BD10

Blah I cannot believe for the life of me that people like this story. You all rock like so much it blows my mind through the roof and serves it blueberry sundaes.

Oh well, here's another chapter.

(WARNING!: Minor language and short chapter-ness 8| gah)

"How could you do this to me?

Look at what I made for you.

It was never enough

and the world is what I gave to you."

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No hesitation and with no questions asked, Craig responded to Tweek's request with what he wanted.

A simple kiss: no more, no less. That's all he asked for and that's all he was going to get.

Tweek tried hard to pay attention to how the kiss felt. The minute their two lips touched he felt comfort and familiarity, the gentle memorable scent of cigarettes and laundry softener tingling in his nose that was already numb from the cold. Craig still tasted the same and that was nice, he never would taste like anything but the same. His rough hand held his face and it felt even nicer, just everything about him was safe. He didn't want more than that kiss itself, just as if it was like it was enough to satisfy him and he appreciated it.

The bell rang, notifying that it was now lunch period but regardless of it they continued the kiss not suggesting breaking it or coming to a stop. The sounds of hollers and voices of students leaving class was heard in the distance but none of them sounded close enough to disturb the subdued quiet surrounding the two boys. Nothing could've interrupted this moment except... well, they needed to breathe at some point. Craig unwillingly pulled his lips off of Tweek's , being gentle and keeping the distance of their faces close enough that they could feel the warmth of the others breath against their cold skin. He stared at the blonde with mellowed out grey meeting his own warm brown, not really sure what he should do next.

"Sure I'll kiss you, Tweek." His face stayed stoic as he said this making the joke even more humorous. Tweek breathed out an uncertain chuckle and backed away slowly as he did so. Craig inhaled sharply, taking the time to finally observe around their surroundings and starting to majorly crave a smoke at the moment.

"I think the bell ringed." Craig spoke again, monotone. Tweek fiddled with his fingers that started reddening from being out in the cold, another breeze gusted by bringing a shiver and a twitch along with it.

"Y-Yeah it did." Craig kicked some dirtied snow.

"So why did you ask me to kiss you?" he was sure to be blunt, beating around the bush never got anyone nowhere. Tweek shivered again from both the cold and the overwhelming anxiety.

"I n-needed to check something."

"What?" he raised an eyebrow and eyed the blonde peculiarly.

"Just –ngh!- something."

"Well, I kind of need to know what you were checking because honestly I don't think you were checking the goddamn temperature by kissing me..." he paused. "Where you?"

"N-No." The twitch pulled at his sleeves, his response making Craig huff out an annoyed puff of air.

"See, if it's not the temperature than what?" the boy he spoke to stayed quiet and continued to stare indolently at the ground. Craig let the silence brew for a while, knowing Tweek was probably trying to figure out whatever he was trying to figure out. He even had his thinking face on; the face where he scrunches his eyebrows and his nose crinkles a bit almost looking like he was constipated. He usually liked the constipated thinking face of Tweek's but right now, despite its cuteness, he wasn't in the mood for waiting for him to think. In spite of what Tweek thoughts where on Craig being able to "read his mind" it was really quite the opposite, trying to figure out what Tweek was thinking about most of the time was like trying to decipher the freaking Da Vinci code. If it weren't for the obvious facial expressions he gave off at times Craig would never be able to figure the spazz out; sometimes it was the little sounds he made that gave hints too. But Tweek was giving him no hints to what he was thinking about, only baring that constipated look on his face. Craig had started grinding his teeth with the frustration and tension building up the longer he let the silence settle. Tweek had enough time to think, didn't he?

But of course just as Craig was about to open his mouth Tweek beats him to it.

"I'm tr-trying to figure something out." The words spilled out of his mouth so fast, it was nearly inaudible. Craig's tongue traced over his teeth, looking for any remnants of nicotine that might've been left behind that managed to escape from being sucked into his lungs. He didn't know what he was getting so got dang nervous about.

"Figure out what?"

More silence. More constipated thinking face. More Da Vinci code deciphering. More teeth tracing.

"I just don't kn-know how to say it." He frowned. "I don't know what I'm looking for in particular but I'll know it when I find it. I just need more..." he paused, looking for the right word. "Uh... evidence? No that doesn't sound right..." he thought some more before sighing and rubbing his head from all the thinking. "I don't know! But do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

Craig blinked.

"No."

"AUGH!" his raised his hands up in the air looking like he was trying to choke clouds but tragically failed. Cloud homicide was illegal in South Park though, so good thing Tweek wasn't very successful at his attempt. That would've been a long six days in jail...

No there was no such thing as cloud homicide, Jesus Christ...

"I'm just kidding, Tweek." Craig spoke. "I get it." He dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his left hand cradling the slim box of cigarettes that so evilly teased him. "But what other evidence do you need?" Tweek finally looked away from the ground and his hands, anything distracting him from looking Craig in the eyes.

