I canât believe I let Stan talk me into coming with him to one of Bebeâs parties. Oh wait, yes I can, we had a bet, if Stan could stay together with Wendy for four months Iâd let him take me to one of Bebeâs parties. Bebeâs specifically since they were the âwildest,â and Iâve technically gone to the more mild ones. How was I to know that the one time they donât 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. Theyâre in their own little world talking most likely about Feminist this or that⊠Wendy has already decided she will be our DD, because, âYou are getting drunk, and you will like it Kyle,â 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 Bebeâs house, or am I dreading the night that much? To be clear, I have never got drunk, any parties I would âgoâ to Iâd 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 Iâd sit and read, or babysit those three to make sure they didnât overdo it. This time I get to be on the end of getting drunk though⊠I sigh at the thought of it.
âKyle,â a hand waves in front of my face. I snap my eyes to the offender, who is Wendy in the passenger seat.
âWhat?â I ask.
âWeâre here,â she laughs, âGeez Stan, youâre right, he is dreading this pretty bad, huh?â
âTold you,â Stan says parking the car. I open my door not even gracing that with a response.
âLetâs just get this over with,â I mumble. Stan comes up beside me and throws his other arm over my shoulder.
âOh, come on, you make it sound worse than it is,â Stan says guiding us to the door. Wendy knocks, and soon Bebe is opening the door. I shrug Stanâs arm off, and he lets it fall to his side.
âWendy! Stan! Good to see you,â Bebe smiles, âIs that Kyle I see? I never thought Iâd see him here!â
âHe never thought heâd see himself here, but he lost a bet,â Stan smiles proudly.
âIâm right here you know,â I growl, âlightlyâ punching Stan in the side. He laughs in return. I grit my teeth, stupid football player super best friend.
âWell come on in. Enjoy the party,â Bebe smiles moving so we can enter. Wendy enters first pulling Stan behind her, and I follow them. There are people everywhere. Iâm 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. Thereâs another table set up where a bunch of the football players are playing beer pong. I canât immediately make a beeline for the couch since I donât have my book, and neither Stan nor Wendy are letting me out of their sightsâŠ
âHey, Wends, what should we start him with?â Stan asks not even addressing me.
âHmm. Shots would be a terrible idea, so how about a mixed drink? He might enjoy Jaegar and Dr. Pepper, so try that.â
âDo I get a say?â I interject.
âNope,â they chorus. Stan walks off to the alcohol table, and Iâm left with Wendy.
âThereâs really nothing to be worried about Kyle. Getting drunk isnât terribly bad, and it might help you relax for once,â 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 âdance floorâ 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.
âGeez Ky, stop being so uptight for one night,â 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. âItâs not gonna bite you,â Stan says.
âI know, I was just smelling it first,â I respond. I take a small drink equally surprised that I canât 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.
âOkay, I give. Are you pranking me?â I ask completely confused at this point. Stan laughs.
âNope, thereâs about a shot of Jaegar in there. Thereâs just more Dr. Pepper so you canât taste the Jaegar,â 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.
âWhy didnât you say you were gonna be here?â Kenny whines by my ear.
âWell hi to you too Ken,â I roll my eyes, and take another sip before continuing, âand I didnât know Iâd be here until Stan informed me this morning.â
âAnd heâs here to party, and not be a stick in the mud reading,â Stan chimes in. I feel Kenny untangle himself from me to actually look at me.
âNo way,â he smiles wickedly. Stan smiles and nods.
âI canât wait to see drunk Kyle,â Stan says. I get a good look at Kenny, surprisingly heâs 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.
âWant me to make you a drink this time?â Kenny smiles mischievously.
Before I can answer Stan does, âNo way Kenny, youâll make it super strong and he wonât want to drink ever again.â
âWill not,â Kenny pouts.
âYou will so, dude,â Stan takes my glass from me and walks away.
âYou believe I wouldnât, right Kyle,â Kenny looks at me âinnocentlyâ.
âKenny, this is you weâre talking about, Iâm sure youâd try not to make it too strong, but it would end up happening anyway,â I tell him.
âThatâs fair,â he nods, âSo, howâd they convince you to come here?â
âLost a bet. I bet that Stan and Wendy couldnât stay together for four months straight.â
âNo fucking way!â Kenny laughs as Stan comes back. He hands me the drink, and starts drinking one of his own.
