Love For Kyle

Hey there welcome. Feel free to ask questions to any of us, but mostly it will be me Kyle here. Also, yes, all four of them are my boyfriend at once. We're polygamous. ((Heya, so I have no real idea what to call this besides where I'll put all my drawings of South Park especially my shipping drawings since I can't ship just one apparently. Main Ships featured Cryle, Twyle, Tryle, K2, Kystophe, and Style. May feature any other combination that catches my fancy) ))

[loveforkyle]

I can’t believe I let Stan talk me into coming with him to one of Bebe’s parties. Oh wait, yes I can, we had a bet, if Stan could stay together with Wendy for four months I’d let him take me to one of Bebe’s parties. Bebe’s specifically since they were the “wildest,” and I’ve technically gone to the more mild ones. How was I to know that the one time they don’t do their on again off again relationship would be the time I made this bet.

Speaking of, I look to the happy couple up in the front seats. They’re in their own little world talking most likely about Feminist this or that… Wendy has already decided she will be our DD, because, “You are getting drunk, and you will like it Kyle,” her words not mine.

I turn my attention to the outside world bored out of my mind. Has it always taken this long to get to Bebe’s house, or am I dreading the night that much? To be clear, I have never got drunk, any parties I would “go” to I’d volunteer to be DD. Kenny, Cartman, and Stan would never argue, all three of them like to get drunk, high, or both. Most of those parties I’d sit and read, or babysit those three to make sure they didn’t overdo it. This time I get to be on the end of getting drunk though… I sigh at the thought of it.

“Kyle,” a hand waves in front of my face. I snap my eyes to the offender, who is Wendy in the passenger seat.

“What?” I ask.

“We’re here,” she laughs, “Geez Stan, you’re right, he is dreading this pretty bad, huh?”

“Told you,” Stan says parking the car. I open my door not even gracing that with a response.

“Let’s just get this over with,” I mumble. Stan comes up beside me and throws his other arm over my shoulder.

“Oh, come on, you make it sound worse than it is,” Stan says guiding us to the door. Wendy knocks, and soon Bebe is opening the door. I shrug Stan’s arm off, and he lets it fall to his side.

“Wendy! Stan! Good to see you,” Bebe smiles, “Is that Kyle I see? I never thought I’d see him here!”

“He never thought he’d see himself here, but he lost a bet,” Stan smiles proudly.

“I’m right here you know,” I growl, “lightly” punching Stan in the side. He laughs in return. I grit my teeth, stupid football player super best friend.

“Well come on in. Enjoy the party,” Bebe smiles moving so we can enter. Wendy enters first pulling Stan behind her, and I follow them. There are people everywhere. I’m pretty sure all of South Park High is here… I see a bunch of different types of alcohol set up on a table with snacks. There’s another table set up where a bunch of the football players are playing beer pong. I can’t immediately make a beeline for the couch since I don’t have my book, and neither Stan nor Wendy are letting me out of their sights…

“Hey, Wends, what should we start him with?” Stan asks not even addressing me.

“Hmm. Shots would be a terrible idea, so how about a mixed drink? He might enjoy Jaegar and Dr. Pepper, so try that.”

“Do I get a say?” I interject.

“Nope,” they chorus. Stan walks off to the alcohol table, and I’m left with Wendy.

“There’s really nothing to be worried about Kyle. Getting drunk isn’t terribly bad, and it might help you relax for once,” Wendy jokes.

I ignore her and look around. Clyde is with Bebe, and the two of them seem to be in a heated make out session. Token and Nichole are grinding against each other on the “dance floor” if you could call it that. Craig and Tweek look to be in their own world talking with soft expressions… Red and Heidi are in a make out session while Cartman looks smug. I roll my eyes at that one. A hand lands on my shoulder effectively startling me. I turn to the person who of course is Stan.

“Geez Ky, stop being so uptight for one night,” he hands me my drink while I give him a glare in return. I sniff the drink warily and notice that it smells completely like Dr. Pepper. I raise an eyebrow at that honestly surprised. “It’s not gonna bite you,” Stan says.

“I know, I was just smelling it first,” I respond. I take a small drink equally surprised that I can’t taste the alcohol. The surprise causes me to take a bigger drink almost expecting it to be plain alcohol, but again it tastes like Dr. Pepper only slightly off.

“Okay, I give. Are you pranking me?” I ask completely confused at this point. Stan laughs.

