Hey guys, so this was a little story I cooked up with Drowned-In-Blood, and I'm quite happy how it turned out. She wrote all the Craig parts, and I wrote all the Tweek ones.

Tweek's trembling fingers moved to place down his IPhone as he read the text his friend Craig had sent him.

'Be there in an hour.'

A hour? Just an...hour? Fuck! He had to get dressed, showered and tidy up his room! He ran around, accomplishing these things like a tsnumi, washing over everything and leaving traces of him behind. For example, as he waited for the water to heat up, he found himself pulling at his hair, which led to a few golden strands scattered on the floor, waiting to be found by an unsuspecting hoover.

At 8:40, around twenty minutes before Craig was to arrive, he sat on his bed, pulling at his hair in obvious distress. Normally he wouldn't be so stressed but...

Today was the day... The day he told Craig he loved him.

Craig had been dealing with the constant chatter of Eric Cartman lately, trying to get him in on some million dollar scheme. The ravenette didn't want to deal with it and replied in the form of the bird in the fat ass's face. Tweek was the only crazy thing he wanted in his life, the only somewhat bump in the road that he found amusing.

He pulled up at the blonde's house and knocked on the door gently. The more he thought about their friendship over the years, the happier he had became. Even though many pretty girls batted their eyes at him, Craig didn't give two shits.

"You coming down Tweekie or am I gonna have to climb through your window?"

"T-that's not what you're supposed to say!" Tweek shouted back, flinging open his windows. "What ever - nngh - happened to Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair?" He giggled, blushing almost automatically at his verbal tic.

"Like I would ever say anything like that." Craig rolled his eyes, a smirk forming on his lips as he looked up at the twitchy blonde.

Tweek pouted and stuck his tongue out childishly. "I'll be down in a minute!" Tweek yelled again, closing the windows and rushing to his wardrobe, grabbing his vans. He looked in his mirror, and frowned.

Today he was wearing a plain brown t-shirt with a black long sleeved top underneath, and black skinny jeans to complete. Tweek didn't have much fashion sense, and mostly stuck to wearing extremely baggy trousers or jogging bottoms - they were easier to take on and off - but he had been told before they made him look like a hippie, and he didn't want people thinking that. He didn't want Craig thinking that. Especially not when he... he..

GAH! He stirred from his thoughts as he remembered Craig was still waiting. Hastily slipping his black shoes on, he ran downstairs, rushing to open the door and meet Craig,

Craig stood alone, waiting for Tweek, sighing out of boredom. Even with the few years he had still remained in his favorite color- blue, rocking a hooded sweat shirt and skinny acid washed jeans. His mess of black hair was still covered by his chullo, the long braided strands hanging beside his ears.

He tilted his head back and let out a deep breath, counting in his head until Tweek came down to let him in. "My fuckin' balls are freezin' off, dude."

Tweek's eyes widened. "GAH! That's too much pressure! Oh man! What if I did actually make your balls freeze and fall off? ARGH you'll hate me forever! And sue me! Oh jesus, everyone will hate me! Ill be in juvenile hall, man! And my parents would be so fucking mad... And, oh god, so would yours! They already don't like me..." He trailed off, shaking. He knew he was rambling, and what he was saying was close to ridiculous, but he couldn't help it. He did have ADD after all, and he was pretty sure the gnomes were messing with his mind, too. Making him see things that weren't there... He shuddered. It was like Nightmare on Elm street or something! He shook himself out of it, and opened the door for Craig, biting his lip to cease his excessive rant.

"Just a figure of speech." Craig patted his friend assuringly on the back when he was let in. "Even if it were to happen, I'd get prosthetic balls to replace mine, granted they wouldn't be as awesome." He followed the Tweak son inside. The house hadn't changed a whole lot over the years, only new furniture and carpeting.

Tweek nodded, taking comfort in Craig's words. Were Craig's balls really that awesome? He found himself blushing, and it somehow made more heat rise in his cheeks.

And I would never be able to hate you. You're too much fun to be around." Craig promised, carrying on.

Tweek flushed even more, and couldn't stop a smile attacking his lips. Maybe Craig didn't love him back... But the noriette definitely liked him, right? And he just said he wouldn't hate him! Maybe it would be okay...

He dismissed his thoughts and turned back to Craig, who was suggesting things to do.

"So I was thinking we could go skim rocks at Stark's Pond or something... Figured we could give the video games a break for today." Craig offered, "it's warm enough that the waters not frozen any more."

"Y-yeah sure, Ill like to go there..." Tweek told him, smiling shyly. They took off again, Tweek shutting the door behind them, and Tweek's face almost went back to normal, before he heard Craig's next words.

