"Tweek, what is 10 times 2?" Mr. Garrison asked the usually twitchy boy sitting in the back of the room. Tweek turned his head; bored look on his face mostly expressionless. He flipped him the bird and turned to look back out the window. The whole class gasped and stared at the blond with wide eyes and I, Craig tucker…am lost for words, my mouth agape as I stare at his brushed blond hair and correctly buttoned shirt.

Something…is very wrong.

After class I found Tweek behind the building. Smoking.

"Tweek! What the hell are you doing?!" I yell at him angrily…. Why am I angry?

He flips me off.

"And stop flipping people off! That's my thing!" he takes a drag of his cigarette and turns to me, I notice he is wearing a black button-down shirt and dark colored skinny-jeans. He stares me down with his enticingly beautiful gold colored ey—SHUT UP MIND! NO HOMO!

He throws it on the ground and moves closer to me.

"T-Tweek…. What is wrong with you?!"

"Why do you care?" he doesn't even have a stutter. I'm getting worried…and he was getting dangerously close to my face….

"I-I…" I'm cut off by the bright orange hoodie behind tweek.

" hey babe" he says wrapping his arms around tweek waist and gives me a glare that could kill me a million times more than Kyle and Stan have shared the words 'oh my god they killed Kenny! You bastards!'

"This guy giving you problems tweeky?" he grunts at me angrily

"nah. I'm just pickin' on 'im." Tweek turns around to Kennys face and they make-out for like, ten minutes. Right in front of me….why do I feel…..jealous? My face goes red and I storm off clenching my fists.

The next day I spot the Parka-clad McCormick with Stan Kyle and Cartman.

"So how long ya' gonna play with Tweek?" Stan casually asked, none of the four knew I was watching.

"Until he helps me get closer to Butters. He's always around Tweek, I didn't think Tweek'd even fall for me! Dude, it's getting out of hand. I mean, at least I got him off that coffee crap…it was messin' with him dude." Kenny ran his hands through his dirt blonde hair. He sure does talk a lot when he's alone, he takes his hood down too. So this is what's happening! This f-tard is using tweek to get to butters?! I've got to tell him!

A few minutes later I find Tweek again, smoking, of course. He traded coffee for cancer-sticks. GREAT. **sarcastic**

I quietly step next to him. He gives me a tired side glance. Annoyed? Probably.

"H-hey….I um….I'm sorry for reacting stupidly." I apologize staring into his golden, yellow eyes. They seem to sparkle against his pale skin. And his lips ar—CRAIG STOP NO HOM- y'know what? F it. All the homo.

"Its fine Tucker." He gives me a charming smile filled with his pearly white teeth. For a smoker his teeth seem to match the color of the snow perfectly…its odd.

"B-but…I gotta tell you something about Kenny... and...You might not like it very much bu"

"He's using me to get Butters?" he cuts me off with another smirk.

Sly little devil knew it all along didn't he?

"You knew?"

"Oh yeah! It's obvious, n-no one could ever REALLY love me! That's just silly!"

My heart shatters, he really is sensitive, isn't he?

"Ya' callin' me silly?" I blush lightly realizing id said that aloud.

"Wha-wh-what?" His voice cracks. Wow that was really cute. Wow that thought was really gay.

"Well Tweek if you must know…" I take enough steps forward so that I'm pinning him against the wall, with one arm against the wall, tweek under it ,he's so short, and my other hand in my pocket.

"I like you Tweekers." I grin at him.

"THAT'S TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"

There's my tweek. I grab his face with one hand, gently, as to not damage my delicate flower, I lean in and plant a kiss onto his lips. He tastes like Chocolate. Not cigarettes, my guess-he faked it for Kenny. I bet he's never even lit one. He melts into the kiss. Oh yes, I could get used to this...