A/N: I decided to update this so soon because there's 25 hours in the day today! It's totally a good enough reason. It is.

Nose Bleeds and Black Eyes

Craig cursed under his breath as he walked up to the 'dance committee' table. It was set up in the hall after school so people could buy their tickets and such. Annie was sat at the table looking bored. Her eyes brightened when she noticed Craig heading in her direction though. She flicked her hair.

"Hey there, Craig, how nice to see you," she said, leaning forwards. They always leaned forwards thought Craig.

"Yeah."

"So how can I help you?" She spoke in a purposefully low voice so that Craig had to step closer to hear what she was saying properly.

"Can I get a ticket?"

"Just one?"

"Yep."

"So you're not going with anyone?" she asked, flirtatiously batting her eyes.

"Nope."

"Are you planning to?"

"Nope."

"Oh that's a shame, waiting for the right girl are you?" She flicked her hair again and stroked her hand down her collar bone. Craig sighed in annoyance.

"I'm only going to shut Clyde up about it. I have no interest in taking part in any of the other social customs."

"Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to change your mind?"

"No, so don't bother trying." He handed over his money and she reluctantly gave him a ticket, purposefully holding it a little too long so that their fingers brushed together. He mumbled thanks and hastily hurried off. Craig really wondered sometimes what was wrong with the girls in his school. They were all crazy and obsessive, competing for a ridiculous prize. Why couldn't the girls understand that he really wasn't as great as they thought? He kicked open the school doors and saw someone he realised he really didn't want to see: Kenny McCormick.

The parking lot was emptying as students hurried to escape school. Craig grudgingly walked in the direction of Kenny, his anger intensifying with every step. He knew he shouldn't be going near the blond but he had to, he was standing right by Christophe's car. As Craig got nearer Christophe let out an impatient sigh.

"Finally you are ere, come on, Tucker, you know I don't like to wait around." Damien and Kenny who were sitting on the hood of the car, stood up.

"What's he doing here?" asked Craig furiously, pointing at Kenny. Christophe shot Craig a bemused expression.

"Because his truck eez broken and I offered him a lift, eez zat a problem?"

"Yes it's a fucking problem!" yelled Craig snapping. He stormed around to the front of the car, facing Kenny. He grabbed his collar, pulling him off the bonnet and glared into his 'oh so innocent' light blue eyes. "I really don't like you McCormick."

Kenny laughed at first before noticing the serious intensity in Craig's now dark grey eyes. "What? Why? What have I done?" he asked, genuinely shocked.

"Oh don't act naive you know what you've done! I bet you do it every day too you uncaring son of a bitch."

"Tucker, are you crazy? I have no idea what you're saying." Kenny attempted to pull himself out of Craig's grip.

"YOU HURT TWEEK!" Craig let go of Kenny's collar before driving his fist directly into the blond's face. Kenny stumbled back in pain, unprepared for the attack. He received another blow, this time to the stomach. He felt himself fall to the floor, desperately trying to avoid the punches flying his way. He didn't have a chance to fight back. Christophe hastily grabbed Craig's arms, pinning them behind his back.

"Eef you don't want to get seriously hurt, Tucker, I suggest zat you stop what you are doing right now." Craig knew it was an empty threat but he forced himself to stop all the same, knowing that he'd delivered a fair amount of damage to Kenny anyway. "What ze fuck has gotten into you?" Christophe looked in bewilderment at Kenny's bloody face, a bruise already beginning to form around his eye. Craig seemed very skilled in giving people nose bleeds and black eyes simultaneously. He ripped his arms out of Christophe's grasp and walked away, flipping Kenny off in the process.

Damien, who up until this moment had been only watching the scene jumped up and followed him, shooting Kenny a sorry glance.

"Take McCormick home Kristy, I'll deal with Tucker," he shouted over his shoulder.

"Don't call me zat you faggot!" yelled back Christophe, causing Damien to chuckle.

Christophe turned to Kenny who was hastily pushing himself to his feet still clutching his stomach. Kenny stared after Craig so many emotions swirling around his head. He was confused and angry but most of all shocked. Why did Craig hate him all of a sudden? He didn't know what Craig knew, if Craig knew anything. He was also scared, not because of Craig but because of Tweek. How had he hurt him? He groaned as the blood rushed to his head and overcome with dizziness collapsed onto the ground.

Craig grew increasingly pissed off as he walked away from the scene. The cold wind whipped at his face. It picked up its force around him blowing so hard that the snow started to fly off the ground rising up, circling and blocking Craig's path. Storm clouds appeared overhead, colored a dark grey that matched his eyes. He tried to grab at his head as his chullo blew off revealing his jet black hair. He furiously grunted as he heard thunder break.

"Goddammit, Damien, I know it's you! Put the fucking weather back to normal," yelled Craig spinning around to meet the eyes of his friend, who he noticed was holding his hat.

"I just wanted to match your mood," replied Damien. He raised his arms and as he did so the thunder ceased and the wind dropped. Craig lunged forward and grabbed his hat pulling it back onto his head.

"That's so fucking hilarious."

"Did you not appreciate it?"

"Yeah, you being a jackass is really what I need right now."

"Okay fine I'll stop."

"Whatever." Craig turned and continued walking towards his house. Damien quickly strode to his side.

"Getting angry isn't good for you."

"Oh."

"It wasn't best for Kenny either."

Craig laughed bitterly. "Good."

"Whatever he did Craig, you shouldn't have done that."

"I barely touched him."

"Are you just being difficult or do you seriously believe that?"

"Okay fine I hit him. He deserved it."

"You attacked him! You left him bleeding on the ground!"

