There Is Hope, Tweek

Craig X Tweek

Written by JEL

Third person P.O.V.


Another year of life

Another year of stress

Of anger

Of pain

Of knowing you're just that much closer to dying

Why not get it over with now


Craig lay in bed, not even really asleep. He'd tried to sleep, but it just seemed useless. So he just lie there, thinking of random things. Craig felt a squirm next to him under the covers, and two skinny arms wrapped around from behind him. A dry peck hit his cheek.

"Happy birthday, Craig!" Tweek said joyfully.

"Oh… is that today..?" Craig turned.

"Uh huh. How don't you ever remember?"

"I don't really care about my birthdays."

"Oh… well, you'll care about this one! I wanna make this the best one yet!"

Craig smiled at Tweek's cute little determined face. "Alright then. Whataya wanna do?"

"Well… maybe we could go get breakfast..?"

"Yeah, that doesn't sound too horrible. I'll take a shower first, and you can go start the coffee maker."

Tweek curled into a ball. That was exactly what he'd been thinking.

"Craig..? How come you don't care about your birthday..?"

Craig shrugged. "I just really don't care… and don't you ask me that every year?"

Tweek cringed, embarrassed. "… I just… think it's a bit strange… Who wouldn't be excited for their own birthday..?"

"… I don't know… a twenty-year-old who knows that no one else really cares either."

"… I care…" Tweek mumbled.


Craig and Tweek sat in a diner - a diner that everyone in town had been to since childhood. They sit in a booth ( because everyone loves booths… I know I do ).

Tweek picked at his scrambled eggs. He would've just had a cup of coffee and be fine, but Craig insisted that he eat something. And nobody could blame him. Tweek was still a walking stick.

Craig himself bit at a piece of toast with grape jelly. He eyed Tweek, watching him play with his food. A smiled pulled at his lips.

The waitress stopped by their booth. She'd been particularly nice to them, and checked up on them generously. "We finding everything okay? Anything I can get you?" She seemed to be rather talking to Craig more than Tweek.

"We're fine, thanks." Craig said, half polite.

"You sure? 'Cause I will get you ANYthing." She waved her pen, trying to be cute.

"We said we're FINE." Tweek snapped harshly.

"…Okay, then…" The waitress left, a tad embarrassed.

Craig looked at Tweek, surprised he had been so angry so quick.

Tweek had a bit of a scowl, and his eyes followed the girl as she walked away.

"Tweek… you okay..?"

"Huh..? O-oh… I'm fine… why..?"

"Were you… jealous of that waitress..?"

Tweek's face turned red. "Wh-what?! Wh-why would you say that..?!"

"You just… didn't look like you liked her. And I know you could tell she was flirting with me."

"… Well, I-… I just-… um…"

"It's okay if you felt a little jealous. I know I would've been." Craig sipped a glass of milk.

"You… you would..?" Tweek pressed his hands tightly together, lowering his head.

"Why wouldn't I be? You're my Tweek. And I don't like sharing."

"Oh… It's just… I've always seen girls flirting with you - even back in high school… and I guess I've always been… kinda jealous…"

"Well, you don't have to anymore. I promise I'll be faithful. Technically, I already have two of you. I don't care much for a third. Too much trouble."

Tweek gave a fake laugh. "…Yeah… two of me… I guess that's right, huh..?"

"Not that I WANT two of you. I'd be perfectly happy with just you."

"W-well I'd hope so..!"

"I'm just messing, calm down." Craig changed the subject. "So, where are we going next?"

"Oh… Well, there's a town fair today… I thought we could go ride some rides, maybe..?"

"Sure. Riding the ferris wheel sounds good."

"F-ferris wheel..?" Tweek had a great fear of heights. Anytime he didn't touch the ground was a nightmare.

"Yeah. What, you don't want to? Because we could do something else, I'd imagine."

"Ah! N-no! Ferris wheel is… great..! It's your birthday, we should do what you want..!"

Craig raised and eyebrow. "Are you sure? Really, we can do something else."

"No, it's… perfect… I'm no good at deciding things for others anyway…"

"Alright, I guess."


Tweek bit his lip, staring up at a gigantic wheel of death. At the top, he could see a mother and two kids, smiling and laughing. Tweek was dumbstruck on how anyone could enjoy the lingering fear of falling to the concrete from so high up. He shivered at the thought of his body being smashed to pieces like an expensive vase.

"Here, we're getting on next." Craig nudged Tweek with his elbow.

Tweek's skinny hands shook as he clutched his riding tickets, sweat slithering down the back of his neck. His eyes barely even blinked as they followed the wheel turning.

Craig, without hesitation, walked up, handing his tickets to the ferris wheel guy. He turned, and looked back at Tweek.

"You coming?"

