Hello everyone, glad you decided to click on my story. It's been a long time since I've published anything, or even wrote anything seriously for entertainment. But the new South Park episode just touched me so that I had to continue the story. Please tell me if you'd like me to continue writing it and feel free to PM ideas.

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Craig was over for the hundredth time, playing board games with Tweek. They enjoyed each others' company, and as long as nobody was in their face about being gay, they didn't mind the drawings or the applause that followed them wherever they went. They knew the truth, so they didn't fight it.

Craig had come not to mind Tweek's knee gently bumping his every now and then, or their fingers brushing when they passed the controller to each other. They already had to hold hands everywhere, so it was no big deal. In fact, Tweek even felt a bit lacking whenever they went their separate ways at the end of the day without any physical contact at all.

This was one of those days. They hadn't touched at all the entire time they had been playing board games in his room and he was feeling more jittery than usual without some of the contact he had come to anticipate.

"Hey, you peeked." Craig accused, looking over at Tweek from his battleship board.

"What? Huh, no I didn't!"

"Yes, you totally did, dipshit, I saw you clearly move your whole body and turn your head."

"No! I was just shifting! I swear I didn't look!"

"Yeah, whatever, just take your turn."

Tweek glared at Craig, already irate with him at his smug accusation. "That's it, you are so annoying!" He yelled, flipping his game board over and sending it crashing into Craig's.

"Calm down dude, it's not that serious." Craig refused to look him in the eye, but instead diverted his attention to picking up the little pieces now splayed everywhere.

Whether it truly was anger, or just for the thrilling thought of finally having contact with him, Tweek lunged. He first grabbed Craig's blue parka before throwing all his weight on top of him. "You are so fucking annoying, man! Always so smug, and always so mean!" He grabbed at the base of Craig's chin, trying to push his head back as far as it would go before Craig clocked him across the cheek and reversed their position.

"What the fuck, dude?! It's just a fucking board game!" He shouted, holding Tweek's arms down as he tried to thrash and flail around underneath Craig. He kicked and wriggled and even tried to bite into Craig's hand before he quickly pulled it away.

At last, when Craig got him to settle down, a red-faced Tweek sighed in frustration.

"It's not the game." Tweek said quietly, his body not as volatile, but still twitching.

"What?"

"I SAID IT'S NOT THE GAME!"

"Then what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Tweek fell silent for a while, his head turned to the side, but still he felt Craig's eyes burning into him as he waited for an answer.

"Well?"

Tweek could feel his eyes tearing up, oh god what a pussy he turned out to be.

"Why don't we ever do anything more than hold hands?" He asked quietly.

"What?!" Craig released Tweek's arms at once and sat up straight. However, his movement seemed to spark something inside of Tweek and he couldn't control the yelp that escaped him. Craig soon thereafter felt something poke him.

"WHAT THE FUCK, TWEEK?" He jumped off of Tweek, tripping over game pieces as he tried to back away, and falling to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Craig! I really am! It's just that... I really like hanging out with you and your hands are so soft... I'm not gay for you! I just... guess I'm curious is all... hah."

"Curious about being gay!" Craig scanned the room for his backpack and quickly grabbed it up, hoisting it over his shoulder as he headed for the door. "Peace out, Tweek, let's never do this again."

"No, wait!" Tweek sprang to his feet and rushed toward Craig, grabbing his arm before Craig violently wrenched it away. "Just do me one favor and then you can leave."

"No."

"Please! Just this once and we won't have to hold hands or anything ever again!"

Craig glared, but sighed soon afterwards. "You better be asking me if you can borrow Assassin's Creed or something."

Tweek pulled at his shirt and shifted his weight. "Can, heh, can we, uh, touch, hah, mouths?"

Tweek did not look at Craig, but he could picture exactly the look of utter disgust on his face as he stared down at the fidgeting boy in silence.

"Tweek." He said evenly.

He looked up, and was greeted by a gloved middle finger directly in front of him.

"Please, Craig! Just once! All this time we've been going out and you're not even the least bit curious?"

"We are NOT going out. We just-"

"Well when we hold hands and hang out everyday... I get kind of... confused."

"There is nothing to be confused about. I'm not gay, you're not gay, we DO NOT kiss and that's it."

Tweek felt himself begin to tear up again. He knew Craig would respond like this. He had to be so stubborn all the time and never had any consideration. It wasn't fair.