"Why's your face all red, Tweekie?" Craig asked, not really sure why the boy would be all flushed like that. "Better not get sick on me." The raven haired boy teased, a bit confused.

Tweek froze for a few seconds, but quickly began to walk again, deciding to take the bone Craig was throwing him.

"U-ugh, yeah... Something like that." He coughed, as if for emphasis. He stared down at his feet, walking in silence with his best friend, before he realised something, and frowned.

"Craig... I don't know how to skim rocks." Tweek admitted, biting his lip.

"Well, I can teach you how to skip rocks. Worst case scenario- we can just throw rocks at passing by cars." Craig smirked and Tweek groaned.

"GAH Craig! You said we wouldn't do that anymore!" Tweek reminded, remembering the last time they did it. It had ended up with one of them in tears, and one of them dragging the sobbing mess with them as they ran away. No prizes to guessing who was who.

"All right, all right. We won't do that." Craig assured his blonde friend on their way to the pond. It was still quite frigid in South Park, never really seeming to stop snowing. They arrived in minutes, and they immediately made their way straight to the edge of the mini lake.

Craig picked up a stone and carefully skid it across the pond. "See just like this Tweek."

Tweek sighed and watched as Craig expertly skid his stone across the pond.

"I can't do it!" He cried, flinging a pebble out in front of him, staring at it as it sunk to the bottom of the murky waters, nestling into the brown layer of dirt and trash that encased it and the water weeds that wrapped around it, choking it, killing it, destroying Tweek's first attempt... like every other good thing in his life.

Well, most. He looked across at his secret crush. Was now the time? Was now the time to tell Craig how he really felt?

"Sure you can, just don't be so negative." Craig picked up another stone and put it in Tweek's palm, covering it with his own hand. He positioned himself behind Tweek, raising his arm upwards .

Something about this just felt comfortable to the raven haired teen. He moved the blonde's arm back and forth a few times before uncovering his hand to let the stone go soaring over the pond.

Tweek felt the heat flood his cheeks again, and smiling as the pebble skimmed successfully. He turned around, carefully, and opened his mouth, blinking more than necessary and looking deep in thought for about half a minute. He knew he should move away, tell Craig to sit down or something, but he liked how close they were in that moment.

"C-Craig I need to tell you something." The insomniac mumbled, scanning Craig's face for any emotion that would be differential to his usual apathetic expression.

Craig's face was stoic as per normal, though his thoughts were quite untamed. Years of practice and patience had taught him to not display emotions in his mind.

"Speak up Tweek. I can't understand mumble." He looked at his friend, letting his arm go slack at his side.

Tweek blinked, again, not needed, and, took a deep breath, reaching up to finger his hair, knowing in a few seconds he would be pulling on it.

"I t-think I - ah! - love you."

Craig's usually emotionless face changed briefly, a smile flashed across his lips. "Well that was unexpected... And he I was gonna tell you the same thing... Just felt way to cheesy man."

He moved his hand up to tangle in those soft blonde locks. "But I can say... I think the feeling is mutual." He pressed his lips to the blonde's softy.

Tweek melted into it, about a billion fireworks going off in his mind, body and soul, as corny as that sounds. Craig... Liked him back? The coffee addicted, twitchy and annoying blonde kid?

He kissed back anyway, letting it go only as far as touching lips, no tongue, before pulling away.

"W-why?" He managed to stutter out, a almost pained expression on his freckle-scattered - an odd feature for someone so pale - face.

Craig stood there with a sweet smile on his face, looking stupidly at Tweek for a brief moment. His question finally registering in his mind.

"Why do I like you..." Craig chuckled softly, "well you're the only abnormal thing in my life that I enjoy." He commented, "and you know that I don't like things complicated."

Tweek smiled back, and pressing his lips quickly to Craig's ivory cheek, he grabbed onto the raven's hand.

"C-come on... Lets go to my house." He thought for a second, seemingly fighting an internal battle. "My parents are - nngh - out."

He shivered a bit in excitement as he felt those lips touch his cheek. How did Tweek get under his skin so easily? "Sure if you want to go back so soon." Craig took the blonde's hand in his own gently.

"I like the outfit you chose today." Craig complimented, using his thumb to trail along the inside of Tweek's hand. He felt significantly warmer just walking beside his best friend.

It wasn't a long walk back either, the streets relatively empty. Cartman and his gang of idiots had to have been busy doing something on the other side of town.

Tweek smiled and the two walked into the driveway in comfortable silence. Tweek broke their grasp on eachothers hands as he searched his pockets for his keys

"FUCK!" Tweek cried, face falling with despair. Of course.

"I-I left the keys in my room..."

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