Preparing for one of the biggest chapters in this story. ;) I hope this chapter makes sense and you guys enjoy some cute Creek fluff. Also, I hope you like what I made Tweek's name in Craig's phone. Sorry if there are any mistakes.

Italics mean flashback to the party last night, besides the text messages

Text messages inspired by a small Tweek and Craig comic that I have no clue who the artist is.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or its characters, they belong to Matt Stone and Trey Parker. I also do not own any of the songs mentioned in this chapter.

Craigs POV:

I wake up from my slumber all groggy and sporting some bed head. The buzzing that initially woke me up is still going. I reach out to a plastic chair I put beside my bed last week and grab the source. My phone has been blowing up for the past 15 minutes and won't shut the fuck up. My bad attitude changes when I see that Tweek is the one spamming me.

Tweek Tucker 10:12 AM: Hey, what time am I coming over today?

Tweek Tucker 10:30 AM: Hello?

Tweek Tucker 10:40 AM: You awake?

Tweek Tucker 10:47 AM: Craig?

Tweek Tucker 10:52 AM: Omg wake up Craig

Tweek Tucker 10:57 AM: I hope I am interrupting your beauty sleep princess.

Tweek Tucker 11:01 AM: Come on sleeping beauty wake up.

Tweek Tucker 11:04 AM: wwwwaaaakkkkkkkeee uuuuupppppppp

Tweek Tucker 11:05 AM: Why are you taking so long to respond?

Tweek Tucker 11:07 AM: Oh no are you hurt?

Tweek Tucker 11:08 AM: Are you ok?

Tweek Tucker 11:12 AM: Pls respond.

Tweek Tucker 11:13 AM: Craig?

Tweek Tucker 11:14 AM: Omg, are you actually hurt?

Tweek Tucker 11:16 AM: Oh Jesus Craig did you grt in a car wreck afteer you dropped me off!? Did the underpants gnomes finally get aggressive and kidnapped ypu!?

Tweek Tucker 11:17 AM: CRAIG PLEASE

Me 11:17 AM: Tweek. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. You. Fucking. Spazz.

I chuckle at how big of a worry wart Tweek still is. Last night though, I haven't seen Tweek have a panic attack that bad since we were kids. I was pretty scared but my body just acted on its own. That's when I made the decision of asking him out today. I want to be the only one to see Tweek calm down like that. I saw everything he is in that moment. All his walls were gone and I saw in those eyes, everything. Is this how Kenny fell in love with him too? Not only do I not want anyone else to see him like that, I also want to be the only one that brings him peace. That's kind of selfish but I don't give a fuck.

"What g-got you into music?" Tweek asks me with this sparkle in his eye. We are holding hands and I am gliding my thumb between his thumb and pointer finger. He's huddled close to my arm on the random bench in the back yard, listening to the thump of the loud bass from the frat house. I take my attention away from his hand and change it to look at his messy blonde hair resting on my bicep. I smile inwardly at how attached he is to me right now, till I remember he is wearing Kenny's hoodie. So, I do what any other rational person would do.

"Hey. Stand up." I order him. He looks up at me puzzled but obeys my command. I grab his narrow hips and move him in front of me. I'm a pretty tall guy, while Tweek is on the short side. I pull him closer so he is positioned between my legs. His eyes grow wider as the apples of his cheeks flush with the heat of embarrassment. Tweek is gay so I can see why this might embarrass him, especially when I start peeling off Kenny's hoodie.

I remove the article of clothing and begin to tie it around his waist. It lifts up the black t-shirt he is wearing, exposing the waistline of his jeans. I remove my leather jacket and throw it over his shoulders. The jacket is a little shorter on him than Kenny's but is still way too big for his tiny frame. He snakes his arms through the sleeves, which pass his arm span by a significant length. I put my hands back on his hips and rub circles into his protruding hip bones with my thumb. He makes a small whimper sound, kind of like when Stripe wanted me to pet him more.

