This is actually kind of based off the fact I do the same thing when I'm nervous and that Tweek kind of reminds me of my anxious, paranoid self. Sorry it's so short, it is just a drabble...

South Park belongs to Matt and Trey.

Craig was, notoriously, a dick. A self-centered, rude dick.

But it wasn't like he was trying to be a dick. That reputation came from girls who assumed he was heartless from his lack of response in the few relationships he'd had.

He did feel bad, somewhere deep down, but he couldn't help that he really had no interest in those girls. He had absolutely no control over the fact he wasn't attracted to them.

And no, that did not mean he was gay. It definitely didn't make him gay. He had decided that didn't make him gay. Men disgusted him, too. Completely.

Except for maybe one nervous little wreck. Craig would never say a word, but he did secretly find the way he stuttered and shook to be adorable.

But he definitely, definitely was not in fact homosexual in any way.

Craig accompanied Tweek wherever Tweek asked him to go. He knew Tweek didn't like being alone.

He tapped his fingers against the dashboard while Craig drove them to the movies. His habits were beyond adorable.

The black haired boy was unsure of why Tweek had asked to go to the movies, considering loud noises really weren't his kind of thing. Craig could only assume that Tweek was either trying to please him, or trying to get over his nervousness. The second option had happened already with the arcade, and that ended in Tweek sobbing beside the pinball machine.

Craig walked them inside and, of course, paid for the both of them. Tweek tried to hand him the ten dollar bill he would've used for his own ticket, but Craig immediately refused.

The movie did not sit well with Tweek, who flinched at every sudden scene change or loud, violent noise. Craig tried his best to comfort him, but part of him didn't even want to. It was cute, but Craig was a friend before anything, and succeeded in at least partially calming his friend down.

At the end of the film, Tweek ended up accidentally flinging himself down the stairs. Craig rushed to his aid, and luckily discovered that he had only a couple bruises at most.

And Craig started to yell at him, telling him to be more careful of his surroundings, telling him to be less clumsy, and—Oh god, Tweek was crying, Craig made him cry, Craig hated himself.

Tweek just sobbed until Craig hugged him awkwardly. Tweek soaked his shirt through, holding onto him until the entire theater was empty.

The blond sniffled and Craig released him, only for Tweek to turn around.

"Tweek?" He asked nervously, right hand reaching for his shoulder.

"Y-You're right, I should b-be more careful, and...Craig...?" He stuttered.

"What?" He waited.

"I'm s-sorry if I annoy you!" He twitched, fiddling his fingers together.

"Oh, Tweek, you...you don't annoy me at all. I like your quirks." He tried his best to smile. Tweek smiled back, blushing slightly, and left to the main room. Craig brought them both to his car, the tension overwhelming him.

"Tweek?"

"Y-Yes?"

He leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Tweek nearly yelped, going impressive neon red. He started stuttering and shaking his head and mumbling all sorts of nonsense. Craig genuinely smiled.

But he still, definitely wasn't gay. Tweek was just an exception.

Okay wow I really just suck with endings

And this has nothing to do with the story but the song 'The Rescue' By Tyler Ward makes me think of Creek and it's adorable

I'm sorry I wasted your time ;;