"Oh come on, don't do that." Craig groaned when Tweek started to cry.

"I can't help it, I just want to do one little thing, but you're so mean to me." Tweek tried to rub the tears out of his eyes, but they just kept on coming. He felt embarrassed to be crying right in front of Craig, but as he said, he couldn't control it, his emotions always got the better of him.

Craig watched him for a minute or two, wondering if it was an act. He hated the stirring pity inside of him for Tweek, like a sympathy for a twitching squirrel, half dead on the side of the road. He sighed.

"ONE kiss."

Tweek suddenly perked up, first in shock before a smile broke out across his face. "One kiss, got it." he nodded.

"Close your eyes, faggot."

"Yes sir."

Tweek tried not to seem too eager by puckering his lips or standing on his toes, he knew Craig wouldn't like that.

He could feel Craig's breath as he got closer and hesitated just before he touched his lips to Tweek's. It sent a tremor throughout Tweek, noticeably more powerful than the regular twitches he experienced.

And then he felt it. The soft press of Craig's somewhat chapped lips to his. His eyelids fluttered, his toes curled, every hair stood on end. Surprisingly, the kiss wasn't at all bad. Tweek expected a boy's lips to be rough and unpleasant, but Craig's...

The moment was over far too quickly, for Craig recoiled as if he had been scalded.

"That's all you're getting." He said, turning his scarlet face away from Tweek and towards the doorway.

Tweek, red faced as well, smiled. "Craig?"

Thinking Tweek would ask for more favors, Craig immediately shouted 'NO!' before running down the stairs and out the door.

Tweek looked at his trembling hands, still smiling. "Thank you, Craig."

In a stupor, Tweek's eyes drifted around the room, at the numerous game pieces, half empty coffee cups, piles of clothes, he looked at all this, but only saw Craig. His ears still rang and blood pumped fiercely in response to his mind replaying the past few minutes on loop.

"Oh god." He whispered, tugging at his hair. He crouched to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest and burying his face. "We kissed. We really kissed. Oh God!" He knew he was happy, but then why did he feel so incredibly sick to his stomach?

He ended up puking in the toilet for a good portion of the evening and cursing himself for having ever approaching Craig with such a request and allowing himself to take on way too many emotions at once.

Craig clawed at the flaps of his hat, ferociously pulling it down until he felt the threads begin to separate.

"You fucking goddamn little piece of shit. I'll fucking kick your little twitchy ass. I swear to fuck I'll never ever let you have another goddamn happy moment in your whole fucking life. I'm gonna make sure you're the most miserable goddamn fuck for making me do that!"

Craig could only see Tweek's big eyes staring up at him expectedly. He could only feel the soft puffs of breath against his face. His coffee-stained, trembling lips...

Why was his face so goddamn fucking hot? Craig hurried to hide behind a run down brick building, if anyone saw him like this, they'd know he'd done something gay for sure. He grabbed handful after handful of snow, scrubbing every bit of skin on his face until it was ice cold and completely numb. He didn't even realize he had switched from feverishly scrubbing his lips to shoveling the snow into his mouth and swallowing every bit of it.

He began to choke, bits of snow slithering down his throat the wrong way as he guzzled it, but he didn't stop. He also did not realize, due to the fact his frozen face couldn't feel anything, that he was crying. Tiny, ugly gasps and groans escaped him as he worked so hard to ignore the onslaught of physical and emotional feelings.

He was NOT a fucking faggot. He loved girls and boobs and curves and big red lips and long hair. This whole thing with Tweek was just a ruse both of them out up with for the sake of the town. For whatever fucking reason, South Park's happiness depended on their pseudo-homo misery. Every time he imagined breaking up again, memories came flooding back of melancholy faces everywhere, people who had absolutely nothing to do with them becoming crybabies over their fake break up.

What was their deal anyway? Why was their relationship so important to the lot of them? He didn't want to live a lie, but he also didn't want to turn the town into a Depress Fest again. He wished everyone would just fuck off out of his business and let him live how he wanted.

He had no idea how long he sat there, eating snow from the ground like a madman, but eventually he stopped and slumped against the building. He sat like that for a long time, cradling his head in his hands and sniveling repeatedly into his gloves.

God, I'm such a pussy. He thought defeatedly.