“Nope, there’s about a shot of Jaegar in there. There’s just more Dr. Pepper so you can’t taste the Jaegar,” Stan says. I narrow my eyes looking at the drink. How weird… I just shrug and take another drink. The ice in it hits my teeth slightly. It takes me a while to notice the arms that have wrapped themselves around me, and the head that is resting on my shoulder.

“Why didn’t you say you were gonna be here?” Kenny whines by my ear.

“Well hi to you too Ken,” I roll my eyes, and take another sip before continuing, “and I didn’t know I’d be here until Stan informed me this morning.”

“And he’s here to party, and not be a stick in the mud reading,” Stan chimes in. I feel Kenny untangle himself from me to actually look at me.

“No way,” he smiles wickedly. Stan smiles and nods.

“I can’t wait to see drunk Kyle,” Stan says. I get a good look at Kenny, surprisingly he’s not drunk or stoned yet. I let the continue talking about how exciting the prospect of me drunk is while I finish the drink Stan made.

“Want me to make you a drink this time?” Kenny smiles mischievously.

Before I can answer Stan does, “No way Kenny, you’ll make it super strong and he won’t want to drink ever again.”

“Will not,” Kenny pouts.

“You will so, dude,” Stan takes my glass from me and walks away.

“You believe I wouldn’t, right Kyle,” Kenny looks at me “innocently”.

“Kenny, this is you we’re talking about, I’m sure you’d try not to make it too strong, but it would end up happening anyway,” I tell him.

“That’s fair,” he nods, “So, how’d they convince you to come here?”

“Lost a bet. I bet that Stan and Wendy couldn’t stay together for four months straight.”

“No fucking way!” Kenny laughs as Stan comes back. He hands me the drink, and starts drinking one of his own.

“So Kenny, why aren’t you drinking?” Stan asks.

“I’m Butters’ DD,” Kenny smiles proudly.

“Uh-huh, and where is Butters?” Stan asks.

Kenny’s smile turns to a frown, “The bathroom.”

Stan nods at that, “There’s a reason I won’t let you make me a mixed drink.”

“Hey, they aren’t that bad,” Kenny protests.

“No, you just add too much alcohol,” Stan insists. I can’t help, but drink my drink as I watch the argument. I just now realize Wendy isn’t at Stan’s side.

“When did Wendy leave?” I ask.

“After you ignored her she went to hang with Bebe,” Stan says, “also geez, you’re done already?”

I look at my empty glass equally surprised. “Oh, I guess so,” I frown.

Before Stan can grab it Kenny does. “Don’t worry, I got this,” Kenny doesn’t give either of us a chance to respond before he’s gone. Stan sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.

“If it’s bad, hand it to me, and I’ll fix it,” Stan says. I nod, and we stay in a comfortable silence until Kenny comes back. He hands me the drink looking downright proud of himself. I take a sip, and am surprised that it tastes like Root Beer.

“I give, where’s the alcohol?” I ask taking a bigger drink.

Kenny gives me a big smile, “You see my drinks don’t have too much alcohol in them. It’s a shot of vodka with Root Beer.”

Stan raises an eyebrow, “You seriously only put a shot?”

“Yes, mom,” Kenny rolls his eyes. Then he fixes me with a serious look, “Careful though, just because you can’t taste the alcohol doesn’t mean it’s not there. Honestly it’s more dangerous that you can’t taste the vodka, since you don’t realize how much you’re drinking, and you’re drunk before you know it.” I watch a familiar head of blond hair stumble over to Kenny and lean on him.

“Kenny, make me one- just one more drink,” Butters slurs.

“Nope, but thanks for proving my point. Butters here has had five of those drinks within an hour.”

“Kyle is that you? Golly, I didn’t think I’d see you here. Did Kenny make you a drink? He’s so good at it,” Butters rambles. I take a drink quite amused with that.

“Yeah, Ken made me a drink,” I nod. Butters stumbles over to me and takes up the same position he had on Kenny.

“He makes ‘em real good, but he won't make me another one,” Butters whines.

“I heard,” I nod.

“Could I have a drink of yours?” Butters tries to flutter his eyelashes to ask sweetly, but instead it ends up looking like rapid concentrated blinking.

“Nope,” I laugh.

“Aww, why not?”

“Because it's mine,” I chug the rest of the drink. That causes Butters to frown at me. I give him a victorious look in return.

