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100 Unexpected Tales
Tale One:
Introductions
"You meet people who forget you. You forget people you meet. But sometimes you meet those people you can't forget. Those are your friends."
-Unknown
Craig remembered when he'd first met Tweek.
Well, technically they had already met before.
So, Craig remembered the first time he re-met Tweek.
It was in third grade, and the two of them were stuck in the hospital, recovering from their fight.
Craig also remembered the first thing that ran through his mind when he'd woken up to see the twitchy blond sitting in the bed to his right, mug of coffee in his hands, watching Terrance and Phillip.
'What a twitchy douche.'
Of course, by now, Craig had begun moving around a bit, causing his roommate to glance quickly over at him. They stared at each other for a while, taking in the battered appearance of the other. The bruises, the bandages, the cuts.
Tweek twitched.
Craig flipped him off.
At the sight of the dark haired boy's middle finger, Tweek twitched violently again, causing him to spill hot coffee into his lap.
"Oh Jesus! Ack! It burns!" He threw the white mug to the floor with a yelp and began patting at his legs in an attempt to stop the burning. Craig, sitting calmly in his bed, watched the blond's struggle with raised eyebrows.
Craig had been in the same class as Tweek since kindergarten (Craig's parent's had never sent him to Pre-K). And, even though he'd, technically, known Tweek for almost four years, he'd never really considered him before. That is to say, Craig had obviously talked to the blond before (he'd asked him for a pencil), but he never really talked to him. Like how he talked to Clyde. Clyde was his almost-best friend (Clyde liked Token more) and he told Clyde almost everything. But now that he sat down and took a moment to actually look at Tweek, he was intrigued. Not because he had suddenly found the other half of himself, but because Tweek was interesting. Because Tweek was weird.
And because watching as Tweek twitched and screamed about how he was going to burn to death was bizarrely funny.
"Dude," Craig said. "Chill. You're not going to die."
He saw Tweek pause and look shakily over at him. His eyes were huge, and he had a large bunch of the blanket clutched tightly in his tiny hands.
"I-I'm not?" Craig rolled his eyes.
"No, dude. It was just coffee."
"O-oh. I knew that." Tweek whispered quietly, twitching afterwards.
Craig chuckled. "You're kinda funny, you know that?"
"I - Gah! - am?" Craig nodded.
It was silent for a few minutes, save for Tweek's grunts when he twitched. Craig watched as Tweek began pulling at the sheets again, obviously anxious.
Sighing, he climbed sluggishly out of his bed and crossed the few feet that separated his bed from Tweek's. He stuck out his hand. Tweek twitched frightfully, starring at it like it was some foreign, alien baby just sitting silently in front of him.
"Hi," Craig began. "I'm Craig."
Tweek slipped his bony hand into Craig's with a violent twitch.
"I'm - ngh! - Tweek."
"Hi, Tweek. Let's be friends." Craig smiled at Tweek, genuinely happy to be asking for Tweek's friendship.
Well, technically he was demanding it, but whatever.
"Gah! Okay." Tweek smiled, happy to have a friend.
Craig climbed back into his bed and turned to the television, satisfied with his good deed for the day. He needed a new friend anyway.
Besides, watching Tweek freak out was kinda funny.