Sup! Welcome to my second SP Fic. SP (C) Matt n' Trey, this fic (C) me. This time it's a CREEK focus! OTP. 3

He's twitching again. I can see him from across the room, tugging at his shirt trying hard to pay attention. He's run out of Harbucks coffee and instead has started biting the tip of his thumb to preoccupy himself. I notice Token start to lean toward him. He whispers something which causes Tweek to jump and shake his head frantically. I wonder what they're talking about. Craig shook his head, forcing himself to look at the teacher instead. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about Tweek. He always twitched; there was nothing unusual about it. It may have just been because they had become so close that Craig thought it seemed odd just this one time.

Their teacher moved back and forth at the front of the classroom, telling his class that summer vacation isn't just for fun; that they should practice their math and read books too. It's a sure fact that he knows no one is going to take that into consideration. Nobody except Wendy.

Kenny raised an eyebrow as he noticed Craig look back to Tweek. He nudged his friend and when Craig turned to look at him, he smirked. "What's up, Craig? Is something fascinating happening over there?"

Craig gave him one of his famous blank stares. "No."

Kenny had to give him credit. If there was one thing Craig Tucker was excellent at, it was hiding his true emotions. His smirk turned to a soft smile, "One minute in counting. You should be excited. Aren't you, Token, Clyde and Tweek heading down to Token's vacation house in Jamaica? I hear there's lots of hot chicks there. Ah, I'm jealous," he chuckled. "Have some fun for me, too!"

"What are you doing over the break?" Craig asked.

"Sit around and whine about how much summer sucks ass, obviously. There's shit all to do here in South Park in summer. We'll probably end up getting fat from ice cream and going fishing."

"That's what you said last summer."

"And that's what we did last summer, aside from the getting fat part. Although I'm sure Eric gained more chub." Kenny raised his shoulders in a shrugging motion as the final bell rang. He pushed himself up and grabbed his bag. "Now, go on. What are you waiting for?" Kenny smirked again and ran off to join Kyle, who was leaving the classroom to grab Stan and Eric the next room over.

Craig walked over to Tweek and Token. Token threw his bag over his shoulder and stretched his arms up. "I am in dire need of a vacation. All work and no play makes for a very dull man, as they say."

Tweek sunk further into his seat, almost as if he was hoping nobody would see him. As Craig was about to say something, Clyde ran in from the other classroom, yelling excitedly about hot chicks in Jamaica and not being able to wait to leave. "It's too bad we're only staying for two weeks, man. I can't get the full experience in just two weeks."

Token smiled, "Maybe I can convince my parents to stay longer next year."

"For reals? Aw yeah!" Clyde pumped his fist into the air. It took him a moment, but he calmed down and turned his attention to Tweek, "Man, you've been quiet. Somethin' up?"

Just as the remainder of the students exited the room, Tweek spoke up, "N-no, there's nothing-ngh-wrong with me!" he nearly slammed his hands onto his desk without really meaning to.

"Um... are you sure?" Clyde frowned.

Tweek's eyes went wide momentarily and it looked as if it was taking all he had to stay as calm as he could. He nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. I swear. I-I have to get something from a teacher, so you guys go on ahead, okay?" he pulled the sleeves of his shirt down further and grabbed his bag from the back of his seat.

"You're still coming to the vacation house, right?" Token asked before he left.

Tweek didn't answer at first, but that wasn't really a new thing. Sometimes in conversation, it took him nearly three minutes to answer a question. He shook his head, staring down at the floor, "I can't make it. Not this year."

"Eh, why not?" Clyde whined. "It won't be the same without you."

"Sorry," he flashed a quick smile and then Craig knew. Tweek wasn't usually a big smiles kind of guy. He wasn't obnoxious, never talked about women like Kenny or Clyde and he wasn't rude. Those were part of the reason Craig liked him so much. But when Tweek did smile, Craig would find it brilliant to look at. It was a small, soft smile, but it lit up his whole face. This smile, no matter how hard Tweek tried to cover it up, was fake.

He ran out of the room without another word. Clyde only shrugged, "He'll come next year."

Token frowned, but nodded nonetheless. "Though I do wonder why he can't make it."

