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Extra Cream Please	By : Tariraritarara Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7707 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Craig Tucker! This is a serious issue. Now, I know that your hormones are raging like all the other teenagers in the world, but this is a serious breech of school policy."
"Yeah?" He asked callously, seriously disinterested.
"Well yes! Of course! You're in big trouble, Mr. Tucker."
Craig sighed and rolled his eyes, arms haughtily crossed over his broad chest.
"This is unacceptable. You can't just give everyone the finger." She said flatly.
"What...the fuck?"
"Its very offensive, and so is your language, frankly. And further more, Mr. Tucker---."
"I don't know what you're talking about." He said in disbelief, because first of all, he didn't flip anyone off. And secondly, he couldn't believe that he didn't get in trouble for fucking Tweek in the boys locker room.
"Now Craig, I have you in here at least once a week for flippin' the bird." She said angrily. "So don't give me that crap."
"Ugh...whatever...can I go?"
She frowned, "Craig Tucker, Promise! Promise me, that you aren't going to flip anyone off."
He stared at her point blank.
"PROMISE!" She screeched having had it with this kid.
"Okay, okay, get off my case." He sighed and she nodded satisfied with his answer.
Craig put up his middle finger in salute on his way out the door whether he realized it or not.
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Gym class had ended and the next period began. Unfortunately, Craig's next class was not with Tweek. He wondered how his frightened friend was doing. He figured for Tweek it was a pretty dramatic experience, and maybe for anyone else too. But Craig just didn't give a fuck about much of anything. He walked through the hallway, keeping an eye out for Tweek. He did give a little fuck about the boy.
Third, fourth, and fifth passed and it was somewhat alarming to Craig that Tweek has missed several classes with him. Craig stood up as the bell rang, pulling out his cell phone, he called his apprehensive consort, waiting as it just continued to ring. Craig hung up and sent him a text message.
Tweek. Reply if you get this.
Craig sent the message and stood around in the hallway, people pushing past him. The minutes were passing before the final period of the day.
Craig shook his head. He couldn't even imagine where Tweek was. This kid did not have the composure to sanely go to school and then leave without worrying that the FBI and or police would be waiting for him outside. Craig would just have to look around for him, like high stakes hide and seek. He waited for the hall to clear before he slipped into the library, imagining his messy blonde head planted on a table miserably trying to hide from everyone. This only fueled him more to find him.
Craig looked in some of the empty classroom, eventually making his way back to the locker room. Craig slowly walked through the dimly lit room, as they only turned on the florescent when the room was in use. It was kind of eerie in the empty locker room, student's debris laying over the benches that were sandwiched between each wall of lockers. Craig slowed, as he turned the corner, looking at where he and Tweek had been grinding against the locker just a few hours earlier. Slumped against the locker, knees to his chest, Tweek was essentially just where he left him.
"Tweek?" Craig called to him softly. It would have been alarming to even him to speak louder then a whisper. The lights were setting a quieter tone. Craig knelt down, worried. "Tweek?" He asked again, placing a hand on his shoulder. The blonde gasped, his body flailing. Craig reacting like the athelete that he was pinned him down in seconds stopping him from hurting himself. "Hey!" He shouted grabbing a fist full of his hair to steady his gaze. "Tweek. Stop." He demanded and shook his head. "Stop." Craig whispered a little quieter, loosening his hold on his head. "Relax, okay?"
Tweek nodded slowly, twitching underneath the weight of Craig's body. "....Have you been here all day?"
The petite other nodded again, and Craig cleared his throat trying to ask as nicely and evenly as possible. "Tweek, why? Why didn't you go to class?"
"I-I...I couldn't."
"Couldn't?"
"N-no..." He squirmed not wanting to answer.
Craig was annoyed and looked it. Tweek yelped, worried about having upset Craig. Craig quirked a quizzical brow wanting an explanation, but he would be waiting all day if he didn't prompt him. "Well?" Getting information from Tweek was like pulling teeth.
"I...y-you got in t-trouble...an-and, I...we're at school, a-and...gah!" He screamed and buried his face into Craig's shoulder. "C-craig." He gasped shaking his head.
Craig sighed and rolled off Tweek. He stood, and pulled the lightweight up beside him. "You're...a mess." He sighed, unable to hid his smile. Tweek was staring at his sneakers and missed the affection in his tone. Craig tilted his chin up and kissed the corner of his mouth. Tweek was surprised, but slowly leaned into the kiss, getting on his tiptoes and nervously reciprocated.
Craig smiled against the other's lips. "...So...neither of us are in trouble for this morning.." He said dryly. "Apparently, Pearson was more concerned with my attitude then he was to even bother mentioning my plowing your tight ass." He emphasized by cupping his cheek giving him a firm squeeze.
Tweek smoothed out his perpetually wrinkled clothes nervously, and looked up at Craig in awe. "R-really?"
"Yeah. I know...Its stupid. C'mon lets get out of here." He said grabbing Tweek's bag he took his hand and dragged him out of the dark locker room. Now it was time to really cut class, but there was only half an hour left to the day. Which wasn't anything serious. Craig led Tweek to the parking lot, getting in his mustang, he threw their shit in the backseat and started the car. "Where to?" He asked him with a grin, knowing Tweek would have trouble answering.
Tweek twitched, fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt. "I...I..ahh. C-craig, d-don't..." He frowned getting upset.
Craig revved the engine and peeled out of the parking lot. "Shh, I got this covered." He said driving into town and rolling up to a Harbucks. Tweek had had to have gone all day without coffee and would be suffering otherwise.
"Can I get two large-"
"Venta." She cut in. "Its not large. Its Venta." She said as she got him his coffee and set it on the counter. Craig handed it over to Tweek.
"Th-thanks." He shivered, taking the scalding, hot, black liquid and gulped it down desperately. Craig watched with distaste, shaking his head gently. It always, always shocked him how that couldn't taste awful or burn. It was like hot lava. "Lots of cream and peppermint syrup in mine." He ordered, pausing looking at the empty cup Tweek was holding. "Uh.....yeah. Can I get another large, black coffee?" He asked the barista and she delivered.
Tweek was trembling, watching as the girl smiled sweetly at Craig. "Yeah of course. Here, I'll give you a refill." She said as she made eye contact with him, blushing slightly as she turned to refill his coffee. "Refills are cheaper than a new coffee." She announced and refilled it. Tweek looked to Craig, and then back to the barista. Craig seemed indifferent, but Tweek was worried all the same. Craig was wasting him time Tweek when he could have a pretty girl like...(He glanced at her name tag.) Chelsea.
Craig paid taking his creamy peppermint coffee and handed Tweek two prententiously titled 'venta' coffees, free up his hand he gave her the finger and then lead Tweek to the parking lot, opening the door for him. "You're not upset that I didn't take you to your Family's shop?" He asked as he as he closed the door, and went to get in the drivers side. Craig set his coffee in the cup holder, as he shifted and pulled out, heading to his house. It was best not to give Tweek too many options.
"N-no." He mumbled, as he stared at the window, savoring the coffee that he had until they got to Craig's house.
"No? Because your parents would put you to work if you went in there?" He asked as he looked over, watching the trembling blonde chew on his coffee cup. Tweek had issues....
"M-m-mhh." He nodded a little.
".....Are you worried about what happened this morning?"
"Y-yes."
"Tweek, no one got in trouble. Pearson is a douche. Everything is fine." He reached over and rest his hand on his thigh, giving it a squeeze. "Take it easy."
Tweek shifted uncomfortably.
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