“Okay, I know you can't feel the alcohol yet Ky, but that's three mixed drinks in the course of a hour. I know we said it'd be funny for you to be drunk, but I think so many drinks might be overdoing it,” Stan says. Kenny grabs my cup.

“Nonsense,  he's gotta at least have another before you cut him off,” Kenny walks back to the alcohol table.

“Dude, when that all hits, I won't be surprised to see you acting like Butters or trying to fight everyone,” Stan shakes his head.

“You were the one who said I needed to enjoy myself,” I shrug. Kenny returns handing me the cup. I don't even second guess myself as I chug this one while looking pointedly at Stan. He throws his hands up.

“You know what I'm gonna go find Wendy. She needs to babysit you,”Stan walks off. I look at Kenny with pleading eyes.

“I won't chug it this time, could you make me another one, pleeeeease?”

“One more, but you have to promise me you'll sip this one,” Kenny says. I nod.

“I promise.”

“I want one more,” Butters whines.

“I'll bring you back a water, but that's it,” Kenny decides walking away.

“Hey Kyle, did you know, know you smell like green apple,” Butters has himself pressed close enough his nose is in my hair. My hat became slightly tilted, but I didn't really care.

“Well, that is the kind of shampoo I use,” I tell him.

He giggles, “It smells pretty.” His giggles are infectious and I start laughing as well. Kenny comes back with a smile on his face.

“Starting to feel tipsy yet Ky?” he asks handing me my drink, and Butters a cup of water. Butters releases me and takes the cup drinking greedily.

“Maybe a little,” I smile in return, taking a small sip like I said I would.

“I would say definitely, let's get you two sitting down before it hits too much harder,” Kenny says. I try to take a step and am amused by how difficult it is. So amused in fact, that I giggle. Kenny guides me and Butters to the couch as I am assaulted by giggles.

“Geez, breathe Kyle,” Wendy comes over with Bebe at her side.

“But walking is so, so funny,” I tell her through the giggles.

“He's so drunk,” Bebe laughs. Wendy nods.

“Do you three want to play a game?” Wendy asks with a smile. We all agree and her smile gets wider.

“So, Butters, truth or dare?” she asks

“Dare,” he replies no hesitation.

“I dare you to kiss Kenny.” There's no hesitation as he pulls Kenny down and gives him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Kenny’s face goes red and I'm assaulted by more giggles.

“Okay, Ken, truth or dare?” Butters continues.

“Oh, um… Tru-uth?”

“How boring. Hmmm…. What's your dream?” Butters asks. It looks as though the tension flees Kenny’s body as fast as it got there.

“To give Karen a good life. Bebe, truth or dare?”

Bebe looks up with a smirk, “Dare.”

“I dare you, to drink a shot of vodka, plain.”

Bebe’s smirk falters for a second, but she gets up and goes to get it. I just realized that I haven't stopped giggling since the girls showed up, and that makes me giggle harder. Bebe comes back with a little glass. Kenny nods and she drinks it in one gulp. Her face twists in disgust.

“Okay Kyle, it's your turn. Truth, or dare?” Bebe asks her face still twisted. I take a breath to get my bearings a bit.

“Tr-truth,” I stutter.

Her smirk is back, “Who, do you like?”

“Twaig and Creek,” I say. It takes a second before I'm giggling, and fixing it, “I mean Craig and Tweek.”

“What, like both of them at once?” Wendy asks.

“Yea-aaup,” I giggle. Why is everything so funny? “Hey, Ken, truth or dare?”

“Give me a dare,” he smirks.

“I dare you to-to hmmm….” I crinkle my eyebrows. What could I dare him to do that he hasn't already done. My eyes light up, “I dare you to give me a ride to school the entirety of next week.”

“Seriously?” Kenny asks with a raised eyebrow. I nod. “Well fine, easy.”

“Geez, you could have dared him to do anything and that's what you come up with,” Bebe pouts. I shrug.

“Butters truth or dare?” Kenny asks. I look at Butters.

“Dare,” Butters eyes shine with challenge.

“I dare you to drink that whole glass of water so I can get you another one,”

“Aww, but that's so boring,” Butters pouts.

“Too bad. A dare is a dare,” Kenny insists. Butters starts chugging the water as Stan stumbles his way over. He drapes himself across Wendy, and looks at us.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing truth or dare,” Wendy tells him. Stan is kissing on her neck and my nose crinkles in disgust.

