I love Craig and Tweek, I love Craig and Tweek, I LOVE CRAIG AND TWEEK!!
. I'm on a Craig and Tweek rampage right now
AND I MUST WRITE A STORY FRAGHLALALEDHYHFKA
Based on this epic cute storm of adorableness
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Look at it or I will steal Tweek away from Craig.
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Tweek wasn't sure why Craig wanted him to come over so badly. He'd called earlier, three times since Tweek wouldn't answer the phone because he thought it was a murderer calling to spray poison gas at him through the phone, but when he finally did he was relived it was Craig. "Tweek, you're spending the night." He said, not asking if he wanted to, but telling him that he was. Tweek decided that it was best to not argue with his black haired friend, besides; he would like to spend time with him without Clyde or Token there.
But know he almost regretted coming. He was sitting next to Craig on his bed, a blanket over their shoulders, and Craig was reading. Tweek glanced anxiously at the other boy. He turned the page, not tearing his eyes away from the book. Twitching, Tweek stared at the door. Why would Craig want him to come over if he was just going to read?
"W-wanna play video games?" Tweek asked, twitching slightly.
"No." Craig replied curtly, turning his page.
"Wanna w-watch Red R-Racer?"
"No."
"Wanna g-go outside?"
"No."
"W-wanna..."
"Shut up Tweek."
Tweek jerked his head sideways and clamped his mouth shut. He was going to say sorry, but thought better of it. He guessed that Craig really liked that book. He glanced at Craig again. He didn't looked angry, just slightly irritated. He still would not tear his vibrant blue eyes away from the page, not matter how much Tweek shivered, and they were sitting a mere centimeters away from each other.
Tweek turned and stared at the door. Suddenly he heard a nose. A very small noise that sounded a bit like singing. Oh god, they came early. "Ah, Jesus no!" Tweek yelled, fingers digging into his knees. Craig said nothing, intent on reading. The singing steadily got louder, until it sounded like it was at the door. "Craig! L-Look!" Tweek yelled, pointing at the door as the knob started to turn.
"No." Craig said shortly. Tweek used his hands to muffle a shriek. He stared with wide eyes at the door. It started to open slowly, and he caught a glimpse of a hat.
"C-Craig! The underwear gnomes! They're here!" Tweek yelled, grabbing Craig's arm in panic. Craig shook his hand off, never looking up once.
"No Tweek. You're imagining things," Craig said. The singing got louder. How could Craig not hear it? Was he not looking on purpose? Tweek screamed as the gnomes started filing into the room, heading for the dresser.
"C-Craig please!" Tweek begged. Just look, he just needed someone to see, that he wasn't lying, they were really there. Craig shook his head. "Nngh, they're here, just look, please Craig please!" he cried. Craig didn't budge. At this, the blonde boy bursts into tears. He hides his head between his knees and sobs quietly. "No one ever helps me," he says, hugging his knees to his chest. Craig felt his heart break. Sighing and putting his book down, Craig pulled the full blanket over Tweek's shoulders and wrapped his arms around him.
Tweek freezes and looks up at Craig with watery green eyes. Craig smiles at him and kisses the top of his head. "Sorry Tweek," Craig whispered, not sure if Tweek could hear. But Tweek heard.
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I am so
LAME
It's like six in the morning
D: baaaah