I DON'T OWN SOUTH PARK
Remember when you and I got into a fight? I thought you'd hate me forever. But you didn't.
("Arg- oh man!" I jittered looking around the infirmary.
"Shut up, will you?" Craig hissed.
"Sorry..." I muttered. The last thing I wanted was to be in a hospital room with Craig.
Once I'd finally fallen asleep, I had a nightmare. I woke up with a start, a cold sweat on my face and a numb feeling in my hands. Craig looked up at me and sighed.
"I hate you." I grumbled under my breath, staring at Craig.
"I can't say the same." He replied.)
Remember when we had that metrosexual fad and I cried because I couldn't get my hair to stay down? I thought you'd laugh. But you didn't.
("Gah! Craig this -Gah!- is impossible!" I whimpered tears welling in my eyes. "I'm ugly!"
"No you aren't. You just need some help." He smiled and began combing my hair.
I watched in disgust as some of it flew back up again. Craig seemed content.
"My hair'll never stay -Arg- down! I'm probably gonna be -Ack- made fun of!" Wet streams found their way from my eyes.
A soft hand grasped my shoulder. "Not if I'm there to stop them.")
Remember when you went off to Peru and saved us all from Guinea Pigs? I thought you were gone forever. But you weren't.
("Craig! You're alright!" I jumped in happiness.
"Course I'm alright!" Craig grinned.
"I thought you were -Arg- gone forever!" I looked at him sadly.
"Me too, buddy. Me too.")
Remember when I had to hide under a bush because I was afraid of fireworks? I thought you'd laugh at me. But you didn't.
("Tweek. Come on, they're only fireworks." Craig cooed.
"N-no!" I shouted back.
"Okay then. I'll go out there all alone. And if a rocket hits me because I wasn't with somebody who could've pulled me away, it's all on you." He chuckled.
I immediately raced out of the bush. "Let's go!")
Remember when I left to hang out with Stan's group? I thought you'd be angry. But you weren't.
("Craig, I'm gonna -Grah!- hang out with Stan, if that's okay."
"Okay. Just make sure he treats you like a human being." Craig looked at Stan.
"I'll try.")
Remember when I was kicked out? I cried for hours. When you walked up to me I thought you'd flip me off and tell me it's what I deserved. But you didn't.
("Hey, Tweek." Craig smiled.
"What do you want, -Arg!- Craig?" I yelped, my eyes trailing him.
"I wanted to know why you're crying. And alone." He asked nonchalantly.
"Stan -Ngh!- kicked me out of his -Gah!- group." I whimpered.
"Wanna play football with me and the guys?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Don't you -Gah!- hate me?" I looked at him pathetically. I didn't deserve such pity.
"No. If anything I'm pissed at those guys. They had no right to just kick you out." He grinned.
"O-okay then.)
Remember when I was afraid of the underpants gnomes so I couldn't sleep? I thought you'd yell at me. But you didn't.
("Gnomes again?" Craig asked.
"Uh-huh! They won't leave me alone!" I whined.
"I'll deal with 'em." Craig smirked.
"They're super evil though! They'll steal your underwear!" I screeched.
"Let them try.")
Remember when Thomas joined our group? You stopped hanging out with me so much. I thought you'd completely forgotten about me. But you didn't.
("Hey Tweek." Craig said.
"Gonna hang out with Thomas?" I asked bitterly.
"Of course not." He looked at me happily.
"Why not?" I pressed.
"Because, you're more important.")
Remember how I punched him in the mall? I thought you'd freak out on me. But you didn't.
("I'm sick of you!" I screamed at Thomas' unconscious body. My eyes narrowed at my fist. A crude trail of blood that wasn't mine trailed down it.
"I'm sick of me." I looked at myself, appalled. Then at Thomas.
"Tweek, you have got to be on more than coffee." Craig sighed. "But at least you'll always surprise me.")
Remember when I had to take Xanax? I thought you'd be happy that I'd finally gotten ahold of my problem. I thought you'd smile and say that it was a good thing that I wasn't a spastic twitch anymore. But you didn't.
("Tweek, something's up." Craig frowned.
"Gah!- whad'ya mean, Craig?" I looked around, as if I'd find the answer like in a 'spot the difference' picture.
"You're not as Twitchy." He stated.
"I've been taking -erg- Xanax." I admitted.
Craig's face darkened as he grabbed my bag and ripped out the pills. He walked out abruptly and into the bathroom, balancing the things over the Toilet.
"C-Craig! What're you doing?" I yelped.
"I'm gonna flush them."
"Why? I thought you'd like the fact that I'm not gonna be a nervous wreck!" I whimpered.
"Because, Tweek. If you changed, you wouldn't be you. If anyone thinks you need to be 'fixed'... Well, screw them." Craig looked at me once more before dropping the bottle and flushing the toilet.
"... Thanks, Craig." I smiled.)
Remember when you punched me in the face? I thought you were through with me. How I constantly needed help but how I didn't want to help in return. How you always were there, but I couldn't return the favor. I thought you were going to give up. But you didn't.
("Craig?" I asked tentatively, tiptoeing close to the ebony-haired boy.
Craig looked at me pathetically; definitely not like the strong, independent person he was. He scowled and looked at me sharply.
"Why." He simply stated, more like a demand than a question.