“Not in public Stan, nobody wants to see that,” I say. Stan looks at me for a second before flipping me off.

“You're just jealous.”

I roll my eyes, “Jealous of what? The fact that you're putting more effort into relationships than school? I'll keep my 4.0, and Valedictorian running thank you very much.”

“You'd understand if you ever got yourself a relationship. Hell, maybe the guy could fuck that stick you got shoved so far up your ass out.” Stan slurrs. I flip him off this time.

“Boys, boys, you're both drunk. I say we get you home before this escalates any farther,” Wendy stands up.

“Here, I'll help get Kyle to the car,” Kenny offers.

Wendy smiles, “I'd appreciate that.”

Kenny takes my glass out of my hands which surprises me, I forgot all about it. He then offers me a hand. I take his hand, and he pulls me up. I can't help it, and stumble into his chest which has me giggling again.

“My mom's gonna fucking kill me,” I realize which for some reason cause my giggles to get louder.

“Oh fuck, good point,” Stan says.

“I got a solution. I was already gonna have Butters stay the night, so Kyle can stay with me as well,” Kenny reasons.

“We already had that planned out. Kyle is staying the night with you Stan,” Wendy sighs, “But it was a kind offer. Thank you Kenny.”

“No problem. I'd do anything for my favorite ginger,” Kenny states. I giggle burying my face into his shoulder getting a bit sleepy.

“I'm tired,” I mumble. Kenny picks me up bridal style and I couldn't care less right now. I'm surprised at how fast I doze off like that. I hazily remember getting in the car and buckling up, and stumbling up the stairs to Stan's room.

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I wake up quite groggy from last nights activities. Surprisingly, I don't have a hangover and can remember the night pretty clearly, but my face immediately reddens as I remember the game of truth or dare. I look at Stan whom is already awake. I realize he must have woke me up. I slowly sit up, and take the offered water from him.

“Sorry about what I said last night, Wendy told me it was pretty bad,” Stan looks hopeful that I've just forgot.

“It was pretty bad, but it's fine. You're still my super best friend even if your idea of getting me drunk embarrassed me.”

Stan slumps a bit, “Damn, I'm jealous dude. I got waaaay too drunk and can't remember anything. Not to mention the massive headache when I first woke up.”

I shrug, but stand up, “I'm using your bathroom my mouth tastes disgusting.” I grab the toothbrush and toothpaste from the overnight bag, and my spare clothes.

Stan laughs, “Go for it dude.”

I walk to the bathroom and get everything done that I need to. When I walk back into Stan's room his face is pale, and he's staring at his phone. I raise an eyebrow.

“Dude, is everything okay,” I ask. He shakes his head, and looks at me.

“Check your phone,” is all he gives me to go on. I shake my head, but grab it anyway. I notice first how many messages I have, and decide to check the oldest first. It's from Bebe, and it's a video. I click it, and see the setting from last night. My face goes bright red as I hear her words. I click out of it immediately noticing that it was sent at 1:35 am. Meaning she was probably drunk still… I just glance at the message sender's and see I have one from Cartman, one from Kenny, three from Butters, two from Clyde, and one from… Craig…

“Well, fuck me,” I groan throwing myself face down on Stan's bed.

“Dude, why didn't you tell me? I'm supposed to be your super best friend. I didn't even know this until now.”

“It's embarrassing… To be fair, you never asked either, you were always busy with football or Wendy,” I argued.

“It makes so much sense though. How you'd always stare at Craig and even Tweek. Not to mention how Tweak Bros Coffee is your go to place to hang out anymore. Dude, how did I not notice,” Stan sits beside me. My phone goes off, and I grab it with a frown. It's a message from Bebe.

‘I am so so so sorry 😣😢’

I ignore it, and finally open the next latest message from Cartman.

‘i new you wer a fag’

Kenny.

‘im sry didnt kno b was recording’

Butters.

‘Golly, we were really drunk.’

‘I can't believe I kissed Kenny.’

‘I do wish you good luck. Golly, I'm sure if they've seen it they'll understand.’

Clyde.

‘dude shuld have said something’

‘i wuld so be your wingman if you need it craigs like my best bud and all’

Finally the one I've been dreading looking at from Craig

‘We need to talk. Tweak Bros Coffee 3pm.’

