Tweek Tweak was not the bravest of people, in fact it could be said he was the opposite. Tweek was notorious for his over-reactions and he had an extensive reputation for his terrified outbursts at random moments. Whether or not this was a direct result of the meth laced coffee his parents had forced down his gullet since his birth, was a topic many members of the South Park community still debated, even after the Tweak's had been found guilty for child abuse; among many other things, shortly after Tweek turned eight years old. When it came to where the young boy would be sent, there had been a mild consensus that he was too nervous to attend the local orphanage, his parents joking threats of being sold into slavery still fresh in his mind.
Eventually the town decided that the matter was resolved, when Craig Tucker offered for the blond to stay with him, his parents agreeing with a general flipping off of anyone who attempted to reject the idea. So it was that Tweek Tweak, moved in with the Tucker family, his things given equal space in the noiret's room and an extra bed slotted against the wall opposite to Craig's.
As Tweek entered the household, he trembled violently, his hands gripped tightly to a bag which contained the few truly treasured possessions he brought with him. His mp3 player with headphones, a small blue hedgehog teddy from when he was a toddler, a few action figure collectibles, his drawing pad and pencils, his thermos for his coffee addiction, as well as his favorite pair of pajamas. He also brought a photograph of his parents, though he hoped nobody would find out. After all, whatever they had done, they were his parents; the only parent's he had known, and despite their apparent lack of common sense, he still loved them. In an oddly terrified fashion.
"Now Tweek, I hope you know we're very much looking forward to your joining our home," Laura Tucker said kindly, as she ushered the small boy inside, leaving her portly husband to close the front door behind them.
"Argh!" Tweek squeaked, his eyes darting quickly around the room, as his fingers clutched tightly at the bag in his hands. He glanced at Laura Tucker, mistaking her concerned frown for a frustrated grimace before jumping lightly, as his eyes darted away to the chiming clock. "Oh Jesus! It's after me!" He whispered, freeing one hand from his bag to tug almost viciously at his hair.
"Oh, Tweek," Laura Tucker softly cooed at the boy, gently covering his hand and removing it from his hair. She noticed dried blood upon his scalp, and made a mental note to buy the boy something special to wash it with. Tweek jumped at the contact, squeaking quietly in surprise. His heart was racing as his dulled green eyes widened and he stared at the woman's face fearfully. "Now you just settle right down," Laura Tucker soothed, "You're quite safe here, I promise you. You have nothing to fear from any of us." She said sadly, gently stroking his face with her free hand.
"Mom, stop touching him." Craig's nasal voice filtered into the room, as he trotted down the stairs. The boy had his usual chullo hat on, even though he was in his pajama's ready for bed, but his dark blue eyes were bright and his brow slightly creased as he flipped his mother off. "He doesn't like being touched, you're freaking him out more."
Laura turned back to Tweek, noticing the boy was jerking frantically, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood so his whimpers were contained. "Oh!" She cried, dropping his hand quickly and taking a step back. She wrung her hands nervously before her, wanting to comfort the terrified boy but uncertain how to treat him. "Tweek, I'm so sorry..." She said, almost reaching for him again before crossing her arms in an attempt to control yourself. "If there's anything any of us do to make you feel uncomfortable, you must say so sweetie. We want you to feel safe here and-"
"Gah! Jesus Christ, I'm sorry!" Tweek cried suddenly, twitching violently to the side as his hand immediately dived back into his hair. He wasn't sure what he had done to upset the woman, but it was clear she was distressed because of him. When the woman's eyes watered, her lips parting to try and calm him again, Tweek slammed his eyes shut and screamed, tugging at his hair forcefully.
"Dude," Craig's monotone jerked Tweek out of his eyes opening to find the noiret had walked over to stand in front of his mother, who he flipped off with a light frown. She returned the gesture, a heavy scowl on her face as she looked down at her young son. "Calm down, she's overbearing and-" He paused, glancing back at his mother before continuing slowly, "stuff, I know, but my mom just wants you to know you're welcome and... stuff."
Tweek trembled, nodding his head absently as he looked away from the noiret, his shoulders twitching jerkily as he shuffled his feet awkwardly. "Oh my god! I'm sorry..." He mumbled, peeking up at Craig briefly before his eyes twitched to the other side of the room. "This is too much pressure! Gah!"
"Craig, honey..." Laura Tucker said slowly, nudging her son towards the small blond boy. "Why don't you take Tweek up to your room and show him where he can put his things?" She suggested, hoping the boy might calm down once away from adult presence. "Help him settle in a little, ok son?"
