Craig minds a lot of things. He minds that a lot of the people surrounding him are idiots. He minds that some of those idiots are people he has to go to school five fucking days of the week to listen to go on and on about stuff he couldn't give two shits about. He minds that more of those idiots are his boring friends who do trivial things in their mundane lives. He minds that Token's rich and he's not. He minds that Clyde seems to forever have taco-smelling breath. He minds that Tumblr is blocked on the computers at school. He minds that he gets a lot of anon hate just for re-blogging pictures of guinea pigs with the same caption, "so cute." He minds that it's a faux pas to keep his proud middle fingers held high at all times. He minds that he inherited his dad's height and gets noticed for it, no, defined by it, "There goes that tall guy!" He minds that a hell of a lot of people have seen his mom's pubic hair. He minds that his sister can't pronounce certain words right and shows him her stupid dolls all the time.
However, there are some things Craig doesn't mind. He doesn't mind that Tweek needs five cups of coffee to wake up in the morning every morning, except for Mondays on which he needs six. He doesn't mind that Tweek needs to shut the bedroom window and close the curtains and turn off all the lights before they make love in case their neighbours or the government are watching or listening in. He doesn't mind that Tweek slows him down whenever they go out together because he has to stop for the blond while he manoeuvres his way out of stepping on pavement cracks. He doesn't mind that Tweek has to vigorously wash his hands for at least five minutes before and after touching his guinea pigs. He doesn't mind that Tweek constantly jitters and twitches and has nervous jolts whenever he holds him. He doesn't mind that Tweek hasn't once managed to tell him he loves him without, on average, three false starts or stuttering and stammering through the sentence. He doesn't mind that they have to go on Underpants Gnome hunts under beds and tables and chests of drawers before Tweek will even consider going to sleep and becoming vulnerable to any pointy-hatted migits that may be lurking in the dark awaiting his unconsciousness to steal his boxers and briefs. He doesn't mind that when Tweek does finally sleep he often wakes him up or prevents him following into sleep in the first place as the blond elbows or kicks him in his slumber. Craig just doesn't mind Tweek.
Rather, Craig is in love with Tweek, and all the quirky things about him that he should mind but doesn't.
Author's Notes:
Although I think it's cute, I don't really ship Creek. My friend nella311 does ship Creek though, and it's her birthday today, so this is kind of my little surprise present to her. Happy Birthday, Nella! I enjoy all our little talks! You're so nice that I hope you have a birthday as nice as you!
Thank you for reading, and I hope you liked doing so as much as I liked writing it.
Disclaimer: South Park does not belong to me, but to its creators, Trey Parker and Matt Stone.