I check the time on my phone which says 2:30 pm, and my face pales again.

I look at Stan, “Dude, you know you're my super best friend, right.”

“Yeah,” he looks at me in confusion.

“I'm gonna ask you a big favor, kill me before I die of embarrassment.”

“It's not that bad.”

“Craig, and most likely Tweek wanna talk at Tweak Bros Coffee at 3. Dude, he's gonna let me down, and it's gonna be all awkward and embarrassing.”

“It won't be that bad. I mean then you can at least get over it, besides you'll never know unless you try.”

“Okay, you had me until the end there.”

“I'm just saying maybe it won't be rejection.”

“Don't get my hopes up,” I cross my arms. Stan stands up and grabs my wrist.

“Let's go, I'll drive, and stay out in the parking lot until you get done.”

“Stan…”

“No ifs, ands, or buts,” he starts dragging me down the stairs and to his car before I can get another word in. The trip to Tweak Bros Coffee is quiet.When we get there the time on my phone says 2:55 pm. I climb out of his car, and look back to see Stan giving me two thumbs up. I jump as my phone goes off. It's Tweek.

‘Booth in the back. Got your favorite coffee already waiting.’

A small smile comes over my face. How considerate of Tweek to tell me that. I take a deep breath and walk into the coffee shop. Mr. Tweak greets me, and points toward a booth. I thank him and walk over chewing my bottom lip out of nervousness.

I meet eyes with Craig first, surprised that him and Tweek aren't sitting side by side. He motions for me to take a seat beside Tweek. Tweek looks at me with a kind smile. I take a drink of the coffee in front of me, and am immensely grateful that Tweek knows my favorite.

“Did you mean it,” Craig ever blunt and straight to the point. I swallow the drink and look him in the eyes.

“I may have been drunk, but I don't lie,” I tell him. He holds my stare for a second searching my eyes for the truth. He must have found it, because he relaxes a second later.

“Thank fuck,” he breathes. I look at Tweek in confusion. Tweek has a huge smile now.

“So, you like both of us. Equally?” Tweek asks. I nod still confused.

“Yeah. Listen if you're gonna let me down can you do it quickly if you keep talking like that you're gonna get my hopes up.”

Tweek and Craig both look surprised at that. “We're not rejecting you,” Craig starts. I feel my heartbeat pick up.

“Yeah, if you'd like, we'd love to try a three way relationship with you,” Tweek grabs my hand. I feel the light shaking that still plagues him. Him and Craig have been work in on that for years, and it's obviously working.

It takes a second to sink in and then I blink again before shaking my head, “So, wait. It's not just a curiosity thing right?”

“No, if that was the case we'd just get Kenny,” Craig shrugs. I hear a thud and he's saying ow, loudly a second later.

“Craig's not the best at communicating his emotions what he means is, we've talked about this quite a bit, and come to the conclusion that we both have mutual crushes on you, and have for awhile,” Tweek explains. I feel my face go red and I can't meet either of their eyes as I stare down at my coffee. I can't help the rather large grin at hearing that.

“So, yes or no?” Craig asks in his nasally monotone.

“Okay,” I smile at Craig. His eyes widen and he looks away from me with a light blush.

“Jeezus! I was so scared you'd say no.” Tweek throws his arms around me. I hesitantly wrap my arms around him in return. I know my heart is going crazy right now…

I ignore the buzzing of my phone and smile at the both of them. I have a feeling this I gonna be amazing.

“So, what are the rules?” I ask fate a moment.

“Communicate, even if it's embarrassing, and that's about it,” Tweek says. I look at him in surprise as he moves back to sit on the seat. He grabs my hand again to make up for it.

“Neither one of us are big on making rules. Just go with what feels right,” Craig shrugs. I smile.

“Sounds easy.”

“Relationships aren't supposed to be hard or difficult,” Craig replies setting his hand on top of Tweek, and mine.

“Wanna see something funny?” Tweek whispers to me. I give him a nod.

“Craig has the most gorgeous blue eyes, wouldn't you agree Kyle,” Tweek says giving Craig a smile.

“Agreed,” I nod. I watch Craig's face go red.

“Yeah well, your whole face is adorable Tweek,” Craig states. I can't help the slight laugh. Tweek wasn't wrong, not only is the stoic badass of the school blushing, but he also sucks at being smooth. Tweek looks at me with a smirk.

