South Park isn't mine, it belongs to the creative minds of Matt Stone and Trey Parker.
Tweek sat on the college steps, sipping at a cup of coffee. He twitched as a football hit the wall close to him. He lit up as he saw Craig walking towards him.
"Craig!" he said, happily. "H-how are you?"
Craig stopped in front of him, a frown on his face. Tweek's smile slowly faded.
"C-Craig?"
"Tweek." Craig said, taking a deep breath. "I think it's time to end our facade."
"What?" Tweek said, dropping his coffee with a smash. Hot coffee trickled down the steps.
"I just think that we've grown up." Craig said. "No one actually takes interest in us and I just think-"
He stopped.
"I just think that we shouldn't have to pretend anymore."
"No..." Tweek whispered. He felt the ground sway. Everything seemed muffled and Tweek fell backwards. He tried to get back up but the ground was suddenly as thick as mud. He struggled to breath as everything went dark-
Tweek woke up with a start, wrapped in the duvet. Next to him, Craig slept on. Tweek calmed down immediately, but there was still a lingering doubt. He gently shook Craig, who didn't wake up. From across the room, Stripe #6 began to run on his wheel. Tweek smiled briefly. He shook Craig some more and said "Craig" quietly. Craig stirred and turned to Tweek.
"Tweek?" he said groggily.
"Craig, can I ask you a question?" Tweek said nervously.
"What time is it?" Craig asked.
"Do" Tweek continued. "Do you love me?"
"What?" Craig said, sitting up and turning on the bedside lamp. "What kind of a question is that? Of course I do!"
Tweek nodded.
"O-ok."
Craig put an arm around Tweek's shoulders and pulled him closer.
"What's wrong?"
"I-"
In the dim light, Craig saw Tweek blush.
"What?"
"I-well. It's dumb."
"What? Tweek, you can tell me."
"I-I had a dream."
"Really? What kind?"
"A-a nightmare."
Craig raised an eyebrow.
"What happened in it?"
"We were at the *ngn* college and you c-came up to me and told me that..."
"What?"
"Told me we'd stop pretending we were together."
"What?" Craig said. "Tweek, we are together!"
"I-I know." Tweek said.
Even with his obliviousness to emotions, Craig knew that Tweek was upset and hugged him close.
"Tweek, the best thing that ever happened to me, to us, was the Asians drawing that yaoi art."
He kissed Tweek on the cheek. They lay back down and Tweek nestled himself in the crook of Craig's neck, who put his arms around Tweek. Secured in Craig's embrace, Tweek slowly fell asleep. Craig smiled.
"It was, and always will be." he whispered, before going to sleep as well.