Disclaimer: I will never own south park D:
Rated: M
Pairing: Craig and Tweek
Summary: Nope Craig Tucker DOES NOT like Tweek Tweak, nuh-uh no way
Inspiration: A beautiful little picture
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Falling In Love
No way, Craig Tucker did not like anyone. You could ask anybody in South Park and the answer would be the same. Some said the teen had no heart, some said he was just really good at hiding his feelings. Either way, everybody agreed, there was NO WAY that Craig Tucker could EVER like Tweek Tweak.
First of all, Tweek was not Craig's type. Craig was an all around bad boy, kick-ass kind of guy. While Tweek, well he was Tweek, the twitchy coffee addict with the random spazzes. Tweek liked Craig, sure, but Craig hated him literally.
"Augh! Oh um, excuse me, I'm sorry," Tweek said as he fell to the ground. He looked up shakily to the tall figure picking up his scattered books. It was Craig Tucker. Tweek got up quickly and brushed himself off. "Here," Craig said, shoving Tweek's books into his arms, "Next time watch where you're going."
Tweek blushed, not because he was angry, but because Craig was being unusually nice. Normally, Craig would have shoved him against a wall or punched him, and insulted him, but today he just told him to watch his step. Craig brushed past Tweek and walked to class. Honestly, Craig still scared the shit out of him, but he was intrigued about his sudden change in attitude.
Sitting across from Craig, Tweek carefully glanced at the boy from the corner of his eye. Craig was sitting with his head on his arm, staring at Tweek. What was that look in his eye? Was it? No it couldn't have been… but still. Tweek could have sworn on the spot that there was the tiniest trace of love, in Craig's big brown eyes. Craig saw Tweek looking at him, jumped slightly, and turned toward the teacher, his cheeks red.
Tweek looked at him thoughtfully then paid attention to Mr. Garrison's boring speech. After class Tweek felt someone grab his arm. "Oh Jesus! A molester murdering rapist! Ahhh Jesus Christ someone help me!" Tweek screamed. "Tweek calm down," He heard a whisper in his ear. Tweek took a deep breath and turned toward the voice. He stopped because Craig's face was right in front of his, their noses touching.
Tweek turned red quickly and opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped in his tracks. Craig's mouth was pressed against his, his eyes closed. Tweek opened his mouth in surprise and Craig took his chance, sliding his tongue into the short blond's mouth. Tweek tasted like coffee, Craig tasted like cigarettes. Tweek shivered and wrapped his arms around the taller boy.
Since Tweek was literally standing on his toes to reach Craig's mouth, he lifted the boy up onto his lap. Tweek startled Craig's hips until he was seated comfortably on his lap. Suddenly they heard the door open. "What the fuck?!" they heard a scream from the doorway. It was Clyde standing in shook, Craig's math homework in his hand.
Craig almost soiled himself. Setting Tweek down, he got up and grabbed the homework out of Clyde's hand. "Thanks," he said and sat back down on the desk like nothing had happened. Clyde got the message. So whenever someone asked Clyde if Craig liked Tweek, he would reply, "Nope, Craig Tucker DOES NOT like Tweek Tweak, nuh-uh no way."
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Awe Clyde can keep a secret for his bestest friend :D
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