A/N welcome to another thrilling story. This one is a multi chap with CREEK! one of the cutest pairings out there :)

So I usually tend to not depict Craig as an asshole, like most, he;s just... misunderstood.

Title is Nickasaur! lyrics. they belong to him and all his greatness.

Craig's POV

Disclamer: I don't own anything but these words. Unfourtainatly it is all I can offer.

We Go Good Together Just Like Coffee And Cream

Chapter One: Think Before You Speak

Most would say I'm a man of action. I agree. But it's not because I don't think first, no. That's not at all the case. I think way too fucking much. 'Think before you speak.' My mother used to always tell me. She told me again and again and I always made sure I did. Analyze a situation then make your move.

Most people think I'm extremely anti-social. This is not true as well. I just have an extremely low tolerance for stupidity. I like boring, because boring isn't stupid. Getting drunk out of your mind until you throw up your pancreas is stupid. Letting status control your life is stupid. Doing anything to gain something for only you is stupid. Just being stupid is… well… stupid.

I'm walking through the halls analyzing the people, as I usually do. The cheerleaders with the jocks, then everyone else who doesn't rank as high cowering in fear. This is stupid.

Where do I rank? Surprisingly high for someone who has tried their best to stay off the radar completely. I barely talk really. Thinking is best. No one can twist the words in your mind like they can if you speak.

Believe it or not, I'm very punctual. I approach my locker at the same time I do every day. 8:14. This is so I may arrive at class at 8:21 when the final warning bell rings and we should be in class. There's no point defying times that people have set up for a reason. Though something is different today. There's a boy fiddling aimlessly with his lock standing beside my locker. Why haven't I noticed him before? He must arrive at a different time then I usually do. His hair is fucking platinum blond and he's wearing almost nothing despite the cold temperatures outside. He's holding a thermos in one hand trying to open the damn thing.

"Gah! Ohmygawd! Jesus man! Wh-what if the g-government ch-changed my c-combination! That'swaytoomuchpressuerman!" My brows furrow as I hear him mumble to himself.

"Tweek?" That's his name right?

"GAH DON'T KILL! JESUS CHRIST!" He screeches and drops the thermos to the floor as he cowers.

I'll just wait until he comes around.

There're dark circles around his eyes. He probably barley slept last night. His hair isn't brushed and he's not even wearing a jacket. Suddenly his trembling body looks up to me. Holy shit. His eyes are fucking HUGE. Usually they're closed in fear or hidden behind his jagged bangs in front of his face. Well shit. He even has heterochromia. Left blue, right green.

That's awesome.

I stick out my hand to help him up. He cowers again for a moment along with a bit of a scream before looking from my face to my hand and finally cautiously setting his palm in mine. After helping him up a bell rings and I realize I'm late so I quickly grab my things and close my locker the poor boy is still fiddling with the lock before finally getting it open. Hell what's a few more minutes of tardiness? I grab his thermos from the ground and begin walking with him to class.

"W-why are you –ergh! Walking with m-me?" Hm. Why not? Does he dislike me being here? He seems pretty lonely most of the time. I simply shrug and continue walking beside him. His steps are short and quick. Mine are much the same. It's about fucking time I found someone who doesn't waste time moseying on over places. Is he… counting? Hm. So he has OCD. Cool.

Most kids are in homeroom already when we make it there. Girls sitting on boys laps. Boys beating on each other senselessly. Girls gossiping and giggling. They always look like they're fucking plotting something. I take a seat next to the blond boy today before class beings and everyone takes their seats as well.

All through class he keeps looking at me like I'm about to hurt him or something. He's thinking and I know he is, he's never focused. His body trembles constantly. I bet his writing is terrible. He keeps switching hands to write. So what, he's ambidextrous too? He should just write with his right hand. Left handedness sucks, I should know.

"So wrapping up our chapter on MacBeth can anyone give examples of what they learned in the epic tale?" How about: Don't trust jack shit? "Hm , you haven't spoken in a while! How about your opinions?" His eyes grow wide as he shakes and attempts to form words.

"Ah! Pressure! Gah! Um b-blood is written l-like 200 t-times in th-his book. Ergh!" Everyone just kind of stares at him. He's right though. It's written like 8 times on every page. Rather violent story. So now at least I know he does homework. Not doing your homework is stupid.

"Um… Alright… Anyone else?" The teacher is probably making a mental note to never ask him again. Suddenly I hear his head smash against his desk and his hands fall to his sides. I wince and notice no one else seemed to care he did that at all. I can see him mouth 'Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!' as his head stays firmly on the wooden surface.

At lunch I notice the kid is sitting by himself. I usually just eat with the large group of guys at any table. I really could care less where I sit. It doesn't fucking matter. As I mentioned earlier, caring about status is stupid. I walk over and take a seat across from the blond who doesn't have a lunch and is simply shaking and drinking a new cup of coffee.

"Gah! Wh-why a-are you here!" The boy sinks slightly in the seat. His speech is very reserved and almost inaudible. Why am I here? I could sit anywhere really. No one really dislikes me. I don't give them a reason to.

"You were alone." His eyes widen again and he flips his hair out of his eyes violently. His eyes, which are usually darting everywhere, stare solely at me for only a moment.

"N-no one ever s-sits with me! ARGH! ARE YOU A SPY! WORKING FOR THE GOVERNMENT COME TO TAKE MY SOUL!" His vice is rather strained when he speaks louder. His conclusions bring a small smile to my lips as I pull out my Red Racer lunch box. (Childish? Sure. Awesome? Hells yes.)

"I'm not a spy Tweek." He seems to relax slightly before taking another sip of coffee. "Do you not want me here?"

"JESUS! N-NO! I M-MEAN YES! I M-MEAN OH GOD!" His cup of coffee falls to the table and spills everywhere.

"I'll be right back." I get up to purchase another cup o' joe and grab napkins to clean the spilt coffee. When I return he's looking in my lunch pale suspiciously like I'm bugging our conversation or something.

"GAH! S-sorry!" He jolts back, nearly falling out of his seat. I smile again and even give a small chuckle as I hold out his new cup.

"Here Tweekers" Hm. Tweekers. Why did I say that? I never say things without thinking first. That's odd. He stares up at me fully expecting me to hit him or something.

"Th-thank you." He takes the coffee graciously and sips on it like his life depends on it. Which it probably does.

"I saw you looking through my lunch pale. You want some food?"

"N-no! Coffee is -Gah! Coffee is just fine." He mumbles and takes another swig. It's amazing. He doesn't stop trembling but manages to never spill a single drop…. Unless he drops the entire cup of course.

~X~

So today I have stumbled upon a ambidextrous coffee addict with insomnia and OCD. I think this might be the start of a beautiful friendship.

A/N Alright the Macbeth thing is actually kinda true. I didn't actually finish reading the book :) so I can;t give an exact number... but in my book someone had underlined every time it said BLOOD and I thought it was pretty funny.

... I don't own MacBeth if I can get sued for that either.