"I'll t-tell you but um," he glanced to the side briefly before steadying his line of sight on Craig. "-geh!-you're going to have to do me a fah-favor." The boy gnawed the inside of his cheek as he stared intently at the shivering blonde that stared back, seeming serious and his eyes filled with secrets and confidence. They continued their silent eye duel until Craig gave up with a sigh.

"What'll I have to do?" Tweek's red lips curled up into a proud smile.

"Don't worry it'll be easy."

"It better be."

Now that he had his "evidence", he compared them, and came up with the final results. He could now answer the big question that ate him up inside like flesh eating parasites. Who would it be?

Kenny or Craig?

And he chose the solution he thought was best. God he hoped it was the best; he never was good at making big decisions.

He chose neither.

That was a good choice right? It always worked for the people in books and movies when they were caught up in an intense love triangle situation! Tweek wasn't up for the pressure that relationships had so why not just NOT be in any, for a while! It was the most logical explanation he could come up with since he wanted both Craig and Kenny. Their kisses both held different taste and sensations but the meanings they had in his life where the same. He couldn't live without either one and sometimes you just have to take one for the team. That was the right metaphor for this whole thing, right? RIGHT?

And now Kenny stood before him, looking like he was on the edge of tears. Oh sweet Christ what has he done...

"W-...What?"

Tweek bit his lip and suddenly took a false interest to his shoes, looking away from Kenny's face that was just riddled with different emotions.

"I j-just think we –geh!- need a br-break..."

"..."

"I'm sorry."

Kenny locked his hands together behind his neck and took a deep exhale, letting out a laugh that didn't sound exactly sane.

"Your leaving me for that douchebag aren't ya?" he laughed again, letting his arms release from the lock to rest on his sides. Tweek stepped back a few inches and tried not to let his nervousness show, the grin on Kenny's face was really starting to freak him out.

"A-Actually no I'm n-not." So much for trying not to sound nervous...

Kenny moved closer, noticing that Tweek was purposely trying to get away from him. His lips started to gradually melt from the grin he had into a thin scowl with each inch he got closer.

"Then why?" The tree that was standing so sturdy behind Tweek now carried the weight of both of the boys leaning on it. They stood so close to each other that Kenny's voice lowered to a whisper and could still be heard by the shivering blonde underneath him.

"GEH! I j-just n-need time to –ngh!- think, o-o-okay?" he held his arms over his face for protection. "If you re-really do –GAH!- care about me, you'll understand! I just CAN'T deal with the pr-pressure you two are PUTTING on m-m-me, JESUS CHRIST!" Oh no...Oh no, oh no, oh no he was about to have another panic attack. Where's Craig and that coffee! Oh no, this isn't good...Oh god, oh no.

"Pressure?" Kenny's grin was now at full blast. Holy shit he can be creepy. "What the fuck are you talking about, pressure? Craig's bad! He'll just hurt you again! I can't believe you're even considering taking him back!" his voice rose and grew angrier with each word he spoke so brutally. "It's stupid and utterly pathetic!"

Now Tweek wasn't scared anymore, oh ho no no...

Tweek was pissed.

"Did... you just call me stupid and pathetic?" he slowly started lowering his hands away from his face and raised an eyebrow. Kenny was starting to get confusion mixed in with his other emotions, but anger was the primary one still so he remained that way.

"Yeah I did." He sneered, nearing Tweek's face. The blonde's both started curling their fists as the surge of testosterone and adrenaline pumped through their veins. "And what are you going to do about it?"

"You son of a bitch." Tweek snarled but before his fist could meet the jaw of the boy who smiled a smile only homicidal clowns would find not scary in anyway, the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted the heated rage. The two blondes turned their heads in the same direction at the same time both seeing an unamused Craig standing there with a thermos full of coffee. Tweek saw the said thermos and immediately seized it from Craig's hand, forgetting all about how pissed off he was and guzzling down the brown liquid greedily not caring how much it scorched the inside of his throat. Kenny stood still and Craig swore he saw him twitch a little bit, which wasn't totally weird.

Nope not at all.

"You!" Kenny finally broke out of whatever twitchy trance he was in and started to approach Craig, poking his index finger at him accusingly. "You did this!" The blank face of Craig still remained as unaffected like a brand new Mr. Potato Head that had all its parts still in the package.

"You should be thanking me." The look on Kenny's face was priceless.

"THANKING YOU? FOR WHAT!" his voice raised an octave, sounding like someone just kicked him in the balls.

"Dude," he sighed. "I just saved your ass from being kicked. Anymore second had I been gone and you'd be stone cold and passed out, bleeding from every part of your feeble body!" he laughed and jabbed his thumb in the direction of Tweek who was licking the inside of the thermos like no tomorrow. "Have you seriously never seen Tweek pissed off?"

