A/N: I would advise you to remind yourself of the first chapter if you've COMPLETELY forgotten it. But you don't have to, and you don't need to.

And the Big Bad Wolf Lived Happily Ever After

"Why is it that like all the guys in this school seem to be gay, but none of the girls are lesbians?"

"Why would you want the girls to be lesbians?"

"Because, dude, lesbians are so hot."

"Would you want Bebe to be a lesbian?"

Clyde paused. "Maybe if she let me in on a threesome. You don't suppose there are any girls that would do that?"

"Perhaps if you got Wendy drunk enough?" suggested Craig.

"Not going to happen," chipped in Stan from the other end of the table.

Clyde looked over at him and grinned. "Oh and like you've never had the threesome thought before?"

"You're still not getting my girlfriend drunk, dude."

Clyde shrugged. "Bebe's more than enough to handle anyway."

Craig rolled his eyes. "Yes we know, Clyde. There is nothing new you could tell us about her."

"Is that a challenge?"

"NO!" yelled the whole table simultaneously.

Clyde pouted and after a few moments of sulking, engaged Damien in a conversation about his upcoming party. It was an uncommon but true fact that Damien was very good at party planning, (and keeping unwanted guests away). Christophe was using Damien as a backrest, eyes closed, cigarette hanging out his mouth. He was listening to Kyle rant about how unfair the last French test had been, nodding his head in his own form of sympathy every so often.

Christophe and Damien's relationship had become well-known to everyone, and whilst it confused many people, it was never questioned. Besides, it was obvious the bond they shared. Without Damien, Christophe was almost unapproachable, his mood dreadfully irritable. Even before their strange love, before the need to be passionately close, they constantly relied upon each other. Damien kept Christophe out of trouble, controlling his temper and even repairing the damage with Craig. Christophe kept Damien grounded and gave him something to focus his energy on. They were linked.

It was nice that they'd all ended up sitting together. Craig had grown closer to Kyle, who Tweek also held in very high regard. It had been easier in the end just to sit with the redhead, therefore with Stan and Cartman. Clyde often joined them, along with Christophe and Damien when they weren't busy. It may have been awkward when Kenny and Butters joined them, but Tweek was so loved up and content with Craig, that he was nothing but happy for them. Many people were shocked by the blond's capacity to forgive, but not those who knew him.

However Kenny and Butters often weren't around. They enjoyed the private peacefulness of each other's company; it was a wonder to be together without any other complications. They felt embarrassed and guilty for how they had behaved and the unnecessary hurt they'd caused.

Craig had his arm wrapped warmly around Tweek, who was twitching more violently than usual due to the cold. Tweek's unruly blond hair was hidden beneath a deep blue chullo, whilst Craig's short cut was on full display. Craig loved wearing his chullo, but he loved it more on Tweek, it suited his eyes perfectly, plus it stopped him pulling his hair. On the subject of eyes, Craig couldn't believe it whenever he looked in a mirror, and saw not dark grey, but light blue staring back. He just couldn't understand how his mood and eyes linked, but he'd concluded that there wasn't another explanation. He actually liked the change. The shade of blue was much like the jacket he'd worn that day Tweek had kissed him at the breakfast house, which they had become regular customers in.

Now every time Craig's eyes turned darker, and daunting grey crept in, Tweek would grab him, distract him, and remind him infinitely of everything good he had. In return, every time Tweek was on the verge of freaking out, his irrational thoughts threatening to overcome him, Craig would be there to sooth, revelling in being able to help. It was everything he'd ever wanted.

Craig played with the flaps on what appeared to be Tweek's adopted hat.

"Did I ever tell you how cute you are?"

Tweek smiled. "Yes, but k-keep it coming, I'll tell you if I ever get sick of it."

"You are so cute."