âSo Kenny, why arenât you drinking?â Stan asks.
âIâm Buttersâ DD,â Kenny smiles proudly.
âUh-huh, and where is Butters?â Stan asks.
Kennyâs smile turns to a frown, âThe bathroom.â
Stan nods at that, âThereâs a reason I wonât let you make me a mixed drink.â
âHey, they arenât that bad,â Kenny protests.
âNo, you just add too much alcohol,â Stan insists. I canât help, but drink my drink as I watch the argument. I just now realize Wendy isnât at Stanâs side.
âWhen did Wendy leave?â I ask.
âAfter you ignored her she went to hang with Bebe,â Stan says, âalso geez, youâre done already?â
I look at my empty glass equally surprised. âOh, I guess so,â I frown.
Before Stan can grab it Kenny does. âDonât worry, I got this,â Kenny doesnât give either of us a chance to respond before heâs gone. Stan sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.
âIf itâs bad, hand it to me, and Iâll fix it,â 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.
âI give, whereâs the alcohol?â I ask taking a bigger drink.
Kenny gives me a big smile, âYou see my drinks donât have too much alcohol in them. Itâs a shot of vodka with Root Beer.â
Stan raises an eyebrow, âYou seriously only put a shot?â
âYes, mom,â Kenny rolls his eyes. Then he fixes me with a serious look, âCareful though, just because you canât taste the alcohol doesnât mean itâs not there. Honestly itâs more dangerous that you canât taste the vodka, since you donât realize how much youâre drinking, and youâre drunk before you know it.â I watch a familiar head of blond hair stumble over to Kenny and lean on him.
âKenny, make me one- just one more drink,â Butters slurs.
âNope, but thanks for proving my point. Butters here has had five of those drinks within an hour.â
âKyle is that you? Golly, I didnât think Iâd see you here. Did Kenny make you a drink? Heâs so good at it,â Butters rambles. I take a drink quite amused with that.
âYeah, Ken made me a drink,â I nod. Butters stumbles over to me and takes up the same position he had on Kenny.
âHe makes âem real good, but he won't make me another one,â Butters whines.
âI heard,â I nod.
âCould I have a drink of yours?â Butters tries to flutter his eyelashes to ask sweetly, but instead it ends up looking like rapid concentrated blinking.
âNope,â I laugh.
âAww, why not?â
âBecause it's mine,â I chug the rest of the drink. That causes Butters to frown at me. I give him a victorious look in return.
âOkay, 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,â Stan says. Kenny grabs my cup.
âNonsense, Â he's gotta at least have another before you cut him off,â Kenny walks back to the alcohol table.
âDude, when that all hits, I won't be surprised to see you acting like Butters or trying to fight everyone,â Stan shakes his head.
âYou were the one who said I needed to enjoy myself,â 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.
âYou know what I'm gonna go find Wendy. She needs to babysit you,âStan walks off. I look at Kenny with pleading eyes.
âI won't chug it this time, could you make me another one, pleeeeease?â
âOne more, but you have to promise me you'll sip this one,â Kenny says. I nod.
âI promise.â
âI want one more,â Butters whines.
âI'll bring you back a water, but that's it,â Kenny decides walking away.
âHey Kyle, did you know, know you smell like green apple,â Butters has himself pressed close enough his nose is in my hair. My hat became slightly tilted, but I didn't really care.
âWell, that is the kind of shampoo I use,â I tell him.
He giggles, âIt smells pretty.â His giggles are infectious and I start laughing as well. Kenny comes back with a smile on his face.
âStarting to feel tipsy yet Ky?â he asks handing me my drink, and Butters a cup of water. Butters releases me and takes the cup drinking greedily.
âMaybe a little,â I smile in return, taking a small sip like I said I would.
âI would say definitely, let's get you two sitting down before it hits too much harder,â 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.
âGeez, breathe Kyle,â Wendy comes over with Bebe at her side.
âBut walking is so, so funny,â I tell her through the giggles.
âHe's so drunk,â Bebe laughs. Wendy nods.
âDo you three want to play a game?â Wendy asks with a smile. We all agree and her smile gets wider.
