I haven't seen Craig in a week. . .he's doing a concert down in Los Angeles in two days. . .god, he's going to hate me. . . I sigh as Clyde comes up to me holding a gold like an envelope. 'Craig wanted me to give this to you.' I open it to see "Met me on the roof of my penthouse at" some address "And wear what's in the box." Clyde hands me a box as I open it to see a revealing dress. I say. 'I'm a guy.' Clyde shrugs. 'Don't shot the messenger.'

After a long day, a fancy car picks me up as I'm wearing the weird-ass dress,  I get out to see a fancy building as I see a card. "Owned by yours truly, come to the roof." I get in seeing people like assistant as they stop me. 'Why are you here?' I answer. 'I was told to come here to the roof by Craig Tucker?' The assistant nods. 'Go ahead.' I take an elevator up to the roof as I see Craig in a tux next to a helicopter, he grabs my hand kissing my neck lightly whispering. 'I've talked to your mum, she said it was fine for you to come with me to Los Angeles to relax.' I shake my head. 'Craig! You can't.-' He cuts me off. 'I'm 15 and I've paid for a building, private jet and a yacht. Taking you along with me isn't that much.' He pokes my stomach as I say. 'I'm not sure I can. . .what if something bad happens, I'm not able to fly while pregnant!' 

Craig laughs. 'I checked with a doctor, there's even my personal one on the jet, and you can fly up to 36 weeks. You're only 4.' I nod as he pulls me up onto the helicopter, I sit down next to him as he says rubbing my thigh. 'This will take us to the aeroplane and everything ready ok?' I cling onto him worried. 'Yeah.' 

He laughs. 'Tweek, calm down.' I nod rubbing up against him worried, he sighs. 'Nothing bad is going happen, I have the best doctor in South Park coming with us and I'm making my bodyguards watch you like a hawk.' I nod. 'I'm just worried, ok?! I've never been on a helicopter nor an aeroplane!' 

He laughs. 'Can't relate.' After a bit, I feel tired, I pass out only to wake up on a fancy plane bed thing? I sit up worried, I look out the window and see it's night time, I turn my head to see Craig next to me with his arms around my waste, I shake him. 'Craig! Where am I?!' He answers tired. 'On my jet, go back to sleep Tweek. . .' I stand up still in the dress, I ask. 'Can I get changed?' He nods pointing up to the overhead. 'Grab my bag and chose some clothes. . .' I nod getting changed in the bathroom.

I lay back down as he asks. 'Better? You feel good?' I nod snuggling up to him. 'Yes. . .' He kisses the top of my head rubbing my back

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