If there was one thing Tweek Tweak hated more than the gnomes, it was loud noises. He couldn't stand them, and twitched and jumped whenever he heard one. So when he heard a loud pop come from his boyfriend's kitchen, he was immediately nervous.

Craig Tucker had invited him to spend the night, since his parents were to be gone the entire weekend. He and Craig had been sitting on the blue couch in Craig's living room, about to watch Red Racer: The Movie, when Craig had left the room. Now Tweek is sitting, all alone, terrified.

I have to be brave! I have to see what is it! He thinks, slowly standing up. This is more difficult than you might think, considering the blond is shaking from head to toe. He slowly takes a step forward. Another pop comes from the kitchen. A screeching Tweek dashes into the kitchen, along the way grabbing the only weapon he could find: a broom.

Holding the broom likes it's a sword, he freezes in the kitchen. A low hum is coming from the microwave. Then pop, pop, pop, pop!

"OH GOD!" Tweek shrieks, flailing the broom around. He knocks a bowl off the counter, causing it to shatter all over the ground. Glass shards go flying.

"NOOO!" Tweek dives back, bumping into the microwave. The pop's seem to get louder, freaking the twitching teen out even more. The only thing running through his mind is to stop the popping. Slamming the microwaves door open, he began swatting at…a bag? Looking closer, Tweek notices it's a small bag. He stops smacking it for a second, but it's too late. The broom caught on fire.

"AHHHHHHH" It was complete and utter hell in the kitchen. And Craig chose this exact moment to walk in, with the fire alarm wailing, Tweek screaming as the broom in his hand blazed, and glass littered the ground.

"Dude, what the hell happened?" Craig asked incredulous. Tweek spun around, still flailing the broom. Craig sighed and walked over to Tweek, grabbing the broom. He turned on the faucet and put out the flame. The fire alarm was still wailing, so he walked over to the window and opened it, letting the smoke out of the room. Taking Tweek by the hand, he led him to the living room. The blond was still shaking.

"Okay, care to explain?" Craig asked. Tweek looked down at his feet.

"W-Well, there was this p-popping and I went to see what it w-was and there was something in y-your m-microwave, so I grabbed the broom to s-save you, but a b-bowl fell and then the b-broom lit on fire and-" Tweek was cut short by Craig's lips on his. He relaxed and kissed him back. Craig pulled away.

"Look, I don't really know what happened, and I don't really care. Just help me clean up, okay?" Tweek nodded and the two went into the kitchen. After carefully picking up the larger shards of glass, Craig decided it was impossible to pick it all up without a broom. He went back to the living room.

"Wait a second…the "popping" you heard…was it the popcorn?" Craig asked, looking at Tweek strangely. Tweek froze.

"Popcorn?" he asked. Craig burst out laughing then, while Tweek stood pouting.

"Seriously, you were freaked by popcorn?" Craig asked, still laughing. He sighed, then put a hand on Tweek's head, ruffling his hair.

"I love you, dude. And you are so buying me a new broom."

I love Creek