"Parents started fighting a lot when middle school started. It drowned them out when I would listen to music so I started getting into it. I learned that it was actually a defense mechanism I subconsciously used, called Sublimation." I said with a shrug. He tilted his head to the side with a slight smile on those pouty lips.

"My therapist s-said the defense mechanism I u-used was Denial. Pretty a-accurate too, if it was t-too much pressure, I wouldn't g-go near it." He told me. I chuckled lightly and he followed soon after. My hands started pulling him closer, until we are rudely interrupted by a, soon to be dead, brunet.

"Thought one of the rules was no fucking. TOKEN! WE GOT TWO RULE BREAKERS!" he yells across the whole fucking backyard to our approaching friend. I feel the heat on my palms cool as the source of heat distances himself. Damn it, Clyde. I just slouch back onto the bench and punch him in the arm. Clyde is sitting next to me whining with a drink in his hand, which Tweek takes and guzzles down. Token appears and slaps Clyde on the back of the head like he deserves.

"Clyde shut the fuck up. You just broke the Tweek rule." Token tells him with another swat to the head.

"Dude fuck you. I wasn't picking on Tweek, Craig was trying to put his dick in Tweek." Clyde was very drunk. He is the kind of drunk who has no fucking filter and says whatever he is observing. I punch him again as Tweek buries his face inside my jacket.

Token sighs and Clyde throws his arm around my shoulder. "Let us blow this shit show! After party in a parking lot!" he says to our small group of four. I push him off the bench and stand up, making my way over to the target of my affections.

"He didn't say anything to upset you, right? If he did, we can find a nearby lake and dump him. He eats more in food than he pays in rent so it's a win-win situation." I deadpan. I hear a quick "hey" from a stumbling Clyde but ignore him because I see a relaxed smile form on Tweek's face. "Very tempting offer. I think y-you can find a b-better punishment though." Now it's my turn to smile.

It soon fades when my vision of Tweek is replaced by a bottle of Hennessy and Whisky. I turn to Clyde who says "I jacked some shit from the party. After party, now Craig. I am not nearly as fucked up as I should be." I groan and watch Clyde remove the cap from the bottle of Hennessy. One thing about Clyde is even though he is drunk, he is nothing close to a lightweight. He takes a swig straight from the bottle and swallows it followed by a Coca-Cola commercial "Ahhh". It sends a shiver down my spine that he treats that shit like water.

Tweek snatches the Whisky and proceeds to follow in Clyde's example. We walk to the fence that encloses the backyard to get out of this place. I'd rather kiss Clyde than walk back into that house, and that's saying a lot. I feel a tiny hand grab onto my hoodie and look down to see Tweek drinking out of a Whisky bottle. I release his fingers to lace them with mine. The shock on his flushed face was priceless, but he surrendered to my act of affection.

Token grabs both bottles when we reach my car and takes a drink from each. He forces the harsh liquor down his throat. "Ok. I'm ready." He says and with that, we start our drive to an empty parking lot.

"So, what is going on now? You turned Craig?" Clyde says leaning over the middle console. Tweek makes a squeak but Clyde persists on his inquiry. "You have Craig whipped! I have never seen him act like this before." I roll my eyes and pull out my pack of cigarettes.

"Craig. I want to take you up on that o-offer on dumping him in a l-lake." Tweek grumbles out to me. Token and I lose our shit after that. I soon pull into the perfect parking lot for their "after party", I am not a part of this shit but I do like this extra time with Tweek. All of us get out of my car into the empty and dim parking lot, except Clyde. He takes my aux cord and starts a Britney Spears playlist. The first song is "Hold it against me", don't ask me how I know the titles of her songs.

"I dedicate this song to both of you" Clyde tells Tweek and me while laughing his ass off. I roll my eyes and then put my hand out to Tweek. "Want to dance?" I ask. He takes my hand and leads me away from my car.

"Hey, over there

Please forgive me

If I'm coming on too strong"

I keep my hold on his hand as he starts to swing his hips to the song. I just stand there as he jerks my arm around while he attempts to dance to the EDM beat. "Dance long legs!" he orders me as he pulls me closer to his small frame.

