Creek

Disclaimer: I no owning south park.

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Clyde was on Token's stops within the day, banging on the front door. Eventually, the dark skinned boy opened the door, looking rather pissed off.

"What is it, Clyde?"

The brunet forced himself passed Token and into the hall. "Dude, I just saw the weirdest thing ever."

Token sighed, shutting the door. He was used to Clyde's rudeness, and had come to expect it from anyone in this town. "What was it, Clyde?"

"Craig and Tweek were sleeping together!"

The Black froze in his steps, ears perking. "…Excuse me?"

"Okay, so they didn't sleep together," Clyde said, taking off his coat. "They were sleeping on the couch next to each other. But they were leaning on each other's shoulders! And they had no pants on!"

"Wait, wait; go back," Token said, holding up his hands. "They were sleeping on the couch- okay, why weren't they wearing pants?"

Clyde paused, and then planted his hands on his hips in frustration. "Christ, you're going to take all the fun out of this!"

"You've been hanging out with your girlfriend too much, for a start," Token said. "And yes, I am."

"Because Tweek got coffee all over his jeans- I asked why, but Tweek started to go red and Craig just said the movie startled him."

"How is that weird?"

Clyde smirked. "Because- get this- Craig started to blush too!"

"Maybe that was because he knew you were going to blow things out of proportion?"

"And Craig wasn't wearing pants either."

Token raised his brows. "He wasn't?"

"No! They were next to the couch, perfectly dry," Clyde nodded his head in approval. "He said that his trousers didn't fit Tweek, so he took them off to make him more comfortable. This is Craig; he doesn't do those kinds of things."

Token hesitated, clearly thinking about this one. He opened his mouth, and then shut it.

"See? Weird much?" Clyde questioned.

"Yeah, that is a bit weird. He's also not the kind of person to lie."

Clyde seemed disappointed for a split second. "It's still weird."

Token agreed.

"So, what shall we do?" Clyde asked as the two started to gravitate to the kitchen.

"About what?"

"About Tweek and Craig!" Clyde pushed. "What do we do?"

"Let them be?" Token suggested. "What's the big deal, dude?"

Clyde huffed. "How is it not a big deal? In case you've forgotten, Tweek and Craig aren't the best of friends."

"Yeah, they've always had an odd friendship," Token noted indifferently, as if he'd considered it before.

Clyde was about to roll his eyes when he saw the glint in Token's eyes. "What do you mean?"

"You never noticed?" Token asked, surprised. "They have little…exceptions for each other."

"Exceptions?"

Token sighed, opening his fridge. "Like the fact Craig always waits for Tweek. Or sticks up for him when no one's looking. And isn't as sarcastic to him as others."

Clyde paused. "I never thought of it like that. I just figured they had an unstable relationship."

Token smirked, feeling very proud. "That's because of how Tweek acts."

"Go on?"

"He stands up to Craig more than others. And he has a bit of an attitude. But he never complains about anything when it comes to Craig, and backs him up."

Clyde stood there, bewildered. "You have too much time on your hands dude."

"I know," Token sighed. "Or I'm just more observant than you."

"So," Clyde grinned. "What shall we do about it?"

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Tweek jumped, slightly afraid, when he got to the bottom of the stairs that morning and saw his friend waiting for him to go to school. The dark haired boy looked ready to kill. And Tweek was pretty sure he didn't want to die anytime soon. He crept down the stairs, tugging at his backpack strap, and gripping his coffee mug tightly.

"Mgh," Tweek sounded.

Craig looked up, still rather pissed. "Ready?"

A nod.

Craig turned, storming out the house. Tweek started out before seeing Clyde at the end of his drive, looking rather sheepish.

"You got up to-today, Clyde?" he asked.

"Yeah, something I wanted to talk to Craig about actually-"

"But it's finished," Craig snapped. "And wasn't worth talking about."

Clyde looked slightly scared.

Tweek followed the two boys, Craig storming in front, he and Clyde almost at the same pace.

"So," Clyde started. "You have a good weekend? What movie did you watch on Saturday?"

"Tactful, Clyde," Craig growled.

"I had a busy weekend," Tweek admitted. "I had to- ngh- do an extra shift on Sunday, because I was late."

Craig turned slightly. "That hardly seems fair."

Tweek shrugged.

