A/N: Okay, Ms. Elbow. You asked for moar Tweekie Craigness, so here :3

This is a two parter and it's in Craig's POV. He's pretty much just... thinking alot in this chapter. XD

(btw I based things about Tweekie poo on fanart I've seen of him on Deviantart. -thumbs up- )

Enjoyyy

Part one: Tweek is Hot

"Tell me again why I agreed to do this?"

"Because I need you! I mean your help! Ngh!"

I couldn't help but smile at Tweek's words. He always let stuff like that out. I turned to my disheveled best friend and drank in every detail of him for the trillionth time while we walked down the sidewalk. Big worried eyes that were golden brown, like the color of a perfectly toasted marshmallow. Bright, soft looking blonde hair that had a life of its own. Smooth, flawless, pale skin with a hint of pink in his cheeks, like a water lily…

I blinked and smacked myself inwardly. Why the fuck was I so… uh, poetic around him…?

My unique looking friend jerked his attention to me about then. "Craig? You are gonna come with me, right?" he asked, noticing the strange look I assume that I had on my face.

I rolled my eyes. "What the hell do you need someone to go clothes shopping with you for? Just get your mom to do it or something." I scratched my forehead. Maybe it was getting a little too warm to wear my hat all the time…

"She can't! Well, she won't. She said it's time I start being more independent or I'm going to die in the real world! Augh!" Tweek said, twitching.

I smiled inwardly. He's had more than enough coffee today. He's shaking like crazy right now, and he has yet another cup in his hand. He's gonna OD on caffeine somehow.

My eyes wandered from his coffee cup to the hands that were carrying it… long, slender fingers and more flawless pale skin. He has the hands of a pianist…

I snickered at my own retarded thought, making Tweek look at me worriedly. "It's not funny! What if I do die? What if I can't make it without my parents?"

"Tweek, you aren't going to die!" I said, finally yanking off my blue hat and tying it around my neck. "You're perfectly capable. Spazzy, but capable of making something out of yourself." I ran both hands through my hair to smooth down the static and tangles.

Tweek sighed and twitched. "Easy for you to say. You're so confident, and level headed, and strong, and…" he stopped and blushed at me.

I looked at him back. "What?" I asked, trying to hide a smile. Sometimes I think he likes me almost as much as I like him. Well, I hope so I guess.

"Agh! Nothing!" he said, looking down at his coffee and taking a drink. I sighed. I wish I was that fucking coffee. I took advantage of that moment to notice what he actually had on for clothes today. His brown hoodie with white stripes down the long thin sleeves, those tight grey jeans that make me crazy…

He held his coffee close to his chest and stared at me. "What're you looking at?" he asked nervously.

I stopped mentally undressing Tweek and looked him in the eye. "What? Oh, I was just thinking… I don't get why you want me to come, I have such a crappy sense of… uh, clothes compared to you."

He looked down. "Well if you don't want to come that badly…"

"I didn't say that!" I said, raising my hands. "Okay, clothes shopping is a chick thing. That's all. I'd rather go to the arcade," I said. God, I was complaining about Tweek doing a chick thing while I had a crush on him? Emphasis on the him part?

"Well, I need you're help, and that's that. I won't take long and –ngh- we can go to the arcade or something after, kay?" he proposed, looking at my wishfully.

I clenched my fists in my blue hoodie's pockets as I stared back at his wishful gaze. I should just push him against that building right there and… "Yeah, yeah. Let's just go get this over with."

A/N: and there's the end of part uno. :D

up next: lots of supah fun shopping. And Tweek undressing. Yey.