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•Concert•(PT. 1)

My AU don't shoot me pretty please

Craig: 26
Tweek: 25

*3rd person*
Craig Tucker. The most well known and popular song artist right now. He creates and sings punk-pop songs. He has one lip piercing, a charming smile, and messy black hair, which is usually covered by a hat, he's really every girls dream, and even one boy's: Tweek. Tweek was actually obsessed with Craig. So much in fact, he had gotten tickets to go to one of his shows, he was gonna be right up front and close with Wendy.

He had spent weeks planning his outfit. Baggy jeans, craig's merch, a few necklaces, and Wendy even convinced Tweek to use a little glittery eyeshadow to make him stand out a bit more, just to raise the hopes of being even LOOKED at my Craig.

It was the night of. Wendy and Tweek were in the front, early. Some opening bands were still playing.
"Aren't you excited Wendy?! Craig might see us, if we're lucky we might even get pulled on stage!" Tweek was in fact, tweaking out.
"Tweek, babes, chill. You'll pass out from talking too much before the show even starts." Wendy laughed.

An hour passed and finally, Craig was on stage. His guitar on him, hung in him by a guitar star. Tweek basically lost his damn mind.
Craig played, almost immediately, his voice filling the loud speakers, his guitar ramming noise through the aux cord, through his 3rd song, he met eyes with Tweek. If you couldn't guess, Tweeks heart raced, dropping immediately.

Throughout the concert, whether Tweek thought he was being delusional or not, Craig kept glancing over at the blond, and not on accident either. Craig tucker, the most popular present day singer and also Tweeks idol, had eyes on him. HIM.

The concert ended, and the moment it did people filed out, but Tweek and Wendy stayed still, eager to let the traffic flow through before they even tried to get pushed and shoved around in the crowd.

Tweeks back was facing the stage, unaware Craig was unplugging his speakers and amps.
"Hey, blond guy," a voice behind Tweek called. Tweek knew the voice. He KNEW the voice. It was Craig. He turned around, his hard rate spiked, and he almost couldn't believe it.
"...I" tweek just said. Nothing more, just 'I'.
Craig laughed.
"You sure stand out y'know? I mean, not really, but, to me you do. You're kind of cute." He winked.
WHAT.
Tweeks mind went CRAZY.
"Oh- yes- wait, no, sorry, okay, you're cute too?" Tweek spat out, his face was red with embarrassment.
"Gee, are all of you blonds like this?" Craig grinned, hopping off the stage, before grabbing a piece of paper from his pocket and a pen from the pocket of his shirt, before writing down a number on there and holding it out to Tweek.
"Here, call me some time, I wouldn't mind getting to know you," he winked.

Later, Tweek was in bed, staring at the number. Was it some kind of joke, or was this REALLY Craig's number?
Tweek groaned and smashed his face into his pillow. Is this seriously what he's freaking out about? He told himself to just suck it up, shoot a quick text and he'd check his phone in the morning.

He typed in the number hesitantly, before typing out:
"Hey Craig, this is Tweek, the guy you gave your number to earlier."
The moment he hit send, he smashed his phone down onto his dresser and turned over on his side in bed. He took deep breaths to try and calm himself down and stop his heart from acting like it would pop any moment just to have some change of going to sleep. It didn't really work though. He tossed and turned, debated looking at him phone, and then changing his mind, and then thinking about it again, and so on and so forth.

After a while, he did end up going to bed, but only an hour later his alarm went off. He groaned with sleepiness, standing up out of bed.
"I stayed up way too late.." he groaned to himself, running a hand through his permanently messy hair.
He picked up his phone: one new message.
"Oh, hey cutie, didn't think you'd actually text 😉"
Tweek obviously shot up immediately. No more sleepiness was left in his body. How should he respond? He didn't wanna seem weird but he always WANTED to keep this conversation going, but then Craig texted again.
"U busy tonight at 7?" He texted.
"Uhh, no I dont think so, I never really am around that time," Tweek texted back, eager for Craig's response.
"Great. Give me your address and I'll come pick you up for a date." Craig texted back ever so casually. Oh my god. Okay, this was really happening.

Tweek texted back his address and went to shower, he was already late for work, his parents would kill him for not being at their coffee shop in time. All day though, he couldn't get his head out of the clouds thinking about his later date....

To be continued 🔥🔥
WC: 863