfriend." Tweek smiles, though I can see a hint to disappointment behind his eyes, and I think Stan can too, because he pulls me closer. So.. he's protective, eh? "Well you two enjoy." He finishes, then walks away.
Stan lets go of me and takes the cup, taking a sip and smiling. "So... what have you been up to since you swore off hanging out with us?" He asks
"Nice and boring life. Came out to everyone, now now I don't have to worry about getting in unnecessary relationships with women, because I like dick."
"I've got one of those."
"I like that."
We both chuckle and I put my head on his shoulder. I can hear his heart pounding, and I can feel my own in response... God... I feel a bit sick...
"Uh... excuse me for a minute..." I get out of the booth and go to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and take deep breaths.
"Just be yourself... just be yourself... it doesn't matter that you really like him... don't lose your cool... just. Relax." I talk to myself. Then step back out, seeing a phone in his hands. As I come closer I realize that it's mine. I go red and take longer strides.
"Stan..." I warn, he puts my phone back down then looks at me.
"Hey, who's this 'Future Boyfriend' guy in your phone? Are you talking to other guys?" He asks. Oh you fucker...
"That's your contact name, dumbass." I roll my eyes and my face goes completely red.
"You look cute when you're embarrassed, c'mere..." Stan holds his arms out for me and, of course, I crawl in to join him in an embrace. He's cozy. Like a teddy bear.
"I'm not cute you asshole that shit's embarrassing..." I look away.
He takes my chin and pulls back from the hug, making me look him in the eyes. He gives me hardly any reaction time as he leans in and pecks me quickly.
"You uh- heh... wow..." I stammer out, my face can't get any redder. That was my first kiss!
"Craig I need you to know... I want to be your boyfriend. So badly... you have no idea..." he admits, and I look at him. He's red too. I lean over and kiss his red cheek.
"I want to be your boyfriend too, and I want you to be mine" I say very softly, got my heart is gonna explode.
"So what do you say?... will you be my boyfriend?" Stan asks
I can't help but chuckle "of course I will you goofball." I lean against him and put my arms around him once more. On the corner of my eye I can see Tweek, he's looking at us, and seemingly looks hurt, but I can't tell what's wrong or if he even is hurt. I could be seeing it wrong.
Regardless of Tweek. This is the best night of my life. I get an amazing first date, and the best first boyfriend I could've asked for.