"When did you become the voice of reason and morality? Last time I checked you were the spawn of evil." Damien sighed and scratched his head. They both walked on in silence. Damien absentmindedly melted the snow in front of him, turning it into puddles of slush as he walked through. He decided there was something he really needed to say.

"There's one thing that connects your two violent outbursts. Something I think is very important to you, even if you don't know it yet."

"What?" asked Craig even though he had the feeling he didn't want to know.

Damien looked gravely into Craig's eyes. "Tweek." With a clap of thunder Damien disappeared.

At the same time as his boyfriend was being beaten up for reasons unknowingly regarding him, Tweek was sitting at his kitchen table mug of coffee in hand and trying to forget about the events of the day. He had his trigonometry homework laid out in front of him and he was thinking about triangles like his life depended on it. Every time a thought about Kenny or Craig popped into his head he would turn up the music louder on his iPod and worry about how his ear drums may burst. He shut off his music when he noticed his phone flashing. He grabbed at it panicking that the person on the other end would get impatient and hang up.

"Gahh I'M HERE!" he screeched down the phone.

"Hi, Tweek," came the voice.

"S-Stan?"

"Yep, ermm Tweek Kenny's had a bit of an accident."

"OH GOD HE DIED! NO WH-"

"HE'S NOT DEAD TWEEK HE'LL BE FINE," reassured Stan quickly.

Tweek sighed in relief. "OH THANK GOD!"

"He's just got some cuts and bruises. He's at my house and wants to see you. I've sent Kyle around he should be there any minute to give you a lift."

"Why is he injured? Oh god a wolf didn't get him did it?"

"A wolf?" asked Stan in confusion.

"Those grey wolves we have around these parts."

"There are no wolves in South Park, Tweek?"

"Th-then what happened?"

Stan paused. "Kenny will tell you himself what happened."

"O-okay."

"See you soon."

"Gahh BYE!" Tweek hung up the phone and shook in fear. He forgot all about the lunchtime events, at this moment all he cared about was seeing that Kenny was alright. Nothing else mattered, not even the prospect of riding in a car.

Tweek panicked when he saw the state of Kenny at Stan's house. He screamed and ran over to Kenny hugging him tightly. It took ages for Kenny to convince Tweek that he was fine and it was nothing fatal.

"Gahh, Kenny what happened to you?" asked Tweek.

Kenny looked intently at Tweek. "Craig happened."

Tweek felt his insides screw up into a ball. "W-what did Craig do?"

Kenny noticed the shock in Tweek's voice and concluded that he must have talked to Craig that day. It was the only explanation he could think of for why Craig said he'd hurt Tweek. "He did this Tweek. He attacked me."

"He attacked you, no! Why?" Tweek couldn't believe what he was hearing. Craig seemed different that day, he seemed more caring.

"He gave me a reason but I don't understand it."

"What was the reason?"

"He said I'd hurt you." Kenny managed the correct level of confusion and guilt in his voice to make Tweek gasp in shock. The small blond started to shake, not wanting to have this conversation. He pulled away from Kenny, moving away from him on the couch, closer to Kyle who was pretending to read a book. Stan was in the kitchen making some food. Tweek felt tears welling up in his eyes.

"I saw you with Butters."

Kenny stared at him with eyes wide open but he didn't look so much shocked as perplexed. "What do you mean with Butters?"

"YOU WERE H-HOLDING HIM K-KENNY! Whispering in his ear and not letting go. Why would you do that?"

"Wait-"

"What did I do? I g-get that I'm a total spaz, I have no idea why you went for me in the first place! But why? I love you." He was working himself up into a state.

"Tweek I lo-"

"I GET IT NOW THOUGH. You never loved me! How could you! You planned for me to see you! You want to break up. I GET IT I'LL GO!"

"TWEEK, JUST STOP!" yelled Kenny, shocking the small blond into silence and making Kyle jump. "You've got it completely wrong," he continued softer. "That moment with Butters is not what you think." Kyle looked at Kenny cynically. Tweek felt his heart leap really hoping that Kenny was telling the truth.

"Well what was it then?"

Kenny sighed and threw back his head. "I promised Butters I wouldn't say anything, that's why I was comforting him in secret. I found him crying on the floor. You see he's just had some really horrendous news." Kenny tilted his head to link with Tweek's large butterscotch eyes, "I guess I'm going to have to say something now though. Butters' friend Bradley just committed suicide, he's as you can imagine very distraught."

Kyle gasped in shock. "Oh poor Butters, is there anything we can do?"

"No he told me he doesn't want any sympathy. I think the best thing is to act your usual supportive self." Kenny turned to Tweek and squeezed his shoulder. "I'm so sorry to make you feel upset Tweekers. I would never cheat on you. I do love you so much. I hope you see the reason why I was holding Butters, it was only to comfort him, it didn't mean anything." Tweek nodded, he completely understood. He felt guilty but he was relieved at this news. He snuggled up to Kenny again, kissing the cuts on his face. "I love you so much, Tweek," whispered Kenny again sadness shining through his eyes.

"I love you too, Kenny."

"So did you say something to Craig?"

Tweek cringed. "I... Well yes. I was crying a-and bumped into Craig, I told him that I saw you with Butters. You getting beaten up is my fault isn't it!?"

"I no way is this your fault Tweek. You acted how anyone would, Craig however didn't."

"Gahh It sounded like he was angry with you, l-like he'd already decided that you were guilty."

"He was angry with me. I've got the impression that he now hates me."

"Oh God! Why?"

Kenny looked down at Tweek; he had a pretty good idea. "I don't know," he lied "and that's why I think it's best if you stay away from Craig. He's got a terrible violent temper, he can't be trusted. One minute he's fine and then the next..." Kenny punched Tweek lightly on the shoulder. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

"O-okay Kenny I will stay away."