âSo, Butters, truth or dare?â she asks
âDare,â he replies no hesitation.
âI dare you to kiss Kenny.â There's no hesitation as he pulls Kenny down and gives him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Kennyâs face goes red and I'm assaulted by more giggles.
âOkay, Ken, truth or dare?â Butters continues.
âOh, um⊠Tru-uth?â
âHow boring. HmmmâŠ. What's your dream?â Butters asks. It looks as though the tension flees Kennyâs body as fast as it got there.
âTo give Karen a good life. Bebe, truth or dare?â
Bebe looks up with a smirk, âDare.â
âI dare you, to drink a shot of vodka, plain.â
Bebeâs 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.
âOkay Kyle, it's your turn. Truth, or dare?â Bebe asks her face still twisted. I take a breath to get my bearings a bit.
âTr-truth,â I stutter.
Her smirk is back, âWho, do you like?â
âTwaig and Creek,â I say. It takes a second before I'm giggling, and fixing it, âI mean Craig and Tweek.â
âWhat, like both of them at once?â Wendy asks.
âYea-aaup,â I giggle. Why is everything so funny? âHey, Ken, truth or dare?â
âGive me a dare,â he smirks.
âI dare you to-to hmmmâŠ.â I crinkle my eyebrows. What could I dare him to do that he hasn't already done. My eyes light up, âI dare you to give me a ride to school the entirety of next week.â
âSeriously?â Kenny asks with a raised eyebrow. I nod. âWell fine, easy.â
âGeez, you could have dared him to do anything and that's what you come up with,â Bebe pouts. I shrug.
âButters truth or dare?â Kenny asks. I look at Butters.
âDare,â Butters eyes shine with challenge.
âI dare you to drink that whole glass of water so I can get you another one,â
âAww, but that's so boring,â Butters pouts.
âToo bad. A dare is a dare,â Kenny insists. Butters starts chugging the water as Stan stumbles his way over. He drapes himself across Wendy, and looks at us.
âWhat are you doing?â
âPlaying truth or dare,â Wendy tells him. Stan is kissing on her neck and my nose crinkles in disgust.
âNot in public Stan, nobody wants to see that,â I say. Stan looks at me for a second before flipping me off.
âYou're just jealous.â
I roll my eyes, âJealous 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.â
âYou'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.â Stan slurrs. I flip him off this time.
âBoys, boys, you're both drunk. I say we get you home before this escalates any farther,â Wendy stands up.
âHere, I'll help get Kyle to the car,â Kenny offers.
Wendy smiles, âI'd appreciate that.â
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.
âMy mom's gonna fucking kill me,â I realize which for some reason cause my giggles to get louder.
âOh fuck, good point,â Stan says.
âI got a solution. I was already gonna have Butters stay the night, so Kyle can stay with me as well,â Kenny reasons.
âWe already had that planned out. Kyle is staying the night with you Stan,â Wendy sighs, âBut it was a kind offer. Thank you Kenny.â
âNo problem. I'd do anything for my favorite ginger,â Kenny states. I giggle burying my face into his shoulder getting a bit sleepy.
âI'm tired,â 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.
âSorry about what I said last night, Wendy told me it was pretty bad,â Stan looks hopeful that I've just forgot.
âIt was pretty bad, but it's fine. You're still my super best friend even if your idea of getting me drunk embarrassed me.â
Stan slumps a bit, âDamn, 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.â
I shrug, but stand up, âI'm using your bathroom my mouth tastes disgusting.â I grab the toothbrush and toothpaste from the overnight bag, and my spare clothes.
Stan laughs, âGo for it dude.â
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.
âDude, is everything okay,â I ask. He shakes his head, and looks at me.
âCheck your phone,â 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⊠CraigâŠ
âWell, fuck me,â I groan throwing myself face down on Stan's bed.
âDude, why didn't you tell me? I'm supposed to be your super best friend. I didn't even know this until now.â
âIt's embarrassing⊠To be fair, you never asked either, you were always busy with football or Wendy,â I argued.
âIt 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,â Stan sits beside me. My phone goes off, and I grab it with a frown. It's a message from Bebe.
âI am so so so sorry đŁđąâ
I ignore it, and finally open the next latest message from Cartman.