"A-And you are jaw-droppingly handsome." However in Tweek's opinion, Craig's looks were at the bottom of what was so great about him. And as his looks were undeniably amazing, this put the rest of him at almost superhuman level (he actually had to be reassured one night that Craig was in fact human). He did see Craig as almost not real, no one should be that perfect to him. Craig had a strong, intimidating, and defensive exterior, but he was all fluffy on the inside, exactly what Tweek loved and needed.

Tweek nudged Craig as he saw Kenny walking in their direction, holding hands with Butters, eyes fixed firmly on the black-haired boy. Tweek had a good idea what the blond was after.

Kenny nodded at Tweek, mouthing hello, and then turned his attention back to Craig. "Hey there, Tucker, how's it going?"

"Fine," replied Craig. They both knew it was going better than fine, but Craig would never be one for exchanging pleasantries. He cracked a small smile. "What do you want?"

"Remember that time, not long ago, when I gave you a cigarette again because you were once again dying of a nicotine craving?"

"Nope," deadpanned Craig.

"You must have a selective memory then."

"So I suppose what you want is for me to give you a cancer stick?"

Kenny grinned playfully. "Yes."

"Take the whole packet. I'm fed up with smoking. It's dangerous." Craig threw it towards the blond, who succeeded in catching.

Kenny raised an eyebrow. "Pansy, you really are after the simple life."

Craig flipped Kenny off about the nickname, but nodded. "Absolutely, you know me, I like it simple."

Kenny's eyes glistened. He grinned, shaking his head. "If only, Tucker."

He walked away from the table, swinging Butters' arm lightly. Kenny seemed like a different person, so peaceful, his eyes reflecting this contentment, there was no horrible edge to them, no heart wrenching sadness. Kenny was just simply happy, and so was Butters.

Christophe had watched the scene; he absentmindedly picked at the dirt in his fingernails. "I think I've finally decided that McCormick's alright."

"Why?" asked Damien, wrapping an arm around him.

"I don't know, he's not zat much of a deek anymore."

"Yes he is," said Craig laughing, "and he always will be."

"Just like you zen, Tucker."

Responding to this, Craig of course flipped Christophe off, he also forcefully threw a croissant in his direction. On some weird food kick, Tweek had become addicted to croissants and jam. He ate them for at least two meals a day. Everyone just went along with it; Tweek had always had weird eating patterns, usually revolving around breakfast. Craig rejoiced in the fact he was able to throw a croissant at a French person, something that would definitely be on his bucket list if he had one. Christophe did not appreciate it, but who cared when the rest of the table did, and Tweek's laugh rang out the loudest.

Craig smiled down at his gorgeous boyfriend, those mesmerizing Butterscotch eyes, so sweet, so delicious. He grinned as he bent forward for a kiss.

Was he supposed to be the bad guy in all this, or was he the good guy? Was it okay to be moody, anti-social and violent if it was because of someone special? Perhaps if he'd talked to Kenny rather than hitting him that first time, things could have gone much smoother, there may have never been a mess. And perhaps if people stopped looking to find a villain in a story, they'd notice that everyone in the story has flaws, that everyone is a little bit to blame. Were there even villains in fairytales? If little red riding hood had offered the wolf a cake, he may not have felt the urge to eat her. If the three little pigs had invited the wolf in for tea, they may have found a close friend.

In all fairytales there's never a 'big bad wolf', just an angry and confused individual, looking for love.

A/N:

'Appy endings, don't yer jus' luff 'em?

I am not encouraging anyone to throw croissants at French people. In fact, some people in France read this, so I would never throw croissants at you.

I'm not good at goodbye (I prefer hellos), but I mean I do want to say some stuff. I'll just keep it short. I want to say how grateful I am for you reading this story all the way to the end! I've enjoyed writing a Creek story so much. I'm actually upset that I won't be anymore. I love all you Creeky people (and if any of you were here because of the Dristophe, then I love you too).

And also, to you who have read this a while after I finished it. I'd love you hear your thoughts on the story as a whole. And ask if you have any questions about the story, it doesn't matter how far in the future you are (hello future!) I'll still reply.

Over and out. x