Disclaimer: I do not own South Park.
Hello there! Now, this is not my usual Marauders fanfic, but it is a fic based around my absolute favorite South Park couple, Tweek and Craig. I hope you enjoy, and I also hope this doesn't turn out as cringy as some of the other creek fanfics I've read. *sips tea*
Not tryna throw shade. Enjoy ;)
"Good morning, class. Today, we are going to dig up the time capsule you all buried in the fourth grade. Since you are seniors this year, you should check and see if you've accomplished anything you dreamed about when you were ten year olds." Mr. Garrison said in his usual voice, the rest of the class trying to remember what they put in the metal container.
Craig listened on to the rambling, not caring near as much as the rest of the class did about what his fourth grade self did. He saw girls brainstorming together in a large huddle, talking about how interesting it was.
Stan and the rest of his gang seemed more interested in what all happened in the fourth grade than what they buried so long ago.
Yes, fourth grade was a wild time for everyone, but mostly for them. Craig happened to be on many of their adventures, but one that stood out greatly was the Peru incident. Fuck, he used to hate them. They were on better terms now that they were older, though.
The black haired boy sighed, wanting the day to be over already. This was their last class of the day, which he was thankful about.
The class then went outside onto the playground, where the time capsule was buried, waiting to be found. Now that he thought about it more, Craig agreed it was slightly interesting, and wondered what he could have put in there. He had a suspicion, but he wasn't one hundred percent sure.
Stan and Clyde each grabbed their own large shovel, and began digging where they assumed the box was buried. Everyone else sat around, watching and waiting and hoping for them to reveal the capsule.
"Found it! Ah, thank God!" Clyde sighed loudly, happy to be done digging. Stan reached to the ground, and pulled out a long, wide, cylinder made of metal. Inside were tons of little boxes that held each students memories, things they loved, and things they wanted to do, wanted to be. It made them all slightly terrified not knowing what was waiting for them.
Stan pulled the top lid off, and dumped all the boxes on the ground. Hurriedly, everyone but Craig grabbed their own boxes, which had their names on them. Craig walked up to the pile, which was now all gone except for two boxes.
Tweek, and Craig.
Tweek wasn't there because of a family thing, at least that's what Craig heard. He and Tweek haven't really talked since tenth grade. Not after their big fight.
Craig picked up his box, and walked away from prying eyes. The metal container was warm, which surprised Craig, but then he realized that it would be odd if it was cold. Hesitantly, he opened the little box, and gasped at what lay inside.
There were pictures of Stripe #4, his guinea pig that died in seventh grade. A "Red Racer" action figure, which was his favorite show in the world until it ended. There was a few notes, a few Terrence and Phillip stickers that were stuck on the bottom of the box. He turned around one slip of paper, and nearly dropped the box.
It was of Tweek. He was sitting on the other side of a booth from his parents coffee shop, sipping coffee out of a mug. His hair wasn't as wild as it usually is in the photo, and he didn't seem to notice that Craig was taking his picture. He seemed almost calm, but Craig, knowing Tweek better than anyone else, knew that that was impossible.
Fourth grade really was a wild time. Not only did Craig go to Peru, or be a part of a magical war based around a stick from Eric Cartman's backyard, but he also was with Tweek. Dating Tweek, or, at least, that's what everyone thought.
They weren't even together. Not really, anyway. Sure, they did all the couple things, like hold hands, play video games, and flirt as best as their little kid selves could. They even kissed. But, they both knew it was a facade, a lie. They weren't gay. They were just doing what the town wanted them to.
During those years, though, he became Craig's best friend. Tweek was the only one who he could really be myself with. Craig had never been that way with anyone else.
It was really confusing at times. Craig insisted he was straight, but, was he really? Thoughts like those really messed up his younger mind, and now that he was older, he simply refused to think about it. It was easier that way.
"Hey, dude, what's in your's?" Clyde asked boyishly, peering inside his own box. "All I've got are cutout pictures of playboy magazines, and a note that I can barely read because apparently, I used to have awful handwriting."
"You still have bad handwriting." Craig answered honestly in a monotone voice. "Nothing here but Red Racer and Terrence and Phillip."
"What was the point in all of this again?" Clyde laughed, though Craig didn't know what was funny.
"I don't know. Maybe the teachers thought we actually gave a shit in the fourth grade."
Clyde snorted, laughing louder as he walked away to Token, who also seemed unimpressed with what he found.
Craig sighed, holding back all the emotions that were building up inside him. He missed Tweek. He couldn't deny that, no matter how hard he tried. The black haired boy picked up the photo of his old best friend, and turned it around to read the backside.
Tweek :)
Man, they really had something going. Reaching down, Craig picked up Tweek's own box, telling himself he should probably bring it to him, or at least give it to one of Tweek's newer friends so that they could let him have it.
As he started walking back to the school building, a few memories resurfaced, ones that he hadn't thought about in a long, long time.
(flashback)
"Are you sure?" Tweek asked nervously, blond hair floating by his face wildly. His eyes were wide with freight as he looked down at Craig, who was five feet below him.
"Of course I'm sure." Craig smiled. "I'm gonna catch you. If we're gonna be superheroes, we need to work on a few moves."
"But what if I hurt you?" Tweek asked, paranoid.
"Dude, you are so light. It will be like catching a pillow."
"Uh, okay," Tweek gulped, looking at Craig's open arms. "Here I go."
"1, 2, 3, ju-!"
Tweek crashed into Craig's arms, knocking them both down to the ground. Luckily, it had just snowed quite a bit the night before, so they had a soft landing.
"Ah, I'm sorry!" Tweek jumped up, quickly inspecting his boyfriend for injuries. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you-Are you laughing?"
Craig was caught in silent laughs, a tear making it's way out of his eye. He was holding his belly, and could barely breathe due to his laughter.
"Craig! This is not funny!" Tweek fought back laughter, but was failing tremendously. "I could have-I could have hurt you!" Meanwhile, Craig snorted with laughter.
Tweek lost it, and fell back into the snow, both boys holding there stomachs as they laughed wildly.
"Dude," Craig wiped the tear from his eye. "I didn't think you were actually gonna do it."
(flashback over)
Craig smiled fondly at the memory, remembering how his belly had a bruise on it from Tweek landing on him. It had really hurt, but he didn't tell Tweek that, knowing it would really mess with his already bad problems.
Before he even made it to the classroom, the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Craig turned around, and began making his way back home. His house wasn't far away at all from the school, and ever since eighth grade, he would walk back home instead of taking the bus.
His parents weren't home, he realized, as he came to an empty driveway. Shocker. They were almost never home due to marriage problems that arose around his tenth grade year, which also happened to be the year that Tweek and him broke apart.
Craig rolled his eyes, pretending not to care. Once inside, he walked up the stairs to his room, and immediately jumped into his bed, throwing his backpack onto the floor.
Stick on stars lined the walls, glowing in the darkness. Christmas lights were hung up too, as were posters about moon phases and planets.
Needless to say, Craig loved space. He has ever since third grade, when there was a huge meteor shower that could be seen from South Park.
One star that hung directly over his bed had a little dent in one of the spikes from Tweek, who helped him put them up. Craig stared at the star with a distant expression over his face, trying not to remember.
He failed.