“You know, Kyle, you have the cutest curly hair it's only fitting that the color makes your eyes pop as well.”

My face goes back to the bright red, “Yeah? Well, it's only fitting that your eyes are as pretty as emeralds, since you're as precious as they are.”

I get a laugh out of him, and his cheeks are a light pink. I glance over at Craig and am surprised to see a small smile on his lips. I see Tweek smile back at him, and I do the same. My phone starts buzzing again, and this time I look at it. I see two messages from Stan.

‘Told Kenny. he's on his way.’

‘Kenny’s here, and we're coming in since we haven't heard from you.’

I groan, and look up at them. “Stan and Kenny are coming in apparently.”

“Why?” Craig asks.

“They're nosey,” I answer. I hear the door open and try not to look at it.

“Kyle, your knights are here to rescue you,” Kenny says loudly getting everyone's attention on him. I bring the hand they're not holding to my eyes. I feel Craig's hand tighten over Tweek’s and mine.

“Tell me when they're gone,” I mumble. It's quiet for a total of a second before I hear footsteps getting louder.

“How dare you try and hide from your knights,” Kenny pouts. I remove my hand and look at them with a blank look. Stan sighs.

“Tweek. Craig,” he nods at them both.

“Stan, Kenny,” Tweek smiles. I can see it's easily fake though.

“Oh, Tweekers!” Kenny smiles with a wave. I see Tweek’s smile twitch a bit.

“Marsh, McCormick,” Craig interrupts.

“Tucker,” Kenny turns to him and glares. Craig gives a middle finger in response.

“Anyway, you're not crying, so, I assume it wasn't as bad as you thought it was gonna be?” Stan says.

“It would be better I you two hadn't interrupted,” I tell him. He rolls his eyes.

“Kenny wanted to come save you from Craig's ‘evil’ clutches,” Stan says. I look to Kenny with a raised eyebrow.

“He is evil, he betrayed us that one time and everything,” Kenny defends.

“I seem to remember a certain ‘Princess’ going mad with power for the stick. Besides I was a kid, and sided with my best friend,” Craig states.

“Yeah!? Well at least I was a better super hero. I mean, Super Craig, really? That's so stupid,” Kenny argues.

“What kind of name is Mysterion? A lame one that's what,” Craig replies. I watch him stand up and look down at Kenny with his slight height advantage.

“Guys,” Stan sighs. Tweek nudges me, and I lean in to hear what he has to say.

“I really don't feel like listening to them argue. We could probably leave and the three of them wouldn't notice.”

I look up and sure enough Stan has started arguing with them. “Where to?” I ask.

“We can wait it out at my house,” Tweek suggests. I nod.

“Okay, sounds good.” We quietly climb out of the booth and Tweek takes my hand guiding me to the employee parking.

“Oh, he said yes? How exciting.” I look over to Mrs. Tweak.

“Yeah, we'll tell you later, if Craig wonders let him know we're at the house. We don't want to be part of the argument,” Tweek states. She nods with a smile.

“Remember safe sex is happy sex,” she smiles.

“Jeezus mom! It's a little soon for that, we're just gonna talk.”

Tweek grabs his keys, and we walk out the door. I get into his car, and he starts driving. We make small talk until we get to his house. When we get there we sit on the couch to continue our talk.

“Okay, so Kyle, of you could have any job in the world without worrying about pay what would you wanna do?” Tweek asks

“I'd wanna be an author, but since we live in a world where we have to worry about that I'll just follow in dad's footsteps and become a lawyer. You?”

“I know you're probably expecting barista or something, but I'd wanna be a singer or actor. Craig would wanna be a photographer. He's really good at it,” Tweek says. He stands up, and goes to a bookshelf. He grabs a small book, and places it on my lap. I raise an eyebrow at him.

“It’s some of Craig’s favorite pictures that he put together for me for our recent anniversary,” Tweek explains sitting beside me with a warm smile. I open it and am greeted with a picture of Tweek on a swing set and a large smile. Most of the pictures are of Tweek, and they are amazing. I’m surprised that there are a couple of the both of them.

“Those were a request of mine. I wanted to have pictures of the two of us together,” Tweek admitted. “You’re coming up on one of my favorites.” When I turn the page I’m surprised by a picture of me with Tweek.

“I remember this one,” I smile. “I hung out with you guys since Stan and Kenny were getting on my nerves. We had so much fun. Clyde was all sentimental about getting a picture for memories. He even insisted I take a picture with you each individually, and together as a group.”