Clyde carefully watched the two interact. They gave him an odd look.

Eventually, they got to school, still in three pieces, with Clyde ever more curious, Tweek ever more scared, and Craig looking ready to explode.

They met with Token, as usual, who looked ready to run away.

"Get rid of it," Craig growled, pointing to Clyde. "And don't let it follow me!"

He stormed off in the direction of his locker. Token looked at Clyde accusingly, but the brunet wasn't paying attention to him.

"Maybe you should go check on him, Tweek?" he suggested. "I mean, he's clearly not happy, and I might make it worse."

Tweek looked horrified at the idea. "I-I think he wants to be a-alone."

"Clyde," Token said. "Have you been bugging him about your ridiculous weekend theories?"

The brunet looked almost offended. "Well screw you guys, I'll go ask Becky. She'll be more than happy to help me!"

He walked off.

"Make sure you let Craig cool down," Token called.

He turned to his best friend to find the blond looking nervous and curious.

"Don't worry, Tweek," he said with a sigh, patting the boy on the back. "Clyde's just asking accusing Craig of things he shouldn't be, that's all. Probing for personal information."

Tweek seemed happy with this response and nodded, taking a swig of coffee.

"Ready to get to class?" Token asked. The paler boy nodded happily. "Great, let's get going."

Tweek was forced next to Craig for the day, seeing as Clyde was being distracted by Token. Kyle was the first one to notice this odd change in the four, and the first bold enough to bring it up. Kind of.

"Craig!" Kenny said, looking rather nervous. Kyle was behind him, looking both scared and determined. "My man, what's up?"

"What do you want, Kenny?" Craig snapped. Tweek squeaked.

The blond forced himself to relax, grinning classically. "Do I have to want something to talk to my favourite Tucker?"

Craig's eyes narrowed.

"Right," Kenny glanced at the redhead behind him, who nodded encouragingly. "We-uh, Kyle-ow-" he started again, cringing as Kyle kicked his foot. "I was wondering about what's going on with you and Clyde?"

Kyle's green eyes looked into Craig's grayish blue ones eagerly.

"First off," Craig started. "If you have something to ask me, ask me yourself," he stated with a glare. "Secondly," he flipped the two off.

Tweek stepped in, shaking. "Ah, we were late to-to school this morn-morning because of Clyde and-and Craig's mad at him and-" Tweek sucked in a breath. "Ngh."

Kyle relaxed, smiling softly and patting Tweek's shoulder. "Must suck to have to hang out with him all day, huh?"

Tweek grinned. "I suppose, he-he's a bit of a prick sometimes."

The two laughed and Kenny looked at Craig with a smirk.

"I know you, Tucker," the boy said nonchalantly while their two friends started walking off. "That's so not the reason. You don't wait for Clyde if he's late."

Craig glared again. "I don't see how it's any of your business, McCormick."

Kenny smiled innocently, though Craig could see the devilish curiosity in his eyes. "I'm just looking out for my friends."

"No."

"I'll just as Satan when I go to hell next," Kenny stated. "And he has a tendency to over exaggerate."

Rolling his eyes, the dark haired boy started to walk in the same direction as Tweek and Kyle. "If you must know…"

"I must."

"Then Clyde's been bugging me all morning. Tweek came round on Saturday for movie night, and Clyde and Token weren't there."

Kenny, unlike the others in his class, knew clearly of Tweek and Craig's unstable relationship. "And I take it nothing happened?"

"He spilt coffee, I cleaned his trousers, and we fell asleep on the couch. That's all," Craig scoffed humorlessly. "Clyde's just blowing things out of proportion."

"But isn't he adorable?" Kenny said with a perverted grin.

Craig glared viciously, giving him the finger. "Whatever Kenny, I have better things to do."

"What? It's just a question."

"Before you start asking me about who I think is cute, go do something about your own love life."

Kenny stopped dead in his tracks, blushing and moving his mouth like a fish. "Wha-but-shut up!"

Craig smirked. "What? I'm just stating the obvious. If you two don't stop chasing each other's skirts I'm going to get seriously pissed off."

He continued to walk, eventually reaching the two that had left him with Kenny.

Kyle was first to notice. "Where's Kenny?" he asked automatically.

