a/n: Okay. First. This is not my story I'm uploading it for a friend, because I love it, and she wouldn't post it. She knows fully I'm doing this so Merry Christmas. Haha jkjk. ;D

Disclamers: I own nothing. Not south Park, or the story.

The sounds in the amusment park were loud. Craig hated that. He hated everything about amusment parks, actually. Every last little bit. The crowds, the sounds, the candy that was almost promised to be stuck to the bottom of your shoe, and the fact that because of his hatred for them, no one would go with him. And now, as he slid in next to his ride-companion, he had another thing to add on to the list. Being stuck next to the most annoying jerk-off in your class. Namely, Tweek Tweak.

It made no sense to him. Why the fuck would someone who couldn't sit down for longer than six seconds come to a place with never-stopping machinery?

Craig's eyes narrowed at the shrimpy boy next to him. The blond was quivering with what seemed to be anticipation. His eyes were wide and he was muttering to himself. As Craig attempted to listen to what the boy said, the ride started.

Once it did, Craig immediately began to hate this night even more as he realized which ride he'd gotten on.

Tweek slid roughly into his side, the boney elbow jamming into his hip. He opened his mouth to tell him off, but stopped short at the look on the boy's face.

His eyes were shut, his face peaceful. The lips that were usually pursed together, or open wide in fear of something were parted, his breath coming in and out slowly. With a shock, Craig realized he was asleep. On the Scrambler... How in the Hell...?

The ride switched motions, spinning the opposite way, and for some reason he couldn't really explain, he held onto the bar, not wanting to collide with the boy and wake him up. He just looked so sweet and innocent. So beautiful.

His stomach lurched when those blue eyes opened and peered up at him, "Hello, Craig."

Though Craig could barely hear the words over all the rucus around him, it still caused his heart to skip a beat. He'd never heard Tweek say his name before. And, truth be told, he wanted him to say it again. "What?"

Tweek chuckled kindly, "Hello. Craig." Then fell back into his slumber.

To Craig's emense regret the ride stopped slowly. As soon as the motions stopped, Tweek sat upright, his eyes shot open and he looked near tears.

Anxiety racked the black-haired teen. What the Hell was he supposed to do? Without thinking, he pulled the other to him, stroking his messy hair. The twitching seemed to subside, but he could still feel the other's rapid heart-beat. This was most likely due to the fact that someone he barely knew was holding him, Craig reasoned. After all, who would be simply okay with it?

Tweek, apparently, as his eyes closed again, and his breathing stabled. Craig felt and swelling of power in his chest. "Uhm..." He glanced nervously around him, "Tweek?"

"Hm...?"

"You wanna, uhm, run to the food court? Grab a burger? Then we can, idunno, come chill here again?"

Tweek turned his head up to look at him, and smiled broadly. "Jesus Christ, Craig!"

The boy turned pink, "Yes?"

"You really think you need to ask?"

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If you can figure out why either one of them is there you get free monkeys.