“The one of you and Craig is on the next page.” I turned the page and sure enough it is along with the picture of all of us. I turn the page to see a flustered Craig without his hat and in a tux. “That one was from Prom last year.”

“But he had his hat on at Prom,” I insist.

“This was before he insisted he needed to wear his hat,” Tweek rolled his eyes. I turned the page and realized it was blank and the last page in the book.

“Craig’s way of telling me that the future is an open canvas, and we’ll make many more memories together,” Tweek smiled. I bit my lip and handed the book back to Tweek feeling insecure. They already had such amazing memories together I didn’t want to get between that, they were also really happy.

Tweek put the book back up on the shelf, “So, what did you think of Craig’s photography? He took most of those.”

“He’s really good at it,” I remark. Tweek nods enthusiastically.

“He’d be really happy to hear you say that. Speaking of has he not noticed we’re gone yet?” Tweek pouts sitting beside me. Tweek looks down at his phone

“Oh, I noticed,” my head snapped up to the door where Craig stood looking a bit smug.

Tweek sighs, “How many times have I told you, it’s rude to sneak up on someone.” Craig shrugs.

“Also Kyle something is up. I wanna know, now,” Craig sits on my other side. I’m about to say nothing is wrong before I stop myself. Honesty Kyle.

“I’m just a bit worried. I don’t want to get in the way with how happy you two look in those photos,” I admit. I hear Tweek gasp in surprise.

“You won’t,” Craig sounds so sure of himself.

“How can you know that?” I shoot back immediately.

“Because if you would have we wouldn’t have even brought it up,” he shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Besides, you’re going to make us even more happy. We’ll make even more memories,” Tweek says wrapping me in a hug. I relax hugging back.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Of course,” Tweek says holding tighter.

“Yeah,” Craig places a hand on my shoulder. I roll my eyes and pull away from Tweek to wrap an arm around Craig. He lets out a sigh pulling both Tweek and me closer. We stay like that enjoying the quiet and comfort of eachother. Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but I am incredibly happy.

((AN: I don’t encourage underage drinking, but if you do, remember that drinking a cup of water between mixed drinks will help keep you from getting a hangover. Drink them slowly to keep yourself from getting sick. The faster you drink the more you’re going to throw up. I’ve heard pickle juice will help with a hangover, but I don’t get hangovers, so I wouldn’t know. Drinking experiences vary depending on the person. Some don’t get hangovers others do, some remember what happened, some don’t. It depends on the person. Drink in moderation, and remember to have a DD.))

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So this is us. :) ((Don't much like coloring it. My Kyle is 5'3" and the shortest. Stan is 5'5", Tweek is 5'7", Christophe is 5'8", Kenny is 5'11", and Craig is a whopping 6'. Craig likes to brag about the 1" he has on Kenny, but Kenny always retaliates with a comment about him having bigger girth. Craig, Tweek, and Kyle are super close together because the relationship started with them. I will expand on that later. ;3Next came Kenny, Christophe, and most recently Stan. Craig doesn't get along well with Kenny or Stan. He doesn't trust Christophe at all. He also will only smile for Tweek and Kyle. Tweek doesn't care much for Stan or Kenny, but he also distrusts Christophe. He loves being with Kyle and Craig only. Kyle has fallen hardest for Tweek and Craig. Being with Stan feels awkward to him. Kenny and him get along, but he gets tired of Kenny's perverted comments. Christophe and him get along well enough. Kyle really just didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, and that's why all of them are together in the first place. Stan wanted a rebound... He still loves Wendy, but is hoping him being with Kyle romantically will help him get over her. (Sorry Style fans, it's just not my all time favorite even though I like it) Kenny just thought a relationship with so many people would be interesting. He really has the biggest crush on Butters, but believes him way out of his league. (Sorry K2 shippers again not my all time favorite.) Christophe genuinely cares for Kyle, but he also cares greatly for Gregory. He doesn't want to compromise his work strictly relationship with Gregory, and so went the safer route with Kyle. Honestly the only ones that really are in it for more than convenience and rather actually liking the person are Craig, Tweek, and Kyle. ))

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(Stan Reference)

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(Christophe reference)

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(Tweek reference)

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(Here is my reference for Kenny)

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(Craig reference)

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(Kyle Reference)