Craig shrugged. "He's trying to figure a way to ask you to fuck him, back there," he pointed in the direction, seeing the blond standing there still, face bright red. Kyle's face soon matched.

"Gross Craig!" the redhead shouted.

"I think the faggot doth deny too much."

Kyle's face went redder. "Fuck you Craig, I'm leaving."

"To go running to Kenny?"

"Ugh!" the redhead stormed off in Kenny's direction, grabbing the boy's arm and pulling them further away from Craig and Tweek.

"Th-that was kind of mean!" Tweek said with a small frown. "K-Kyle's really nice!"

"I never forgave him for spending all my birthday money and having me shipped to Peru," Craig stated. "Do you know how weird it is to have lasers coming out from your eyes?"

"That was-"

"No, you don't."

Tweek huffed silently.

They continued to walk in silence.

"You know," Tweek muttered. "You're a real –ngh- a real asshole in school," he said. "Or wherever there's people."

Craig stopped and looked at Tweek in mild shock. They bantered, yes, but Tweek never flat out pointed out his flaws like that.

Tweek was frowning at him.

"The fuck do you care?"

The blond pushed his chest out slightly, and Craig couldn't see the usual humor that was usually in the coffee brown eyes when they fought. This was more like the pissed off Tweek he fought in elementary.

"I-I don't know why I bother some-sometimes," he admitted. "I actually thought you were n-nice this weekend. But you're just the same C-Craig who was a bully in elementary school."

Craig stared at him, half surprised and half offended.

"Why d-don't you go hang with C-Cartman?" Tweek continued. "I'm s-sure you two would have fun bitching a-about people."

Craig exploded. "Don't compare me to that fat fuck!"

"Why?" Tweek asked. "Be-because you don't want to-to admit you're a fucking asshole?"

"I'm nothing like him!"

"Because you're not f-fat?" the blond was clearly full of himself today. "Just because you're hot doesn't mean you c-can fuck with people!"

Now this caught the dark haired boy by surprise, and despite his clear embarrassment, Tweek held his head high.

"Go fuck yourself, Tucker," Tweek snapped.

The blond turned on his heal and marched away. But Craig wasn't letting him have it.

Tucker charged at Tweek, tackling him to the floor. Tweek yelped, his flask spinning and skidding alone the empty hallway.

"Take it back, asshole!" Craig snapped. "I was nothing but nice to you on Saturday!"

Tweek jabbed his elbow back, catching Craig in the stomach. He winced, doubling up and groaning in pain. Tweek flipped them over, straddling the boy.

"That's-that's your problem, Craig!" Tweek yelled. "You're a two faced bastard!"

Craig raised his legs and hips, flipping them over and landing between Tweek's legs. However, he miscalculated the blonde's weight and fell flush against him, his nose inches away from Tweek's. The brown eyes widened in shock, his body going completely stiff, sprawled out on the floor, staring up into the blue grey pools above him.

It was a very odd coffee brown, Craig decided. The shade coffee should be. Not too milky, but just milky enough. With specks of honey gold in them. Craig thought honey would go well with coffee. He was sure it would.

All of a sudden, he felt a foot on the back of his head, and he was pushed forward, gasping the same time Tweek screamed.

But his scream was cut short. By Craig's open mouth.

Their eyes widened, their muscles tensed, and Tweek felt like he was about to throw up.

"Ha, ha, ha!" came an annoying laugh from above them. "Look at the faggots! They're kissing!"

Craig's mouth worked faster than his brain, and his mouth moved as if to say 'Cartman!', the muffled sound going with it. All it caused was for his tongue to brush against Tweek's teeth.

"Baha! They're making out! Look!"

"Get the fuck off them, Cartman!" came another voice, much further away, and Craig squeezed his eyes shut, gripping one of Tweek's hands to squeeze it, the other moving to by the blonds head. At the same time, they pushed upwards against Cartman's weight.

But that was a lot of fat. And, seeing what they were doing, Cartman sat on Craig's back.

Tweek cringed, yelping in pain, and Craig felt a rush of anger surge towards the tub of lard.

"Get the fuck off us!" he screamed, heaving himself up and sideways, throwing Cartman on his stomach, ass in the air. Craig stood and delivered a well deserved kick right into Cartman's side. "Fucking asshole! Don't you dare touch me or Tweek again!"

