Obviously Oblivious

Creek

A/N: Apologies for the last chapter, my friend said he 'took pity on my reviewers now that I have been spending all my time with my boyfriend'.

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"I'm sorry man," Butter's said tenderly, patting the other on the shoulder. "Don't give up yet!"

"Ch-ch-chin up!" Jimmy said positively. "There's pl—plenty more fi-fi-fish in the s-s-sea!"

"It's what some people call karma," Wendy scolded. "You had it coming!"

"Dude," Kevin looked slightly nervous. "Is it true? Are you gay for Tweek?"

"No!" Craig snapped, something finally popping in his mind. He glared at the frightened Kevin. "Come on! Are you all really going to believe what Cartman tells you?!"

Kevin rubbed the back of his neck nervously, shrugging. "I guess the fact Tweek does have a date with the Goth Kid doesn't help your cause."

Craig fumed silently, turning away from the boy and storming off down the halls. He had a mission; to find that large tub of lard and rip out his fucking heart. However, before he could get there, he stormed right into a rather large black haired girl, her black dress clinching her waist and her black and purple hair pulled into two ponytails.

"Hey, you're Craig, right?" she asked with a monotone voice, raising a fine eyebrow. Craig glared fiercely. "I was just coming to see you."

"Get out my way, bitch."

She sneered. "Oh please. You think I was coming to pity you like everyone else?" she pushed her hair behind her ear with finely painted nails. "I'm here to propose a union. To ruin the date your little boyfriend somehow landed."

"He's not-!"

"Whatever," she looked down at him. "Do I have a partner or not?"

Craig looked at her smug expression, her nose held high, looking down at him despite his height advantage. He visibly cringed as he took in her sparkly black dress that hugged her in the wrong places, long black gloves attached to an outstretched hand. He took the hand in his and shook in.

"Henrietta."

Craig nodded absentmindedly.

"Shall we continue this outside?" the girl suggested, holding up a lighter. Craig sucked in a breath and nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat as she turned and stalked to the closest exit. He followed.

They were standing where the Goth Kid's usually lingered, seeing a smaller kid standing there. She tilted her head, dark hair slipping over dark skin, purple lips curling round a cigarette, hands stuffed into dark baggy pants.

"Move it, Tabby," Henrietta ordered. "We need to talk!"

The smaller girl rolled her eyes, plucking the cigarette out her mouth and dropping it on the floor, stomping on it with her rock boots. "Jesus, Hen. When did you get a pole up your ass?"

Henrietta took out a cigarette, offering one to Craig, who shook his head and got out his own. Last thing he wanted was to smell of menthol cigarettes. Like he'd live that one down. He did borrow her lighter though.

"So, they're leaving in Mark's car-"

"Mark?" Craig raised a brow.

Henrietta glared. "Yes. I'm going to borrow my mother's car and we'll follow them and make sure to sabotage their date."

Craig nodded, pausing to inhale some smoke before asking his question. "Why do you care?"

The girl glared again. "Why do you?"

Frowning, the boy turned away. "I don't."

She narrowed her eyes slightly. They smoked in silence for a while before Henrietta spoke again. "I know you don't like us. And you don't want your little boyfriend hanging out with Mark," the girl's face smoothed slightly. "But I don't like it either."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"You don't think I see you two make-out as your cigarette burns away in your hand during lunch?" she scoffed. "Yeah right, as if you two aren't anything else. I see the look you get in your eyes when you look at him. You go all mushy," she smirked. "Craig Tucker; reduced to mush for a boy."

"What about you, Henrietta. Gotten a heart or something?" he raised a brow. "Since when did you care?"

She huffed. "Whatever, Tucker. I'll see you in my mum's car after school. You know which one it is."

Stomping on the cigarette with her rocker boots, she stalked off, leaving Craig to wallow in his own thoughts. Taking a heavy drag on his cigarette, he basked in the feeling of the smoke hitting against his throat as it travelled through to his lungs.

"I don't care," he muttered to himself. "I don't."

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"Hey!" Tweek said brightly with a nervous smile, tugging on his shirt. "You're here," he noted.

Mark chuckled softly, flicking his red fringe to the side and opening the passenger seat of his jet black car. It had red thunderbolts on the side and a golden cross decorating the bonnet. Tweek wriggled into the red leather as he waited for Mark to get in the other side, fastening his seat belt and starting the car.