"A-ah..! Y-yeah…" Tweek handed his tickets to the guy, getting a strange look in the process.

Craig had already sat down in the car, waiting for his boyfriend to get on. Tweek paused before stepping on. He didn't like the way the car swayed back and forth. Was it supposed to sway like that? The other cars did, so it must of. Tweek closed his eyes and placed one foot in. He slowly put the other one on, and started to sit next to Craig. He gripped his seat, his whole body tense.

The car moved suddenly. Well, not really suddenly, just too much for Tweek. He yelped, but quickly muffled it with his sleeve.

Craig glanced at him. "You're shaking."

"H-huh..?! It's just… cold, is all…" Tweek squeezed his eyes shut.

Their ferris wheel car rounded the top, stopping at the highest point. The car shook forward and backward.

Tweek freaked out. "A-ah..! Wh-why did it stop..?! Is it supposed to s-stop..?!"

"Yeah… they're letting other people on. Haven't you ever been on a ferris wheel before?"

"No! I hate ferris wheels! I hate heights! I hate my body scrambling on the pavement!"

"Then why did you want us to get on one?"

"Because you wanted to! I-I wanted you to be happy!" Tweek covered his face with his hands.

"… Come here." Craig wrapped his arms around Tweek. "Look, I'm right here. I won't let you scramble on the pavement, I promise."

Tweek ignored him, and kept his face covered.

Craig grabbed his hands, forcing Tweek to expose his face. "Hey, it's alright. Trust me."

"I don't wanna fall!"

"You won't. Just hold onto me."

Tweek immediately clung to Craig, as he'd been suggested.

"Tweek, just look out. It's a pretty view." Craig coaxed.

Tweek shook his head.

"It's not that scary, just look. If you're still scared, then I'll leave you alone."

He peeked up, and could see a few mountains in the distance. The sky was open and bright, barely a cloud in it. Being mid summer, the sun shone mercilessly. It was simply a beautiful day. Tweek lifted his head, slightly releasing his grip on Craig.

"You see? It's not so bad." Craig petted Tweek's blonde hair.

Tweek could feel his face heat up a little. "… I still don't wanna fall…"

"You're not gonna fall. I'd never let that happen."

"… Can… can we never do this again..? Please..?"

"… Yeah, okay." Craig kissed Tweek on the lips.


After arriving home, the couple sat on the couch, snuggled together. A blanket draped over them, and Tweek clutched a pillow.

It was quite, except for the T.V. blasting a movie. Tweek stir a bit, leading Craig to look down at him. Tweek was surely asleep.

Tweek's eyes blinked open. Craig smiled, until he saw what color those eyes were. Gray.

"So… birthday, huh?" He smiled innocently.

"Fuck off." Craig griped.

"Twenty years of life. Two decades. That's quite an achievement, isn't it?"

"I don't have the patience to listen to your bullshit today. Go back to sleep or shut up."

"Owwie…" He curled close to Craig, pretending to have hurt feelings.

Craig rolled his eyes. "Don't act for me. You're not some little kid."

He looked up, the sweetest type of smile on his face. "You're so cute, you know? Always so cranky. And that face… it's my absolute favorite."

"… What the hell are you trying to accomplish by doing this shit? It's completely useless."

"Useless? You mean like that thing between your legs?"

Craig blushed from both anger and embarrassment. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

"You barely use it. You're still practically a virgin." He giggled satisfactorily. "I could help you with that newbility, if you'd like."

"As if I'd ever even THINK of it!"

"It could be like your birthday present, right? I guarantee it'd be better than what you and the little one have done together. I'm not afraid to… 'get dirty', if you know what I mean." He reached over, resting His hand on Craig's crotch.

Craig jumped, and swiped His hand away. "Don't touch me like that!"

He gave Craig a quick kiss. "You have to get used to me one of these days."

"No, I don't."

"Ah, you're always so mean to me. But I think it's the fact that you don't want me, that just makes me want you more. You're nothing but a tease to me, whether you intend to or not. Even if you are abusive."

"I'm not abusive."

"Well, sure, not to the little one. But I'd be dead by now if I wasn't in his body, am I correct?"

Craig glared. There was no way he could deny that.


END PT1

ATTENTION PLEASE READ: Hey! So, I've been thinking… Since a certain someone's birthday is right around the corner, I thought I'd issue a bit of a challenge. I, JustAGirlNamedJEL, am beginning a little contest! It's a simple contest, all you have to do is write and post it here on the website. If you'd like to enter the challenge, just say so in a review down below. Now, here are some guidelines;

1) Any South Park pairing one-shot, or two, three, etc-shot, if you'd like to be creative [ No more than ten ]

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4) Have fun! This isn't a battle to the death, take it easy. It's just a little celebration for my birthday, it's really no big deal :)

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