"Yes mom," Craig answered in his nasal monotone, gesturing for Tweek to follow him up the stairs. The blond hesitated at the foot of the stairs, turning to stare at Craig's dad when the man snorted. Laura Tucker turned to her husband quickly, flipping him off with both her middle fingers, before storming into the kitchen.
"Gah! Jesus Christ!" Tweek cried, before hurrying up the stairs after Craig, and following the boy into his room. Craig closed the door behind them, and for a moment the two boys watched each other, before Craig moved away to sit on his bed. Tweek twitched nervously as his eyes darted about the new environment, his heart hammering in his chest as he wondered just what monsters might be lurking beneath the bed which had clearly been set up for him opposite Craig's. He glanced at the noiret, who sat quietly watching him from his bed, and squeaked quietly as he jerked his head to the side. With a quick run up, he jumped onto the empty bed opposite Craig, and hastily delved beneath the covers, turning them into a make shift duvet fort around himself so that he could examine the room with some sense of safety around him.
"Dude," Craig's nasal monotone made Tweek jump, the blond almost toppling over the edge of the bed, before he caught himself and managed to keep himself from the monster beneath the beds claws.
"Argh!" Tweek gasped, settling himself once more in his make shift fort. He looked over at the noiret, who was still watching him, and either hadn't noticed his slip or was showing no reaction to it at least.
"You can unpack if you want," Craig offered, gesturing to the chest of drawers at the end of Tweek's bed. "There's room for your clothes, if you have any, and I kept the top clear so if there's anything you wanted to put up there it can be your space..."
Tweek frowned, scratching his head as he tilted it to the side and stared at the noiret. "Why are you, Gah! You being so nice to me?" He asked, his eyes narrowing slightly even as he twitched, heavily jerking his head to the side with a wince. "Argh! Nobody ever treats me like this, it's too much pressure!" He cried, tugging at his hair sharply.
"Like what?" Craig asked, his expression never changing despite the faint hint of curiosity in his flat voice.
"Gah! Argh! Like I'm normal!" Tweek exclaimed, closing his eyes as he imagined a hundred different pranks the noiret would no doubt play on him after lulling him into a false sense of security and friendship.
"Why not?" Craig asked, and Tweek's eyes snapped open, bulging at the noiret in shock. Craig shrugged his shoulders, as if he were truly oblivious of how utterly not normal Tweek was. The blond opened his mouth, but could find no words to reply with, so he merely squeaked and ducked deeper into his make shift duvet fort to rummage through his bag and see where about's he wanted to put his things.
Craig seemed to decide that Tweek may like some privacy while he was focused on his things, so he stood and walked to the small desk at the end of the room, checking on his Guinea pig, Stripe, who was currently the third of his namesakes. Tweek watched him quietly for a moment, twitching lightly under the covers surrounding him, marveling at the tiny grin curling the noiret's lips upwards.
"Argh!" He mumbled, before turning back to his things. He got out his pajama's first, setting them on his pillow to change into before he went to bed for the night. He shuffled to the end of his bed, the covers still clenched tightly around him, as he attempted to open the first drawer from upside down with one hand. "Grrgh!" He growled, fighting with the heavy drawer. A second hand appeared on the other side of the drawer, and Tweek had to keep himself from falling over when he saw Craig standing with his Guinea pig in his free hand.
"Jesus Christ!" Tweek squeaked, twitching lightly. Craig's lip curled upwards in a half grin, a small snicker escaping him as he helped the blond open the drawer. "Arrgh!" Tweek muttered, nodding in thanks as Craig took a step back and began to pet his Guinea pig with his newly freed hand. Tweek shivered slightly, the strangeness of the evening taking a toll on his nerves, as he settled his mp3 player, his teddy and his drawing things in the top drawer.
"Didn't you bring any clothes?" Craig asked, his brows furrowed as he noticed Tweek wasn't putting clothes in the drawers. Tweek gasped and slammed his eyes shut as he considered how much of a freak the noiret must think he was now, having brought only a few beloved items and no clothing with him when moving to a new home.
"I didn't have Gah! have that many that still fit me so Arrgh! I just grabbed the best things I could." Tweek confessed quietly, his fingers fiddling with the bag as he avoided the other boys eyes. "Besides, those Arrgh! Social Services people were really fucking creepy dude! It was way too much pressure man!" Tweek groaned, holding his head in his hands and attempting to both push and pull his face in two different directions in his misery. He didn't hear Craig reply for some time, and he was almost finished convincing himself that Craig must think him a complete idiot and not worth the effort of speaking to again, when the noiret spoke up quietly.
