Now let me apologize beforehand for the sucky writing. And also sorry if the personalities are all wack. This is my first SP fic so it's gonna suck :P

The song "Black Dahlia" by Hollywood Undead was playing while I was playing Okami (awesome game might I add) and i was all like "Wow, this would make a good Creek story"

So alas I made it. I already have 5 other chapters for this fic on my laptop so if you actually think this chapter is decent I'll be more than happy to upload the other chapters.

(WARNING!: There is mentioning's of sex here and there's also a LOT of foul language. This chapter is from Craigs POV so if you didn't expect cussing shame on you -_-)

Now I hope you enjoy :D

"I loved you, you made me hate me

You gave me hate; see it saved me

and these tears are deadly"

Why am I staring at them again? It's like my eyes are magnetic to idiots...

"Fags." I mumbled to myself as I watched the couple laugh at a joke the other one told, feeling my organs hurt and my eyelids feel heavy. Resting my head on my hand as I continued to watch, the sight was so fucking painful but I needed to look –as I said before my eyes are magnetic to idiots-. It's like I got off on emotional pain or some shit. I don't know...I don't fuckin' know anything anymore. I thought I knew. I thought what I knew was real and just to have it all gone so easily and fast, it sucked ass.

Tweek laughed again. I loved his laugh. It was sort of shaky sounding (if that was even a word). It sounded like he was laughing while on a bumpy roller coaster ride or that he wasn't sure if he should be laughing in the first place, being the nervous twitch he always will be. The fag next to him grabbed his hand while my Tweek was distracted. My Tweek; my Tweek and no one else's damn it. A growl seemed to come out by habit. Fuckin' son of a fucking fuck, I really hated that stupid whore that had my Tweek now...fuck. He didn't deserve him. He never was there for him. Fuck, there was even a time he used to make fun of my Tweek. I hated the idiot's stupid cum waded blonde hair. He was too fuckin' poor to afford a comb or what, Jesus Christ. You can see the cum stains on his stupid ass orange jacket or whatever the fuck it was. The bitch is a whore; he's done half of South Park, almost more than Cartman's mom –which was bad enough as it is.

I winced at the thought of Tweek having some of his own "stuff" on the jacket. No way there could be any. Tweek's too much a paranoid to have sex with someone that he was only with for a month. Besides it took me over a year to finally get him in the sack. I wanted to drool as memories of lust started to appear in my mind. God, the sex was amazing. I don't want to get too into detail but let's just say I was really nervous the first time. Yes, the Craig Tucker the amazing fucker, was nervous to screw a twitchy, ADD, coffee addict. I had no idea why at first until that night after doing it for the second time I watched him sleep. You see, when Tweek Tweek sleeps it's such an amazing thing to watch. He's absolutely peaceful and just the total opposite of what you see during the day. In the daytime, he's always spazzing out from a single touch or fainting when you decide to sneak up on him...you don't really get to see his face most of the time, it's in a blur 24/7. So when he was in his peaceful sleep I got to actually see his face...and I gotta say, he's the most beautiful sight I ever seen and he always will be.

Jesus, that's sounded so fuckin' gay but it was the honest to God truth. His eyelashes would keep brushing his pink flushed cheeks like with each breath he took. His lips were so perfectly shaped, sort of looking like a heart whenever he pursed them together when he talked in his sleep. His hair was just all over the place making it look like some kind of halo around his head, like some kind of sexy angel. The bags under his eyes diminished and he just gave of this...glow. Could've been an after-sex glow or some shit like that but I doubt it. It seemed more like a happy glow, like all his dreams had just came true and he never wanted it to end. At least...that's what I wished that he thought because that's sort of what I thought that of him. I always stayed up late watching him sleep, just touching his perfect face and admiring him for the short while that he was sane and not thinking of coffee for once.

Though when he did finally wake up, he'd freak out at me not sleeping the entire night but I'd always tell him it was because I was watching out for gnomes and some other stupid shit he was scared of. He would blush like the cute little guy he is and kiss me on the cheek to thank me for giving up my sleep for his safety. He was too fuckin' adorable for his own sake.

And I'll never see that glow ever again...

McCormick will see it from now on instead.

Fuck, why am I thinking about this? God, I hope I'm not turning into a pathetic Goth kid. If I do then shoot me now; I rather be dead then have to suffer being a faggy emo Goth kid like those freaks that sit out in the patio ever lunch period, smoking cigarettes.

Though I did love a good cigarette once every five seconds...

I felt a hand on my shoulder and nearly freaked out. It was only Clyde...why do I still talk to him? I should stop talking to him. I kind of hate him now...for no absolute reason of course. He kind of looks like shit to me now...

"Dude, chill the fuck out! You were totally spaced out!" I flipped him off and rested my head on my arms.

"Clyde go away. I never want to hear your voice ever again, you little piece of shit." He sighed, called me a "diseased cynical asshole", and continued to talk to Token about some stupid ass thing like tacos. I turned my attention back on the couple. They were still talking and laughing, holding hands and blushing. It made me fucking sick. I scoffed a little too loudly making Tweek look towards my direction. My eyes widened as I stared into his hazelnut coffee colored eyes from a table down. He continued staring at me and my own boring grey eyes. I couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling. Was he scared? Was he happy? Was he angry? Was he sad? He was blushing, I could tell. Did he still have feelings for me? Did he remember the good ol' times we had in bed like I just did? Did he want me to kiss him like I used to?

Seriously...shoot me now before I transform. This world is kind of looking shitty to me anyways. Pull an "Old Yeller" and do whatever you got to do.

Kenny saw Tweek looking somewhere else and looked in the same direction he was, staring at me as well. I turned my gaze from Tweek's beautiful eyes to Kenny's slutty whatever-color-they-were eyes and flipped him off. I still can't believe for the life of me that I use to think he was an alright guy, definitely better to hang out with than Stan Marsh or his Jew friend. His eyebrows furrowed as he said something to Tweek before pulling him up from the table and walking off and I couldn't help to feel a little disappointed.

Great job Tucker you made them leave; you worthless piece of shit. With a groan, I buried my head into my arms, thoughts and memories flooding my mind once more.

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Short? I know.

Sucked? I also know that too.

Just give it chance, it does get better I swear. 8|

R&R