"So come here, a little closer

Wanna whisper in your ear

Make it clear, little question

Wanna know just how you feel"

"Gah!" is the sound he produces when I pull him into my chest and rest my free hand on his waist. The music becomes softer while I sway our bodies together. He looks up at me with wide eyes and pink dusted cheeks. God, he is so fucking cute.

I smile down at him as I hum the words. I release his hip to create a distance between our bodies, but keep my fingers laced in his. His brows pinch together and his mouth turns into a pout like he is asking "why did you leave?" . I pull his body back but lift my arm above him so I can do one of those ballroom spins. His back is to me and I hunch over him to grab his free hand. My arms cross over his chest as we begin to sway again. I rest my head in the right crook of his neck as a smile tugs at my lips. I hear panting coming from the blonde I'm holding onto. I release his left hand and spin him out of my grasp. I ballroom spin him again as the second chorus begins. His body falls into my chest as both of our hands find each other.

He breaks into a giggling fit with the biggest smile on his face. "I didn't know you could dance like that!" he says between giggling.

"So if I said I want your body now

Would you hold it against me"

I was too entranced with the beauty that is Tweek Tweak, I did not see Clyde jump next to us and attempt to dance. I let go of Tweek and punch Clyde in the arm. The blonde starts to dance with Clyde, not like we were, but they are having fun. I lean on my car next to Token and I can already hear his smart-ass comments on the show I just put on.

"Did Clyde actually tell the truth?" Token announces as "I Wanna Go" starts to play.

"Shut the fuck up." I retort, emphasizing my discontent with my favorite finger.

"Don't get so defensive man. I'm not the one who was basically dry humping Tweek out there. You can't blame this shit on alcohol either man." He tells me. I let out an annoyed sigh to show my contempt for this topic. He just stares at me, waiting.

I glare at him but he continues to be unmoved. It breaks me so I start, "Shut up and don't tell Clyde." He gives me an understanding nod.

"I think I am in love with him? Well, I am pretty sure I am." I tell him as a rake my hand through my hair. "I am thinking about asking him out tomorrow." I look into his eyes and see that there is a huge smile plastered on his face. God damn it.

"Craig Tucker. In love. Is the world ending?" I end up shoving him and he stumbles over. He laughs it off, refusing to drop this conversation. "Come on Craig. I can't help it. This is the first time you have said 'Love' about another person that isn't Red Racer." He gushes at me. I roll my eyes again but then remember something.

"You have a friend that works at the public pool, right?" he nods at my question. "Help me plan my date tomorrow, put your nosy ass into something useful." I tell him. He chuckles at me and gives me his conformation.

"Crrrraaaiiiigggggg~" I hear then feel a pair of tiny arms wrap around my waist. I look at the tousle of blonde hair and pat it gently. His face snuggles into my chest and makes a satisfied hum. I release his hold on my waist, holding his tiny hands in mine. He looks up at me and tilts his head slightly to the side. I slip my hands to his waist with a grin taking over my features. My hands find their way to his ass, he squeaks at the sudden contact. So, when I pick him up, he screams while his limbs cling to me.

I laugh at his reaction and walk to the passenger seat of my car. "I need to get you home. I have big plans for you tomorrow." I tell him while opening the door. I lean down to put him in his seat but he does not release his arms from my neck.

"You do?" he asks me only a few inches away from my face. I can smell the alcohol and heat of his breath. Stop that Tweek, are you trying to kill me?

"Yeah. Let's get you home so you can sleep." He gives me a goofy smile and hums. I untangle his arms and buckle him in. I shut the door, punch Clyde, and I make myself comfortable in my driver's seat. I rip the aux cord out to get rid of Britney's voice. No protest was heard so I figure Clyde knocked out the moment he entered the car.