"Why w-what, Craig?" I shook.
"Why do you still feel the need to talk to me. I punched you, for no reason nonetheless. Why do you still want to talk to me? Are you going to hit me back or something?" Craig scowled.
I simply walked closer looked at him. "Listen, C-Craig. I -Erg- want to say I'm sorry. I understand why you can't stand to be around me and all. I always ask to much. I'm like a helpless pet. I can't ever return a favor, I'm..." I scowled at my hands in distaste. "I'm a broken machine."
"Listen to me." Craig commanded. "You are not a broken machine. You're honest and kind and smart. You're not a pet, you're a companion. Okay?" He looked at me with those icy blue eyes.
"O-okay.")
Remember when I had to take up a job? I was so nervous. I thought you'd help me. But you didn't.
("C-Craig! Please, man!" I wailed. This 'job' was so much pressure!
"No means no, Tweek." Craig glared at me.
"Why won't you? I'll be lost!" I squeaked.
"Because, Tweek. You're not a fragile doll. I know that you can be independent. Now for Christ's sake, act like it." Craig shot back.
"I- I understand.")
Remember when I crashed your dad's car? I was so inexperienced and I wanted to prove how I could take care of myself. I ended up swerving out of the way of another driver and crashed into a tree. I thought you'd hate me. But you didn't.
("Tweek!" Craig screeched.
My breath hitched in my throat. My face was probably bleeding and I couldn't move. "Craig?" I asked.
"Oh my god, are you okay? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get into any argument with you. I don't know what I'd do if you -"
"Don't." I cut him off. "Don't think about that. I did crash -Hng- your car." I let out a harsh chuckle.
"Tweek..." Craig smiled softly. "Quit blaming things on yourself."
I just smiled back, hoping that I'd make it through the night. And when I did, Craig grinned and showed me out.
"Lesson learned." I laughed softly, "Don't let a twitchy -Arg- fifth grader drive."
"Lesson learned.")
Remember when Token got into a fight? I somehow got goaded into the fight too, against Stan, nonetheless. I thought you'd disapprove of my impulsiveness. But you didn't.
("Arg!" I dodged just as Stan pulled a swing on my neck.
"Go Tweek!" I heard Craig cheer.
I wasn't some fragile doll. I wasn't a pet that needed help, and I wasn't going to be a useless member of the group. I caught Stan's fist just as he went to punch Token and dug my other fist into his gut. Stan made a disgruntled hiss as he laid sprawled out on the ground.
"Woah, sweet." Token grinned, rubbing my hair.
"Nice job, buddy. See I told you. You're pretty freakin scary." He laughed.
"I -Ngh!- wanted to help.")
Remember when Stripe died? I thought you lost it. You detached yourself from us. No one could even approach you. Token and Clyde couldn't get you to talk. I thought you'd push me away. But you didn't.
("Craig..." I whimpered, sitting directly next to Craig in the corner of the gym.
"What do you want, Twitch." He demanded. It cut straight to the bone for him to call me by that alias, but I held my ground.
"I- I can't let you live like -Ack- this." I stuttered.
"Why not? I have no one to care for." Craig hissed back. Again, I was pained by his comment, but I still sighed and sat down.
"Craig, you will always have someone to take care of." I said. My shoulders were crumpled inward and my face was down.
"I just miss him so much." Craig sighed, holding back tears.
"And I miss -Arg- you." I looked at him.
Craig was detached and lost. His hair had lost it's shine and his face was pale. I lost it. I began to whimper and then I started to cry. Wet tears streamed down my face. A hand was placed on my shoulder as I was tugged over to the ebony-haired boy. Craig patted my head soothingly and whispered words of comfort into my ears.
"I promise, Tweek. I'll take care of you.")
Remember when you stopped hanging out with me? I watched you avoid me for weeks on end. It was painful and I couldn't stand it. I thought you decided that I just wasn't useful anymore. But you didn't.
("Tweek." Craig addressed me.
"What do you want -Erg- Craig?" I hissed.
"I wanted to say..."
"You aren't sorry." I snapped. "You just don't want any -Gah!- fricking guilt. I -Gah!- hate you!"
"I can't say the same.")
Remember when we made up? It was Christmas time and I'd arrived at your house with a box and some holes.
("What's this?" Craig inspected the box.
"A present." I grinned.
"I don't deserve a present." He glared at his hands.
"Too -Arg- bad." I pushed it into his arms.
Craig opened the gift tentatively, his face lighting up at the gift. He laughed and looked back at me as he pulled out a guinea pig.
"It's a new Stripe." He grinned.
"Actually," I smirked, "his name is -Ngh!-Spots."
"Thank you so much..." He looked at me with happiness.
"Wanna play, Spots?" He asked his guinea pig. The rodent squeaked twice.
I sighed and left, frowning. Why couldn't he just pay attention to me? Then something grabbed my sweater.
"Where do you think you're going?" Craig asked, a smile tugging at his lips.
"W-well I -Ngh!- thought you and Spots..."
"You're staying, mister." He grabbed me and yanked me inside.
"O-okay!")
That was so long ago. When I had so many doubts.
Remember when I expressed how I truly felt? I kissed you and for once, I knew that you'd share my feelings. You'd love me for who I was, and mostly, you'd kiss back.
But you didn't.