Craig took one look at his two friends, said, "I'll catch up later," and bolted it after Tweek. He walked quickly down the hallway Tweek exited through only to find the blond sitting underneath his locker, hugging his knees closely to his chest. He was muttering something to himself that Craig couldn't quite catch, but he looked confused and scared.

"Tweek," he said once he'd stepped up next to him.

Tweek let out a gasp, "C-Craig, what are you doing here?" He jumped up, holding his hands in front of himself defensively. "I thought you went home!"

"What's wrong?" he asked, not bothering to answer his friend's previous question. "Something's off."

"What are you-ngh-saying?" Tweek replied. Most of his stuttering and yelps between words had ended when they'd reached high school, but they occasionally came back when he was freaking out, like now. "Just go have fun with Clyde and Token; forget about me!"

Craig raised an eyebrow. "You're changing the subject."

"Urgh!" Tweek grabbed and tugged at his poorly buttoned shirt. He knew once Craig had set his mind on something, he rarely gave up until he found the answer. That, or if it was too much effort. Tweek often thought Craig would have given up on him long ago; that he was too much effort to keep up with and for a while Tweek thought he would have been fine with that. Talking to people was too much pressure most of the time, anyway. Everyone wanted to know things about you; wanted to talk to you, but they didn't realize that half the time you didn't want to talk. They didn't realize how much effort it took you just to get out of bed. "Craig, go away, please. Go have f-fun with Clyde and Token. You'll have fun; I know you will. Even if you d-don't show it, they know you will too!"

"I have fun most of the time because you're there," Craig confessed. "I like talking to you. That's not a bad thing. It's not too much effort for me because we don't have to talk a lot to understand each other. There's something wrong with you, so why won't you tell me?"

"You don't need to know!" Tweek picked his bag up off the ground. "I'll still be here when you -ngh- get back, so go on." He hesitated a moment before turning away and running down the hall.

Craig let out a sigh. Tweek was a lot of things, but he was especially stubborn when it concerned himself. He felt a vibration from him pocket and pulled out his cell phone. A text from Kenny. He suddenly recalled a conversation between Eric and Kenny that occurred earlier that year. Eric asked Kenny how he managed to get the best of everything being so poor, but all Kenny replied to that was, "Connections, bro. Connections."

Kenny: hey, have you told him yet?

Craig felt his eye twitch. Kenny was always pestering him about it and he wasn't sure why. It wasn't like he needed to tell Tweek his feelings; there was no deadline. He sighed again and began typing his reply, a simple: Fuck you.

Kenny: ill take that as a no then. you know, dude, someone might swoop in and steal him away from you while youre busy hiding your feelings. apathy can be a real bitch. ;)

Craig knew Kenny was right. The thought of Tweek dating someone else make him really nervous and he wasn't nervous about a lot of things. He typed back: I will tell him when I get back home.

Kenny: hell tell you when hes ready too. dont pressure him, okay?

Craig raised an eyebrow. Did Kenny know something that he wasn't telling him? He decided to call him instead. He never really was a fan of texting. Half the time he could barely understand what some people were saying, like Stan. Stan was the worst texter. He could remember the time they were forced to exchange numbers to finish a science project without having to be next to each other. He ended up having to go to Stan's house as Stan used far too many acronyms.

"Hello?" Kenny chuckled on the other end. "You should really get used to texting. Nobody calls each other anymore, you bloke."

"Fuck you. What do you know about Tweek?"

"Whatever do you mean, Craig, dear?" Kenny didn't often troll his close friends, but sometimes, he couldn't resist. Craig was so fun to bug, after all.

"You know what I mean. Did he tell you something?"

Kenny smiled on the other end. "Hey, now, it isn't my business to tell people what he tells me. I just happened to find my old Naruto DVDs and went to his house to watch it with him. There was an episode where Naruto and Sasuke were fighting and it was really emotional and they were holding hands and I said Sasuke reminded me of you and Tweek started to get a bit upset. Then, he told me something. Contrary to popular belief, Craig, I am an easy person to reveal things to and I don't judge. I keep secrets that are meant to be kept until someone decides to tell. I won't break that streak now. Go on your vacation, have fun and Tweek will tell you when he is ready."

Craig couldn't really say anything about that. He didn't want to dig into Tweek's life without him knowing. It didn't feel right. "Alright, fine."

"I expect you'll be keeping your promise too, then? About telling him when you get back?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said. "We'll see."