There is nothing better than waking up on a rainy August morning with the person you love. That is what Craig thought to himself when he opened his eyes and saw a pale blonde boy smiling slightly, eyes fluttering with dreams. He yawned and sat up in bed, pushing his covers onto Tweek's side of the bed.

Tweek's eyes snapped open, but half closed again when he saw Craig smiling at him. "Good morning Craig," He said sleepily. A small rumble of thunder flowed into the room and Tweek immediately tensed. "W-was t-that th-th-thunder?!" Tweek squeaked. Craig leaned over the small boy and opened the blinds just as a flash of lightning flooded the room with light.

Tweek screamed and threw the covers over his head. "It's just lightning, it's j-just lightning, i-it's just lightning," he whispered to himself, shaking violently. "Tweek," sighed Craig as he pulled the skinny boy onto his lap. Thunder roared loudly as the storm got closer. Tweek screamed bloody murder and clawed Craig's shirt for dear life.

The tall black haired boy flipped off his window and rubbed Tweek's back. "I'm right here Tweek, there's nothing to be afraid of," Craig soothed him. Lightning hit the house, causing the lights to flicker off, and a clap of thunder so loud that Craig thought the window might shatter. At this point, Tweek was sobbing loudly and praying to God to spare his life.

Craig continued to rub Tweek's back until he fell asleep. Craig smiled to himself. There is nothing better than whispering sweet nothings to the person you love on a rainy August morning.

Nothing.

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:D I'm not dead!

I wrote this because I hate hate HATE thunder storms.

They scare the living Jesus out of me.

So I had a feeling they'd scare Tweek too.

And I just love Craig, so there.