"My mom's already set aside some money for your School uniforms and shit," Craig said calmly, looking at the Guinea pig in his hands as if sensing that Tweek would be embarrassed to hear it. "She was gonna buy me a new video game when we went to pick it up, but I'll tell her to get some new clothes for you instead."
"Gah! Jesus Christ! Why the hell would you do that man?!" Tweek cried, flailing his arms dramatically as if he thought he were about to fall off the bed.
"Because, you need clothes?" Craig said slowly, as if it were obvious, while raising his head to meet the blond's wide green eyes. Tweek darted his eyes around the room, squeaking uncomfortably as he thought about how he wasn't even here a whole night yet and he was already depriving Craig of something else on top of his personal space.
"Y-You don't have to-" Tweek began, stuttering in his nervousness.
"I know." Craig cut him off, and Tweek peeked at the noiret from the corner of his eyes, watching as the boy put Guinea pig back in its cage. He waited, but it seemed Craig had said all he felt he needed to on the subject, and Tweek twitched slightly before turning back to his bag of possessions to distract him from the confusing boy. He pulled out one of his figurines, setting it atop the chest and reaching into the bag for the next. He pulled out a box, and immediately heard a gasp from the other side of the room. He looked over, and saw Craig staring at the box with the most expressive face he had ever seen the boy wear. Usually Craig had only two expressions; stoic, and pissed.
"Is that..?" Craig asked, getting to his feet and walking over as if in a trance. He stared with hungry eyes, his fingers twitching as if he desperately wanted to be holding the item himself. Tweek glanced down at the box in his hands, jerking his head to the side as he wondered whether Craig was also a fan. "Dude..." Craig breathed, and Tweek shivered at the close proximity. Craig seemed to finally notice his intensive staring, coughing as he scratched his ear and blushed, before pointing to the object in Tweek's hands. "Is that; a Red Racer limited edition, original season one, pilot episode figurine? Still in its original box?!" He said quickly, seeming more embarrassed by his gush of words than by his apparently uncontrollable staring at the figurine.
Tweek glanced down, eyeing the boxed item briefly, before holding it out to Craig. The noiret's eyes bulged at the gesture, and he seemed to have an internal debate about whether or not he could trust himself to actually hold such an item. "Y-You, like Red Racer?" Tweek asked, his lips curving into a tiny smile as the other boy finally took the boxed figurine from him, but seemed to hold it as if afraid it might break at any second.
"Red Racer is the best." Craig said slowly, his eyes raking over the tiny objects in the box as if he were trying to absorb every single detail he possibly could. Tweek giggled, nodding his head in agreement. He bit his lip, avoiding the small area he had already made bleed as best he could.
"Y-You can keep it..." Tweek murmured, his fingers clenching tightly at the duvet around him as Craig swung a slack jawed and wide eyed expression towards the blond. "Gah! Oh Jesus! I-I mean, if you want to!" He added quickly, ducking his head down to hide his embarrassment. He felt his cheeks warming, and he couldn't help but think once more about how incredibly stupid Craig must think he is.
"Dude," Craig said, his expression torn as he flicked his gaze between the boxed figurine and Tweek. "My mom would kick my ass if I let you give this to me... I really wanna say yes, you have no idea; it would make me soooo happy to accept this as a gift, but I can't take this from you man, I mean, you've hardly got anything as it is..." Craig bit his lip, before sighing and giving the box back to Tweek carefully. Tweek frowned, uncertain whether to mention that the figurine was technically his fathers, as the man had never actually allowed Tweek to play with it. He twitched nervously, setting the object down on top of the chest of drawers.
"Well, you can look at it whenever you Gah! want I guess at least," Tweek said. The room was silent for a moment, before Craig sat beside him on his bed.
"So, which episode of Red Racer is your favorite? Have you seen the newest one?" Craig asked, sounding far more curious than Tweek thought the noiret should be, considering he was such a crazy screw up.
"Um..." Tweek jerked his head to the side, feeling a little of the awkward terror that had been twisting in his stomach calm slightly, as the other boy talked to him calmly about such mundane things as their shared favorite TV show. Tweek couldn't help but wonder if things were really so simple, if it could really be so easy to assimilate into this new life, and whether these people; kind as they had been, could really stand to put up with his issues. He hoped so, because against his better judgement, he was beginning to like it here already, and he didn't want to have to leave. He smiled tentatively at Craig, before launching into a play by play of his favorite episode. The two spent the entire night talking about Red Racer, and the many adventures he had. Little did they realize, that it was only the beginning of their own adventures together.
A/N:~ I could do more, but I'm sleepy and I wanted to post this, so if you leave me comments and stuff about what you wanna see in this; then I could maybe post another chapter tomorrow :p
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