Hello. This is my first Creek fic but I have been such a big fan for so long. I really enjoyed fan fictions where Tweek and Craig are both artist. Craigs music choice was also inspired by another fan fiction. Anyways, R&R and i'll update when ever i can.

….= time has passed

I see him every day in my art class. Ever since I moved from South Park to Colorado Springs I have seen him everywhere but this is my first time in class with him. Right now, I am a Sophomore in Bemis School of Art. I moved out here with my friends Token and Clyde since we all got into schools in this area. Everything is going well, I visit my family time to time and even started dating, even if it never works out. Everything is all good except for this damn kid.

He is so… Beautiful? Is that weird to say about another guy? He is so focused on his work that I doubt he catches me staring at him from time to time. I have known/stalked him for the past two years but we have never talked. His name is Tweek Tweak which sounds eerily familiar. We have never talked but only shared a few awkward glances. He has these big green eyes with light blonde messy hair. Even with its untamed qualities it layers his heart shaped face quite nicely. His round cheek bones and his cute upturned nose even though the bridge has length to it. He has this pouty look to his lips with the bottom being only slightly bigger. When he focuses or gets nervous he bites down on it and I find that quite adorable. Which is what he's doing right now and it snaps me out of my thoughts. I realize in that moment our teacher has assigned us an assignment where we have to be paired up.

I turn away from the intoxicating blonde to focus on my professor's words. "This assignment will be drawing the portrait of the partner I assign. This will be worked outside of the class room and will be due in 1 week. I will write the pairs on the board and I want you to go to your partner and get to know each other." Shit. I am not the most social person in the world and usually piss off people with first encounters, now I have to hang out with one of these people outside of school? I take a deep sigh and look up at the board to see who my lucky partner is but before I can, an olive-green sweater blocks my view. I look up at the owner of said shirt and make eye contacts with my obsession.

"I-I guess we a-are partners…" I hear the words but I am too busy watching those captivating pouty lips. I just nod and he pulls a stray seat next to me and the easel I picked for the class period. I'm staring at him and can tell he feels uncomfortable but I can't help it. This is the closest I have been to him and can see very light freckles under his eyes along with dark circles. I decide to speak, maybe break this awkward air around us. "Hey, my name is Craig Tucker. Nice to meet you." I say with the nicest tone I can muster. I see him smirk and roll his eyes and I frown my brows at that response. "Hello. I'm T-Tweek Tweak. C-can I get your n-number and a schedule f-for the next w-week t-to see what days we c-can do t-this project?" His voice is very soft and I didn't know he had a stutter. I am a terrible stalker if I didn't know these small facts. "um, yeah. I am actually free after this class period." He tilts his head slightly and looks up at the ceiling, biting that lower lip of his. Please do not do that this close up.

"I a-am as w-well. But my p-place is kind of m-messy at the moment." He stammers out after his deep concentration. "That is fine with me, one of my roommates might be home but other than that my place is all good." I tell him in my normal monotone nasally voice. He smiles in response and our teacher interrupts the conversations going around the class. "To get an understanding of your partner's art style I want you to commission each other. Tell them to draw something for you and have it completed by the end of the class."

….

Class has finally come to an end. Tweek asked me to draw him a coffee cup and I asked for a night sky. It was actually a lot of fun but as we stand up I realize how short this boy is to me. Granted I am taller than average and have long legs but he is at least a foot shorter than me. He looks up at me, pretty sure the same thought just crossed his mind too. He frowns his eyebrows up at me and opens his mouth. "T-that is so unfair. I a-am only 5'4 and y-you are l-like 6'10!" he exclaims standing on his toes and putting his arms up into the air. I chuckle at his assumption of my height. "I am actually 6'5. I have long legs so people don't notice my height until I stand up." I tell him, looking down at the shorter male. He pouts at me and his big eyes give off a puppy dog effect. This guy Is way too cute for his own good. I usher towards the door and he follows me.

"My car is out in the parking lot, we are like 10 minutes away from my apartment."

"H-have you ever been in a-a car accident...?"

"Hmmmm. Nope. I have not."

He breathes a sigh of relief and I give out another slight chuckle. We are almost to my car when I am reminded Clyde is going to be home. "Oh, I want to warn you. My idiot roommate is home and he is kind of overbearing. He is a nice guy but he is hard to get used to." He smiles up at me and nods. We approach the car and I open the door for him. He gives me a weird look then pouts at me. "I m-might be small b-but I a-am not a g-girl." I smile at him but ignore the remark and go to the driver's side of the car. Once we are situated I click on the radio to get some tunes running through the air. I choose a Red Hot Chili Peppers CD. I turn it up to a decent volume and put the car into reverse. As I drive I can hear a small voice coming out of the boy next to me, singing the words to the song which makes me smile.

….

I take out my keys to open the door to the second-floor apartment. Once the door swings open I hear an annoying brunettes voice welcoming me home. I grunt in displeasure as Clyde's arms wrap around me. I push him off and take my shoes off and fling them somewhere in the living room. "I was wondering where you were. You are like 2 minutes late! I was so worried abou- "his sentence cuts off as he sees the small blonde close the door behind us. "Tweek?" Whoa Whoa Whoa. Clyde knows Tweek? "H-Hi Clyde. L-long time n-no see." Whoa Whoa Whoa. Tweek knows Clyde? My head goes from Clyde to Tweek as I open my mouth to speak, I am cut off by the brunet. "Dude no fucking way! Kenny told me you moved out here in 5th grade but I didn't think you would turn up at my apartment with Craig." And that's when it hits me. Tweek is the little spazzy kid that moved away in elementary school that I use to hang out with.