Craig wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but he was sure it must have meant something important if missing Tweek made him feel sad, even though he never showed it.
It was odd because he never thought about having a crush on Tweek until he and Tweek tried out to be the fourth guy in Stan's gang. That resulted in about three month of Craig feeling really lonely and bored because Tweek became the said fourth guy. At first, he was okay with it because Tweek thought it would be fun and that he could learn to be less paranoid around other people, and Craig really wanted his friend to be happy and get better. He wanted that for all his friends really, but you would've to threaten with a dirty shiv because he would say anything.
But after a week, Craig thought that something was missing, and it was only after a month that he figured out it was because Tweek wasn't there to be shaking and freaking out about gnomes and the government trying to get him. It was only at the second month that he figured out that he liked the spaz more than a friend, like best friends, almost like Stan and Kyle. Okay, maybe exactly like Stan and Kyle. Those two were so gay for each other, and everyone but them and Wendy knew. There was some betting pool in the fourth grade class that were betting on when they would get together. It was surprising that it was Kenny who was the host of that pool, but then if Cartman had a hand in it, he would try to sabotage it to win everything.
Anyway, Craig figured everything out when he thought over how he felt whenever he saw Tweek with the guys, and he felt jealousy. Why? Because his spaz was hanging out with those guys and completely forgotten about him. Craig was in the red zone for the last two weeks before Tweek left the group.
Coming back, everything went back to normal with Tweek hanging out with Craig's gang again, except for the long, bored looks that Craig would give the blond, even when the coffee addict caught him staring. Craig would just continue to stare, which made the spaz nervous. But Tweek never stopped him; though he would try to cover his face and ignore Craig's stares.
It was a cold, snow covered Sunday on the day Craig confessed. Minutes before, there was a long silence with Craig still giving Tweek his long, bored stare without saying anything or moving to do anything until Tweek decided to find out why he kept doing that.
"Wh-why -ngh- do YOU lo-look at m-m-me -gah- li-like that?!" Tweek shouted, holding onto his cup of coffee as he and Craig sat on the lone bench by the pond. "Di-did -gah- I-I-I-I do something -Jesus Christ- wr-wrong? I-I-It's to-too much P-P-PRESSURE!"
Craig hummed lowly, like he didn't notice he was staring. They were siting side - by - side with Craig at the end of the bench, leaning back as he tilted his head to Tweek. He was expressionless as ever, showing nothing on his face as he flipped Tweek off. "Am I?" he drawled, not stopping his stare.
"Ye-yes! Di-Did -GAH- I-I-I do some-something wrong, C-Craig?" Tweek was shaking with a worried expression on his face, seeming really worried about whether it was true or not.
"No," Craig answered with a smirk. Tweek's eyes widen at the small shift. "I just want to tell you that I have a huge crush on you and wonder if you would be my boyfriend."
What happened next was unexpected, not because he hadn't thought of it happening but because Craig actually didn't think out of all the reactions possible, that would happen. Tweek fainted, falling off the bench onto the snow with eyes wide with shock. His coffee fell out of his hands and onto the snow, coloring the white with brown. Craig rolled his eyes, muttering, "Shit," as he rubbed his hand on his forehead before getting off the bench to help pick the blond up.
"Tweek," Craig said, trying to get Tweek to wake up by smacking his lightly on his cheek. No response so Craig heaved the shocked spaz back onto the bench. Craig smacked him again, a little harder. No response. He sighed, picking up a handful of snow and shoving it at Tweek's face.
"JESUS CHRIST!" Tweek shouted, coming back to the light. He shivered, shaking his head to get rid of the ice on his face.
"So what do you say?" Craig asked, getting to the point. If he was going to get rejected, he rather it was quick and painless than long and painful. His eyes stared and bore into Tweek's, standing if front of the coffee addict.
Tweek, on the hand, was confused and frightened. So much so that he was starting to look like a vibrator. "Wh-Why m-gah-me?" Tweek whispered, looking afraid.
Craig shrugged, standing in front of Tweek. "I don't know," he said. "I just felt really mad when I saw you hang out with those guys and I missed you a lot. I'm happy you're back. I like it when you hang out with me. Everything seems boring when you're gone, and I don't like that."
"Bu-but isn't bo-boyfriend -gah- ki-kinda GAY?"
Craig shrugged again. "I don't mind since I only like you anyway. And it's like it's forever. Maybe we'll break up next week. I just want to try since you're the first I ever had a crush on."
Tweek felt himself blush. Do fourth graders even blush? However, Tweek felt really happy when Craig said that, and a small smile broke out on his face. He covered it up immediately with shaky hands. "Re-really?" he asked shyly, muffling the word with his hands. He let out a nervous giggle. "O-okay, -ngh- C-Craig. I-I-I-I'll be yo-your -gah- boy-boyfriend."
Craig's lips had to smile as he laughed softly, taking Tweek's hands away from his face. "Thanks, Tweekers," Craig said, getting up onto the bench without letting go of Tweek, and leaned towards the blond slowly to place a soft kiss on Tweek's forehead.
"Twe-Tweekers? JESUS CHRIST!" Tweek shouted as his face turned bright red, and he fainted for the second time.