One short and peaceful car drive later, we end up at Tweek's apartment building. I park my car and look over at the sleeping Tweek. I chuckle to myself and make my way over to the other side of the car. I end up carrying him, bridal style, to his apartment. I take his shoes off in search of his keys, which I find. I knew he wouldn't put them in his pocket, he would be freaking out all night and constantly be checking if he lost them.

I end up maneuvering through his home to get to his bedroom. When I make it there, I removed Kenny's sweater before laying the petite blonde on his bed. His hands latched onto my sweater and that almost threw me over the edge. I don't know why, but it made my heart soar. I brush his bangs away from his forehead to get a better view of the peaceful expression. I detach his hands and bring the comforter to his chin, my jacket still wrapped around him.

I lock up before I leave and make my way back to the car. The moment I hit my seat I see a brunette in the passenger's side with a cheeky smile. "You broke the rule, didn't you?" I glare at him till my attention is brought to Token's arms wrapped around each head rest.

"No. I put him to sleep." I tell them both as I start the car.

"He has a crush on you, and you feel the same." What was that?

"He likes me?" I ask Clyde. He nods with a smile plastered on his face.

I walk out of my room in my boxers to Token sitting on the couch drinking coffee. He looks over to me and motions his cup towards my loins. "Nice morning wood dude. Tweek is a lucky guy." He says before taking a sip of his coffee.

I flip him off and make my way to the fridge. I grab the gallon of orange juice and make my way over to Token. I take a drink from the container and I see Token grimace at my action. I don't fucking care though so I take another drink. "Did you call that guy for me?" I ask him while I take another drink from the carton.

"He told me for us to meet up with him in like 20 minutes." He tells me with a neutral face.

I choke on the juice that was making its way down my throat. I have a coughing fit and that shit-head just stares at me. "Why the fuck didn't you wake me up!?" I say loudly, other known as yell, at him. He chuckles. Fucking chuckles. Token, you are very close to making my shit-list.

"Stop thinking something negative about me and get ready." he commands. Fuck, fine. I jump up from the couch and make my way to my room. I throw on the same hoodie from last night, it has the light smell of coffee, weed, and whatever I smell like. I pull on some basketball shorts and throw on a blue Chullo hat that reminds me of the one I wore as a child.

I hear Token's keys rattle impatiently, a warning that if I do not go now, my time window will close. I don't know how, but when people try to help me they still end up pissing me off. Sadly, I am Token's bitch at the moment.

"I'm coming, mom. Calm the fuck down." I tell him while we both exit the door to our apartment. We make our way to Tokens car, which is, by the way, a waste of fucking money. Granted yes, his parents bought him the fucking GT-R, but it is a waste of a god damn car. Token drives like an old lady, an old lady who sees a 30-mile speed limit sign and thinks it says 3. I might be overreacting because he doesn't let me drive it, some friend he is. Then again, he can suck it when I get my 1980 C3 Corvette. It is so close to the car Red Racer drives and it is a fucking classic.

"Stop thinking about Red Racer and get in the damn car. We have 10 minutes to get there." Token tells me over the hood of his car. His face looks like mine every day, annoyed and done. I flip him the bird, make my way into my seat, and grab my phone. I just realized that Tweek texted me back.

Tweek Tucker 11:19 AM: Sorry!

Tweek Tucker 11:30 AM: You left your jacket here last night

Me 11:35 AM: Did it keep you warm?

Tweek Tucker 11:37 AM: Yes. It is like a blanket. What time am I coming over?

Me 10:38 AM: I'll pick you up around 8.

"We're here." Token announces as he parks. I put my phone into my pocket and get out of the car. We approach the automatic doors that lead to the front lobby. A guy with very curly brown hair with a red polo on is working at the front desk, looking bored out of his mind. We make our way to his location and he perks up when he sees its Token who is bothering him.

"Hey man. This is Craig." Token tells the guy who is going to help me put my plan into motion. I clear my throat and look him dead in his eyes.

"I need the keys the pool tonight after hours, think you can do that for me?" the kid nods and I feel the ends of my mouth twitch. Perfect.