Vine - When you go over someone's house and they act like their dog isn't a wold beast, JAY VERSACE

Requested by: potato pants (Guest)

Tweek shuffled nervously down the street, heading towards Stan's house. The boy had invited a bunch of the guys in their class over to watch the new episode of Terrance & Phillip, and while Tweek appreciated the invitation, he hadn't wanted to go. The blonde was scared of may things, and one of those things happened to be dogs. Which Stan had. It didn't matter that Sparky was a gay dog, he was just as capable of destruction as Tweek was.

The thought terrified him. Dogs were descended from wolves, they were literally made to kill things! He was a thing!

Arriving on the porch, he took a deep breath, then raised his hand to knock. A tap on his shoulder made him jump and whip around, discovering Craig and his friends were behind him. Token, Jimmy, and Clyde waved and said cheerful 'hello's while Craig smiled at him.

"Hey," he greeted. "I didn't think you were going to come today. I would have stopped by to walk with you if you'd told me."

"Geh, it's fine, Craig. I didn't want to come, dad told me I needed to get out of the house and try to enjoy life," Tweek explained. "He only knew this was happening because Stan's mom called mine and told her."

"W-W-Well, I'm s-su-s-sure everything will be f-fantastic," Jimmy said, trying to be comforting.

"Yeah, Stan is good about having casual hangouts," Token agreed. "I'm sure this will be fun."

Unconvinced but not wanting to ruin the others' excitement, Tweek nodded, stepping back to allow Craig to knock. The door opened almost instantly, Stan on the other side. He motioned for them to come in, saying, "Whoever is last, shut the door."

The group went to the couch, were Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, and a few others were already seated. Stan reclaimed his spot beside Kyle as the five settled on the floor. Tweek glanced around nervously, shivering. Where was that dog...?

Sharon came in and offered the boys some snacks, which were accepted gratefully. Craig was looking between him and the television, worried about his boyfriend.

"What are you thinking about, honey?" he asked softly.

Tweek flinched and turned to him. "W-Where is Stan's dog? I can't relax without knowing! It could sneak up and kill us all!"

"Sparky isn't going to kill anyone," the boy said calmly. "If he was going to kill, he would have tried already, and Stan would either be dead or have gotten hurt. Stan knows what he's doing when it comes to animals. He isn't going to let Sparky hurt us."

Someone comforted by the matter-of-fact way that Craig spoke, Tweek nodded, settling back against the couch as the show started. Soon enough, his worries drifted away as the boys were sucked into the world of their favorite show, laughing raucously enough to drive Stan's parents out of the house to get away from the noise they made.

Tweek got up during the second commercial break and went into the kitchen, making himself a cup of coffee. It was lucky for him that most of the town understood his need for the dark drink and had welcomed him to make some whenever he was over. As he waited for the machine to brew, he heard the other boys getting rowdy. Once his coffee was ready and, in his mug,, Tweek headed back into the living room.

"Hey, how are you-" He was interrupted by the sudden appearance of his worst nightmare: Sparky. The dog growled lowly at him, and Tweek dropped his mug, breaking it and sending coffee everywhere as he screamed.

"AAAAAAAAHHH! GET YOUR FUCKING DOG, BITCH!" he shrieked at Stan, who was still sitting on the couch casually while the other boys ran around fighting and arguing.

Stan looked over at him, an eyebrow raising. "He doesn't bite," he told him flatly.

"YES, HE DOES! GET-!" Before Tweek could finish, Sparky leapt at him. Screaming as though he was being murdered, Tweek bolted, crashing out of the Marsh house and onto the sidewalk. As soon as he got his feet back under him, he was running, getting as far away from the house as possible.

Craig found him an hour later, shaking on a bench at Stark's Pond. Tweek ignored him, curled up tightly with his arms around his legs. He planned to not acknowledge his boyfriend at all, but Craig had brought presents. He draped a blanket around his shoulders, and offered him a cup of coffee from Tweek Bros.

Giving in slightly, Tweek accepted the cup, taking a few sips. "Thanks," he murmured.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Craig asked gently.

"I told you that he would attack us!" he snapped back, glaring at the other boy in annoyance. "I told you, and you didn't listen! No one did! No one ever does! I'm sick of it, Craig! I just wanted you to be safe, but nooooo! You just couldn't believe me! You had to be logical!"

Craig let him rant, listening and accepting his anger. When Tweek went quiet, he spoke. "You're right, I should have listened to you. I'm sorry, honey." His voice was sincere, truly feeling bad that Tweek had been scared enough to run away.

"I promise I'll listen to you from now on, and I'll try to be more vigilant when we can't get out of situations like that," he continued. "Sorry it took me so long to find you. I went to your house first and was looking around town for you, then I had to stop to get the coffee and blanket."

"Well... I guess I can forgive you this time. You did admit I was right, after all," Tweek relented, his heart warming at all the trouble Craig went through just for him. He liked it, he had to admit. It was nice to feel important and like someone cared.

The boy smiled and took his hand, pulling him down from the bench gently before leading the way back to the Tucker house. They usually would go up to the other's room and watch television until Tweek felt better and play games.

Though he could made dumb decisions sometimes, Craig definitely did care. Tweek would always appreciate that.

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