Tweek shook violently from the moment he woke up, Craig merely raised an eyebrow. The blonde looked like he had just seen a ghost.
"GAH!" He screeched out, flopping in a cluttered mess on the floor. His eyes darted quickly to the staircase and he bolted for it. His tiny feet barely made a noise on the stairs. Craig had no time to be confused and he merely followed suit. Despite being not only confused but the slightest bit worried about his friends reaction to seeing him, he still kept on his usual poker face. Craig noticed his door was left open, he walked in, closing it hard behind him before staring at a large lump under his bedsheets.
"Tweek, what are you doing?" Craig strode over to the boy in his usual collected manor, avoiding the mess of clothes on his floor. He swore that they weren't THIS messy before he came downstairs, but he assumed Tweek must've done it when he ran in the room, the kid ran as sparratically as he did everything else.

Tweek merely whimpered when Craig said his name, he almost sounded like he was crying. Craig sat down on the bed and grabbed his silky sheets in his hand and swore he was touching Jesus' hot bare baby bottom. Craig hadn't realized how tired he was and the pure supple sheets made a yawn overcome him almost instantly
"Tweek why did you run off like that? I know I'm handsome but I'm not that intimidatingly handsome." Craig grinned, he couldn't deny he was vain as fuck. He had two mirrors in his room, one against his closet door and one on the wall opposite his bed and depsite the fact he only really wore one sort of outfit, he still tried to dress nicely in it.
"You're only handsome because of all the shit you put on your face." Tweek spat back, popping his head out to look at Craig. Craig kept a bunch of lotions in his cupboard that he applied on his face and skin every morning. Tweek was the only one to know about this and Craig liked to pretend Tweek hadn't seen it every morning when they woke up from their sleepovers.
"You don't think that do you?" Craig feigned hurt, knowing it'd guilt Tweek into calling him handsome and he loved hearing it, however Tweek didn't seem to respond that way today.
"How can you care about how handsome you are when the worlds going to end?! Jesus Mary Joseph!" He screamed out and retreated his head under the covers, almost sobbing at this point. He had anxiety attacks like this often, Craig knew by now trying to argue logic with Tweek was stupid, so he had his different tactics.

"The apocalypse?"
"Yes! Didn't you see all the rubble outside your window?! The grounds torn up! We're all gonna die! Satan's minions are coming!" Craig sighed and cursed Miley Cyrus in his head.
"Move over twiggy" Craig barked, pulling some of the covers over him as he pushed Tweek aside, yawning and resting his head on his pillow. Tweek was fucking freezing against him, and he could feel Tweek's boney hip against his thigh. He cursed Miley Cyrus again, swearing to burn all existing CDs of her in town at some point.
"What are you - AAack- doing?" Tweek sputtered out, his eyes wide.
"If we die we die together right? Friends till the end and all that gay shit we promised when we were 10" Tweek started shaking considerably less at these words. He grabbed a hold of Craig's baggy hood, hoping Craig wouldn't know this, which he didn't. Tweek didn't feel weird sleeping in Craig's bed with him, they did it all the time when they were young and though they didn't do it as often now it still didn't seem weird to him, though he knew if it was anyone else it would be way too much pressure.

Craig closed his eyes but urged himself to stay awake until he knew Tweek was asleep. Even with his eyes closed he knew how to do this. First Craig would move, just the slightest, and if he heard no 'acks' or 'ahs' then he knew Tweek was at least calm. Then it was just a matter of hearing a loud breath bursting through Tweeks mouth and against Craig. Tweek always breated out really heavily when he finally fell asleep, though Craig had no clue why. He opened up his eyes and stared down at Tweek, who was already eating his damn hair in his sleep. Craig brought his hand to Tweeks silky blonde hair and pushed it off his face, if only to stop Tweek from choking on his hair. Craig couldn't help but notice that Tweek's hair and his fingers mixed together really well, it felt so familiar for some reason. As though he had touched Tweek a million times before. However, Craig disregarded it as him just being tired. Craig wasn't very touchy feely, in fact he'd never even hugged someone before, not even his mother. He didn't like physical contact much, bar the obvious sharing the bed with Tweek, but even then he never woke up really close to Tweek. Never felt his warmth on his skin or anything of the sort. Craig was continuing to mull over the thoughts in his head until he blacked out in an instant, this wasn't new, Craig didn't slowly drift to sleep, he just crashed. That's how it always was for him.

Craig awoke to a rude smack across the face and he jolted up almost immediately, taking the blankets with him.
"What now." this wasn't even a question, merely a statement of his annoyance. He saw Tweek poking his head out from above the bed.
"CRAIG WE'RE NOT DEAD!" Tweek screamed out, shaking excitedly. Craig sometimes forgot his friend actually believed the things he thought were going to happen. Tweek was smiling, though he could only faintly see it in the darkness of his room.
"Yay! Congrats to us! Now unless you plan to blow me you should remove your head from between my legs." Craig's legs were high up in the air and Tweek had poked his head from either side of them.
"ACK CRAIG I'M SORRY!" He almost flew off the damn bed into the wall, sometimes Craig had to wonder if the kid had a demon controlling his moves or something. Craig popped up off the floor and looked at Tweek standing in the corner. Craig merely sighed.
"Tweek it's fine. Besideds I need to talk to you about something pretty gay anyway."
"What?"
"Well you know how this place is too much pressure for you and way too 'adventurous for me?" Tweek merely nodded
"Well... I scored me and you a vacation to Hawaii but you have to pretend you're my boyfriend" Craig coughed out and put his hands in his hood and acted like he didn't even say it.