âi new you wer a fagâ
Kenny.
âim sry didnt kno b was recordingâ
Butters.
âGolly, we were really drunk.â
âI can't believe I kissed Kenny.â
âI do wish you good luck. Golly, I'm sure if they've seen it they'll understand.â
Clyde.
âdude shuld have said somethingâ
âi wuld so be your wingman if you need it craigs like my best bud and allâ
Finally the one I've been dreading looking at from Craig
âWe need to talk. Tweak Bros Coffee 3pm.â
I check the time on my phone which says 2:30 pm, and my face pales again.
I look at Stan, âDude, you know you're my super best friend, right.â
âYeah,â he looks at me in confusion.
âI'm gonna ask you a big favor, kill me before I die of embarrassment.â
âIt's not that bad.â
âCraig, 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.â
âIt won't be that bad. I mean then you can at least get over it, besides you'll never know unless you try.â
âOkay, you had me until the end there.â
âI'm just saying maybe it won't be rejection.â
âDon't get my hopes up,â I cross my arms. Stan stands up and grabs my wrist.
âLet's go, I'll drive, and stay out in the parking lot until you get done.â
âStanâŠâ
âNo ifs, ands, or buts,â 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.
âBooth in the back. Got your favorite coffee already waiting.â
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.
âDid you mean it,â Craig ever blunt and straight to the point. I swallow the drink and look him in the eyes.
âI may have been drunk, but I don't lie,â 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.
âThank fuck,â he breathes. I look at Tweek in confusion. Tweek has a huge smile now.
âSo, you like both of us. Equally?â Tweek asks. I nod still confused.
âYeah. 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.â
Tweek and Craig both look surprised at that. âWe're not rejecting you,â Craig starts. I feel my heartbeat pick up.
âYeah, if you'd like, we'd love to try a three way relationship with you,â 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, âSo, wait. It's not just a curiosity thing right?â
âNo, if that was the case we'd just get Kenny,â Craig shrugs. I hear a thud and he's saying ow, loudly a second later.
âCraig'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,â 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.
âSo, yes or no?â Craig asks in his nasally monotone.
âOkay,â I smile at Craig. His eyes widen and he looks away from me with a light blush.
âJeezus! I was so scared you'd say no.â Tweek throws his arms around me. I hesitantly wrap my arms around him in return. I know my heart is going crazy right nowâŠ
I ignore the buzzing of my phone and smile at the both of them. I have a feeling this I gonna be amazing.
âSo, what are the rules?â I ask fate a moment.
âCommunicate, even if it's embarrassing, and that's about it,â 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.
âNeither one of us are big on making rules. Just go with what feels right,â Craig shrugs. I smile.
âSounds easy.â
âRelationships aren't supposed to be hard or difficult,â Craig replies setting his hand on top of Tweek, and mine.
âWanna see something funny?â Tweek whispers to me. I give him a nod.
âCraig has the most gorgeous blue eyes, wouldn't you agree Kyle,â Tweek says giving Craig a smile.
âAgreed,â I nod. I watch Craig's face go red.
âYeah well, your whole face is adorable Tweek,â 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.
âYou know, Kyle, you have the cutest curly hair it's only fitting that the color makes your eyes pop as well.â
My face goes back to the bright red, âYeah? Well, it's only fitting that your eyes are as pretty as emeralds, since you're as precious as they are.â
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.
âTold Kenny. he's on his way.â
âKennyâs here, and we're coming in since we haven't heard from you.â
I groan, and look up at them. âStan and Kenny are coming in apparently.â
âWhy?â Craig asks.
âThey're nosey,â I answer. I hear the door open and try not to look at it.
âKyle, your knights are here to rescue you,â 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 Tweekâs and mine.
âTell me when they're gone,â I mumble. It's quiet for a total of a second before I hear footsteps getting louder.
âHow dare you try and hide from your knights,â Kenny pouts. I remove my hand and look at them with a blank look. Stan sighs.
âTweek. Craig,â he nods at them both.
âStan, Kenny,â Tweek smiles. I can see it's easily fake though.
âOh, Tweekers!â Kenny smiles with a wave. I see Tweekâs smile twitch a bit.