Tweek struggled to get up, but Kenny was by his side, helping into a sitting position. Kyle came and stood on the other side of Cartman.

"Homophobic bastard," the redhead hissed.

"Fuck you K-Kahl," Cartman managed.

"He's not worth your breath," Kyle muttered, glancing at Craig.

The dark haired boy glanced at Tweek and smirked. "Oh, I'm not that much better than him," the raven admitted. "Might as well give him what's coming,

"This one," he rammed another kick. "Is for Kyle!"

"Ugh!"

"And this one," another kick. "Is for Tweek!"

"Whaa!"

Craig smirked in sadistic satisfaction. "And finally, for me!"

The last kick had him rolling over to Kyle's feet.

Kyle glared down at him. "You're such an asshole, Cartman. You deserved that."

Craig walked over to Tweek and looked down at him indifferently. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah," Tweek muttered. "Just win-winded."

Craig didn't give any response back, other than to walk away.

Kyle shouted at him. "Where are you going? We need to get Tweek to-"

"I need a cigarette," Craig responded. "Fuck the hell off."

Kyle crossed his arms across his chest. "He's such an asshole, I swear…"

Tweek looked down at the ground. "M-maybe…he's just got-got issues."

Kenny looked down at the other blond who was in his arms, concentrating on reading him. Tweek's face was clearly guilty, and he had a feeling that Cartman wasn't the one who had pinned the two down to the floor.

"You take Tweek to the nurse," Kenny said, ruffling the redhead's hair and walking in Craig's direction. "I'll make sure Tucker's okay."

"Kenny!" Kyle demanded. "What about Cartman?"

Kenny grinned and walked backwards, winking at his friend. He was rewarded with a delightful blush. "I'm sure that he'll get up eventually."

"Fuck…you…Kenny."

Kyle kicked him before helping Tweek.

Kenny soon found Craig, standing just outside the school gates with a few of the Goth kids, cigarette in his hand, head back and eyes closed.

"So," Kenny started. "How was the k-"

"Fuck. Off," Craig growled. "Don't ever ask me about that. Ever."

Kenny sulked mockingly, pinching Craig's cigarette and taking a drag. "I think you're lucky, I'd kill to kiss that coffee addict," Kenny smirked. "I bet he's an animal in bed."

Craig cringed. "Jesus, Kenny! I don't even want to think about that!"

"Ah, but you are," Kenny said cheerfully, grinning perversely. "I know I am."

"I'm sure you'd rather think about having sex with Kyle," Craig dead panned.

Kenny frowned, taking another drag of the cigarette before passing it back to Craig. "Whatever, bitch."

"Thanks though," Craig muttered. "For helping out."

Kenny nodded, expressionless.

They stood in silence, sharing the cigarette.

"Though," Kenny started, watching the smoke dance in the air. "I have to say. Tweek looked rather guilty, as if he'd done something."

Craig didn't answer straight away. "He was just saying some shit about me before hand."

"Yeah, I imagine that didn't help his conscience."

"It was true," Craig said with a shrug. "What he said. He just has no backbone."

Kenny chuckled. "Unless it comes to you."

Craig scoffed. "That's what Token said."

Kenny pushed himself off the fence. "I'd better get back inside. Kyle wants me to help him with Tweek. You coming?"

"Nah," Craig continued to smoke. "You go back to your lover-boy."

Kenny smirked. "At least I'm willing to admit I like my crush."

Craig looked at him, confused, but the blond had already started to leave.

--

Kivea: I infected EVERYWHERE except Peru. How. I don't know. I always get Peru. But the one time I manage to almost beat that fucking game, I miss Peru.

I hate pandemic sometimes.

ANYWAY, thank you for reviewing the last chapter, and I'm very glad you all liked it. I'm really fond of this story too, and I hope it isn't moving too fast, or seems to be anyway.

An alert or favourite is a compliment, I won't mind if you don't review. I know I can't be bothered half the time xD; they are appreciated though.

Oh, and if you like role playing, go check out Cambridge Crest Disciplinary Academe. It's really fun, I'm a mod, and it's just started too. Google it, it should be in the rpg directory. And we seriously need guys!

Ja ne ~

Kivea

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"Jesus Christ."

"What is it?"

"Nothing really…just…something Kenny said."

"You sure? Cause you look rather red."