Tweek felt woosy. He sat down in the chair of Craig's room, near his closet, to the right of Craig's mirror. Tweek didn't have a good track record with relationships... In fact he hated them. He didn't like girls at all, didn't date them and found most of them ugly and though South Park accepted gays (afterall Tweek got sent to a tolerance camp for disliking his gay teachers open BDSM in class) the boys weren't too nice to EACH OTHER about people being gay. Tweek came out to Butters (now known as Majorine) originally, but then Majorine spread it to Cartman who had a field day with it and harrassed Tweek any chance he got saying Tweek was too ugly to be gay. Then eventually a boy had asked Tweek one a date and it went horribly, with Tweek winding up on Craig's doorstep crying while Craig sat next to him and talked. Since then relationships had been a touchy subject, in fact if Craig had a girlfriend Tweek would probably know since Craig never mention girls or boys or anything related to that in front of Tweek.

Craig sat on his bed and stared at Tweek, knowing the blonde probably wasn't fond of the idea.
"Hey hey Tweek listen, you don't have to do anything. You just come with me, we vacation and enjoy Hawaii together. That's it. I'm not like Kenny where I'm gonna try to flirt with you the entire time or Kyle where I'll try to convince you to date me with romantic flowers and a stupid fucking outfit." Kenny was a dude who'd stick his dick into anything that moved honestly. However he did admittably stop that after he started dating Majorine, which was around the time she started taking estrogen. Everyone except Cartman was rather accepting of Majorine's transition and it was like they never even knew the name "Butters". As far as Kyle goes, he revealed his gooey hormone riddled love for Stan when they were 13 and gave Stan roses and chocolates everyday with stupid love notes until Stan finally agreed. They didn't really cop shit for it since, well, it's Stan and Kyle. They know too many people. Tweek couldn't help but giggle at this. His giggle was rather intoxicating, even though Craig was the only one who ever heard it. It was innocent but it also sounded like it came from a drug addict... An innocent drug addict of course! It as weird. Tweek was weird. However, he was nice and boring. Just the way Craig liked it.

"A-and that's all? How are we getting to Hawaii?" Tweek twitched, rubbing his palms together as though he was freezing.
"We're gonna walk, starting from here in our shitty town in Colarado we're gonna walk across the water like Jesus, then check in with all our fucking money."
"Really?" Tweek would believe anything from Craig's mouth, mainly because Craig didn't have a joking voice. He just had a Craig voice. It was very... Craig like.
"No you dipshit we're getting a plane. No we wont crash and if we do I'll even take the time to put on my spaceman suit so I die looking like an idiot and you can hold it against me in Hell." Craig did a very good job at predicting Tweek's worries and taking care of them before Tweek had time to scream aboutt them.
"Fine. I'll be your boyfriend for Hawaii, but no sex without protection. We'd have a really ugly baby and I don't think you can handle being pregnant."
"HEY. YOU'D be the one pregnant thank you very much. I wouldn't let anything go within 3 cm of my ass. Also our baby would be as hot as his dad."
"Which one?"
"Guess." Craig couldn't help but let out his nasally laugh. Most people found it annoying as fuck but Tweek actually managed to enjoy it, even laughing along with his friend.
"You should pack and come back here, then we can just head from my house to arport Monday morning. Just tell your parent you're helping me house sit, I'll take care of attendance at school."
"I'll just tell them you're too much of a pussy to handle being by yourself at home"
"Coming from the one scared of mutant ducks seeping from the ceiling."
"WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT!" He screeched. Bolting downstairs abruptly. Craig didn't even have time to follow after him before heard his front foor slam shut and his phone vibrate from his bedside table.

"gonna go get my stuff now, see you tomorrow morning." the text read. Craig busily tapped his fingers against his phone in reply
"k sweetiepie ;)" Craig grinned at his stupid joke, it didn't last long before he got a text back.
"stop that"
"make me"
"Fine. I will tomorrow you ass." Craig put his phone down and made his way to his laptop, opening it up to already see an IM from the exact person he needed to speak to.

'[28/03/2014 10:33:57 PM] The prince of darkness: So you want me to change the school records? Is that really what you take me for? I'm not your godparents from the dumb show about the kid with the fairies, you know.' The IM was from, of course, Damien. The prince of darkness (if you couldn't already guess). He and Craig actually kept in contact, they saw eye to eye on a lot of matters.

'[28/03/2014 10:44:28 PM] Craig Tucker - Prince of dick #redracermarathon : come onnnnn. I did a favor by killing your little boyfriend so you could finally see him from hell' Damien was crushing on the little british boy, Pip something or other. When mecha-streisand came to town Craig urged Pip to try and talk her out of destroying the town, which was all on purpose so Pip would go to hell and meet with Damien and they could do hot sweaty fucking in hell like Damien wanted to do so bad.

'[28/03/2014 10:45:40 PM] The prince of darkness: sigh. Fine. I can't believe as the ruler of darkness THIS is what I'm reduced to.' Craig rolled his eyes. Doing what he asked was easy of Damien and he knew it.

'[28/03/2014 10:47:06 PM] Craig Tucker - Prince of dick #redracermarathon : We get it, ur the prince of darkness holy fuck' and with that Craig closed his laptop, collapsing onto his bed. He sighed in pure ecstasy at the idea of finally getting out of South Park. Being with his best friend was just a bonus. Not too mention this might hopefully clear his fear of relationships if he sees not everything related to relationships are such a fucking downer.
"Everything's going right for Craig Tucker..." He whispered, falling asleep as quicker as his eyes shut. He didn't even think to question the whereabouts of his parents or his little sister before drifting into dreamland.