âMarsh, McCormick,â Craig interrupts.
âTucker,â Kenny turns to him and glares. Craig gives a middle finger in response.
âAnyway, you're not crying, so, I assume it wasn't as bad as you thought it was gonna be?â Stan says.
âIt would be better I you two hadn't interrupted,â I tell him. He rolls his eyes.
âKenny wanted to come save you from Craig's âevilâ clutches,â Stan says. I look to Kenny with a raised eyebrow.
âHe is evil, he betrayed us that one time and everything,â Kenny defends.
âI seem to remember a certain âPrincessâ going mad with power for the stick. Besides I was a kid, and sided with my best friend,â Craig states.
âYeah!? Well at least I was a better super hero. I mean, Super Craig, really? That's so stupid,â Kenny argues.
âWhat kind of name is Mysterion? A lame one that's what,â Craig replies. I watch him stand up and look down at Kenny with his slight height advantage.
âGuys,â Stan sighs. Tweek nudges me, and I lean in to hear what he has to say.
âI really don't feel like listening to them argue. We could probably leave and the three of them wouldn't notice.â
I look up and sure enough Stan has started arguing with them. âWhere to?â I ask.
âWe can wait it out at my house,â Tweek suggests. I nod.
âOkay, sounds good.â We quietly climb out of the booth and Tweek takes my hand guiding me to the employee parking.
âOh, he said yes? How exciting.â I look over to Mrs. Tweak.
âYeah, 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,â Tweek states. She nods with a smile.
âRemember safe sex is happy sex,â she smiles.
âJeezus mom! It's a little soon for that, we're just gonna talk.â
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.
âOkay, so Kyle, of you could have any job in the world without worrying about pay what would you wanna do?â Tweek asks
âI'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?â
âI 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,â 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.
âItâs some of Craigâs favorite pictures that he put together for me for our recent anniversary,â 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. Iâm surprised that there are a couple of the both of them.
âThose were a request of mine. I wanted to have pictures of the two of us together,â Tweek admitted. âYouâre coming up on one of my favorites.â When I turn the page Iâm surprised by a picture of me with Tweek.
âI remember this one,â I smile. âI 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.â
âThe one of you and Craig is on the next page.â 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. âThat one was from Prom last year.â
âBut he had his hat on at Prom,â I insist.
âThis was before he insisted he needed to wear his hat,â Tweek rolled his eyes. I turned the page and realized it was blank and the last page in the book.
âCraigâs way of telling me that the future is an open canvas, and weâll make many more memories together,â Tweek smiled. I bit my lip and handed the book back to Tweek feeling insecure. They already had such amazing memories together I didnât want to get between that, they were also really happy.
Tweek put the book back up on the shelf, âSo, what did you think of Craigâs photography? He took most of those.â
âHeâs really good at it,â I remark. Tweek nods enthusiastically.
âHeâd be really happy to hear you say that. Speaking of has he not noticed weâre gone yet?â Tweek pouts sitting beside me. Tweek looks down at his phone
âOh, I noticed,â my head snapped up to the door where Craig stood looking a bit smug.
Tweek sighs, âHow many times have I told you, itâs rude to sneak up on someone.â Craig shrugs.
âAlso Kyle something is up. I wanna know, now,â Craig sits on my other side. Iâm about to say nothing is wrong before I stop myself. Honesty Kyle.
âIâm just a bit worried. I donât want to get in the way with how happy you two look in those photos,â I admit. I hear Tweek gasp in surprise.
âYou wonât,â Craig sounds so sure of himself.
âHow can you know that?â I shoot back immediately.
âBecause if you would have we wouldnât have even brought it up,â he shrugs like itâs the most obvious thing in the world.
âBesides, youâre going to make us even more happy. Weâll make even more memories,â Tweek says wrapping me in a hug. I relax hugging back.
âAre you sure?â I ask.
âOf course,â Tweek says holding tighter.
âYeah,â 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 donât 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 youâre going to throw up. Iâve heard pickle juice will help with a hangover, but I donât get hangovers, so I wouldnât know. Drinking experiences vary depending on the person. Some donât get hangovers others do, some remember what happened, some donât. It depends on the person. Drink in moderation, and remember to have a DD.))









