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"Hello?"
"Hi. . .Craig. I need your help."
Craig went silent, in shock as he pulled his phone away from his ear for a moment, was it actually Tweek? He sounded the same. . . he put his phone back to his ear again.
"Tweek?" Craig questions as he drops whatever he is doing confused about why now, out of nowhere Tweek called him.
"Look- I need your help, I need you to get Kyle, are you still in contact with him?" Tweek asks, pacing back and forth in the kitchen with his voice hushed, Craig furrowed his brow.
"Yeah I uh- I am, why do I need to get him? I haven't seen you in years! and you call me to get Kyle?" he says, frustrated as he runs a hand through his black locks.
"Look Craig- just give me Kyle's number or something" he sighs, sitting down and staring at his engagement ring. "Please. . ." Tweek regrets sounding so desperate in that moment but he had no choice.
Craig sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, he goes silent ". . .Is this about Stan?" he asks, he's gone back to being calm.
"Yes. it is." he responded, he put the phone down on the table on speaker, playing with his engagement ring "Look- coming b-back here was a mistake for us both. we came back to- tie up some loose ends, I just- Stan's relapsed and I- I d-don't know w-what to do and- i j-just-" Tweek's voice cracks and breaks, tears running down his face, Craig can hear him crying on the other end of the line.
"Tweek, give me your address" Craig spoke up, Tweek is still sniffing and crying as he looks down at his phone, he was so weak and vulnerable right now.
"I. . . I don't-" he bit his lip, hesitating.
"I'll bring Kyle over." Criag clarified, Tweek took a deep breath and told Craig his address. Now he sits and waits.
Craig hung up the phone and walked out to his car, he can't believe he was doing this, coming face to face with Tweek for the first time in six years, he rushes out and hops into his car, calling Kyle's number as he started driving to his house.
"Craig? What is it? I'm sorta busy right now" Kyle asked, you could hear Kenny in the background accompanied by the sound of the giggles of a baby. That's right, Kenny and Kyle were on some adoption waiting list, Craig cursed himself.
"It's Stan." Craig said, still driving toward Kyle's house, Kyle gasps. This catches Kenny's attention, he raises a brow and stares at his boyfriend.
"Stan? Stan?! How do you know?!" Kyle said loudly, Kenny stood up from where he was playing with the toddler and walked over to Kyle, who put the phone on speaker.
"Tweek called me and-"
"Tweek called you?! wh- what-"
"Shut the fuck up and let me talk, Broflovski!" Craig snapped loudly, Kyle goes silent, he need to hear what Craig has to say "Tweek called me, telling me to get you. I don't know why but he sorta broke down on call, I don't he meant to, he said Stan relapsed or something- just come outside and get in the damn car, okay?" Craig sighs. Kyle looks out the window to see his car.
"Alright, I'll be out now" Kyle hung up the phone and turned to Kenny, giving him a quick kiss "I'll tell you everything that happens when I get back- Don't burn the house down while I'm gone" Kyle pleads as he grabs his coat, putting it on.
"Don't worry, me and Neveah here will be all good" Kenny says, taking the baby girl's hand and making her wave to Kyle "Say bye-bye to daddy, Nev" he says in a babyish voice, Kyle smiles as he opens the door.
"Love you," he says before quickly shutting the door and running to Craig's car and around to the passenger side, getting in. Kenny watched from the window, he feels a slight wave or dread wash over him as Craig and Kyle sped off.
Stan opened his eyes groggily as they began to focus on the light, he groaned and sat up in the bed, looking around before sighing and getting out, his head pounding violently.
"Fuck. . . I've gotta apologise to Tweek." He thought to himself as he scratched his chest, he was only in his sweats and he took a moment to clear his head before walking out to the landing to hear voices "What the-" he furrowed his brow and ran down the stairs and walked into the sitting room, Tweek sitting on the armchair facing the door, two people on the couch. "Tweek, who the fu-" Stan stopped talking as his eyes widened, Kyle turned his head to look at Stan, Craig didn't even look at him.
"Stan. . ." Kyle stood up and walked to be face to face with him, Kyle was maybe an inch taller than Stan he was practically at eye level with him though. Stan stared and then glanced at his fiance.
"Tweek. What's going on- why is Craig here." Stan snapped, glaring at Craig, he moved past Kyle and over to Tweek, he stood in front of Tweek as if he was in danger, Tweek stood up and took Stan's arm.
"Stan, please don't b-be - ngh- mad at me for this- but I s-saw the message Kyle sent you and-" Tweek stopped, Stan looked at him as if his demeanour changed just for him, giving him all the time in the world to finish "-and- I k-know you miss him- you t-two should talk" He finished, Stan hummed then glanced at Craig.
"and for him?" Stan growled, glaring at Craig who looked at him, ashamed of himself.
"He g-got Kyle for me-"
"You're telling me you got the asshole to help you?"
"I- I didn't have anyone else's number to get him-"
Tweek looks at him, Stan sighs with a hint of irritation in his voice.
"Right, right- I think it's about time I talk with Kyle." Stan says, he puts his arm over Tweek and pulls him close, kissing the top of his head "If you try anything funny, Tucker, I'll fucking kill you, got it?" Stan snarls as he walks over to Kyle and makes a small beckoning gesture for him to follow him into the kitchen.
Craig stayed silent his hands clasped together as he rested his face on them. His gold eyes glanced into Tweek's one green and one blue.
"Maybe we should talk too." Tweek says, his eye twitching and hands shaking a little, Craig nodded, sitting up Straight.
This was going to be a long night for all of them.