Kenny's face felt like it fell from the Eiffel Tower and committed suicide, splattering every inch of France and every frog-eating person in it with imaginary face goo blood.

"I...d-don't think I have in fact." The stoic boy rolled his eyes, shaking his head in shame for the poor blonde boy in front of him.

"Good." His eyes seemed to darken in color. "I don't think you'd be able to handle it." Kenny felt a shiver crawl up his spine by the way Craig said that. He made Tweek seem like this kind of monster! The blonde hovered his cauliflower blue eyes off of Craig's impassive exterior over to the crazy caffeine loaded kid that had given up finally on trying to fish out anymore last drops of coffee from the thermos. He had returned to his shaking and shivering old self, his blonde eyebrows furrowed as he peered an eye into the empty thermos making certain that there wasn't any more of the brown liquid that he depended his life on. His lower lip pouted cutely as he had come to the sad conclusion that there wasn't anymore. Kenny cocked his head to the side feeling utterly confused. How could a sweet boy like this cause any harm to others? Just the thought seemed so preposterous to even process.

"It's true whether you believe it or not." Kenny looked away from the crestfallen Tweek and back at Craig, who he noticed was the one talking. Did Craig just read his mind?

"Egh! What's tr-true?" Tweek had now come back to earth and was out of coffee bliss heaven. Craig patted his back making Tweek yelp.

"Nothing, Tweeks." Kenny was still confused but more than one thing. So many things were going through his head that he felt like screaming.

"Okay let me get something straight!" he rubbed his head, the feeling of a massive migraine already settling in the walls of his head. "You're not going to be dating either one of us?"

Tweek licked his lips, looking for more traces of coffee on them.

"E-Exactly."

"Then why is Craig getting coffee for you and shit?"

"'Cuz he's a k-kiss ass."

"Whatever." Craig flipped Tweek off, grimacing. Kenny rubbed his chin and started thinking despite his headache.

"But why?" Tweek licked his chops again.

"It's seriously for the best for both of ya'll." He started backing away from the two of them, thermos still intact in his hands. "You two need to go on with your lives and forget all about m-me! Pretend I never existed! Gah, OKAY?" he took another deep step back, but Kenny just took a step forward.

"Don't say stuff like that!" Kenny choked while Craig just stood where he was, watching Tweek back away with a frown starting to pull at his lips. "You can't just leave from my life just like that! It's not that easy!"

"JUST –GAH!- LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!" he screamed before running off into the school as fast as he could. Kenny was just about to run after him until a firm hand placed itself on his shoulder, pulling him back.

"Don't."

The blonde turned his head with his eyes starting to look jam-packed with worry and hurt.

"Why the fuck not! You heard him! He doesn't know what they fuck his talking about!" his eyes stinged with beckoning tears and his hands curled into white-knuckled fist. Craig stared back at the disheartened teen with a heavy feeling starting to weigh in his heart.

"He does. Believe me he does." Kenny was about to open his mouth to argue but Craig silenced him. "I know him better than you do. He knows what he's doing." The blonde scowled, but he knew what Craig was saying was true. The guy did know him better than he did himself and he couldn't disagree about that.

"But what do we do? We just can't do what he asks and forget he ever existed!" he scratched his head. Craig stared at him because staring apparently is what Craig does best. His eyes darkened even more, making his grey eyes look like a brewing hurricane.

"We do what we need to do." Kenny stared back, his usual cauliflower blue eyes darkened as well, looking like the deep blue depths of the sea and he nodded firmly.

"So this is what it's ended up too huh?" he smirked and Craig's scowl tightened. "You know, I won't go down without a fight."

"Me neither."

"So this means war than?"

"Yup."

Kenny laughed and extended a hand out.

"So we agree then. May the best man win?" A smirk now crept up on Craig's face, as he extended his hand and clasped Kenny's hand, shaking it firmly.

"Oh I intend to win."

"In your dreams, Tucker." The two guys shook on it, swearing their hate and rivalry with finality, swearing by their obsession and their pure insanity on a war that most likely will be memorable.

A war they both planned to win.

Fun Fact: Did you know there is a singer that goes by the name "Chingy"?

*stifles a laugh*

Ahhhh, I still can't believe that therapist pissed on Butters while he was sleeping lol

Plus, I don't think Kenny every really did see Tweek pissed...he was kind of too busy dying in a box of rusted nails to see the fight between Tweek and Craig in that episode.

Hooray for canon~

R&R :D

(So far it's two votes for Creek and two votes for Twenny since chapter nine. The votes are still up so leave your reviews on which one you want! And yes, if one or the other does end up winning I'll make a short alternate ending chapter for the other, just for A13 because he or she is one hell of an awesome reviewer! :D But still the main one that wins will get the official ending and a more thought out chapter, okay? That's fair right?)