"You didn't miss my car then," Mark joked.

Tweek flushed slightly. "N-no. It's very nice, different. Where did-ngh-you get it?"

"My uncle's a mechanic," Mark explained, pulling out the parking lot. "He helped me with it. I love nothing more than my Keira," he patted the dashboard. The blond next to him smiled softly, hands curling round the flask. They drove in silence for a while, listening to the soft, repetitive music coming round the speakers.

Craig glared fiercely at the slick car in front of them. Henrietta seemed used to it by now, the same music blaring from their speakers.

"Stupid ass Goth Car," Craig muttered quietly.

The girl rolled her eyes, used to this as well. "Stealing your boyfriend."

Craig turned his glare to her for a split second before back to the car they were following.

Mark turned off the engine and jogged round to Tweek's side as the blond got out the car, shutting the door for him. He wrapped an arm around Tweek's shoulder protectively, and the blond flustered brightly, finding himself melt into the gap. His shoulder bumped against Mark's armpit, and he had to force himself to fit into the small gap. Mark didn't seem to notice this slight uncomfort.

"What do you want to do then," Mark asked, looking up at the shopping mall. "Movie? Dinner?"

"It's a-a bit early for food," Tweek muttered. "How about a movie?"

Mark nodded silently, leading the blond to the cinema.

"How do we follow them into the cinema?" Craig asked his companion, who simply smirked.

"You'll never guess who just got a job here, and it's your job to get them to find out what movie we're watching.

Craig's eyes narrowed. "Who?"

"How about How To Tame Your Dragon?" Mark suggested. "You like cute movies, right?"

Tweek nodded happily. "Yeah, but-but not in 3D!"

The two walked up to the counter to see a distant face staring at them, monotone voice asking if they needed help. Her mousy brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, the layers framing her face. Giving the two their movie tickets, she continued for a while before seeing another familiar face. She smiled slightly.

"Hey, Kait," Craig raised a brow. "I didn't know you worked here."

"It's how I met Bebe," she said indifferently. "She works here now too."

Craig raised his brows in realisation. "I see, could you tell me what movie Tweek went to see?"

She yawned. "I think it was a kid's movie, Bebe's on ticket checking, go ask her," she saw Craig's nervous look. "Though, she is scary," the girl pressed a few buttons at the till. "Here, How To Tame Your Dragon, you can get into the other screens with the ticket, just don't let anyone catch you."

"I owe you one, Kait."

"No problem," she shrugged. "Next."

They walked away, Henrietta impressed. Upon reaching Bebe who was standing in front of the room with the different movie theatres, they paused at the suspicious look they got. She glanced at their tickets, ripping them, and giving them back. "You're watching the same movie as Tweek?"

Craig raised a brow, wrapping an arm around Henrietta's waist. "Tweek's here?"

"I don't know what you're up to Tucker, but..." Bebe paused, looking over at her girlfriend before back at Craig. "If you need any help, tell me."

He let go of the Goth, who excused herself for the bathroom. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," she smiled slightly. "As cute as Tweek looks hanging on that Emo Kid's arm, I like the fuckers about as much as you do."

Craig nodded thankfully and flipped her off as he moved towards the bathroom, waiting for the Goth Girl. She emerged soon, allowing him to lead the way to their screen. The door lead into the front of the seats, Craig slouching in one of the front chairs, getting ready for a terrible movie. Henrietta sat next to him, glancing around the room with a fierce glare, mumbling something about Mark's tastes being lowered. Nearer the middle back, two boys sat, one looking forward to the movie, and one looking forward to it being over.

Eventually, Craig excused himself for the bathroom, getting there and splashing water on his face. His stormy grey eyes stared intently at his reflection as he gripped the sink tightly. What was he doing, following Tweek around on his date with some obsessive girl? He sighed and rubbed his face with his left hand, muttering curses to himself.

"Cr-Criag?!"

The dark haired boy spun round, staring blankly at the blond at the door. The two simply stood there for what seemed like forever, Craig looking like a child caught doing something he shouldn't, and Tweek looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Eventually however, Craig smiled nervously, looking slightly frightened. "Hey, Tweekers..."

"What –ngh- the fuck do you think you're do-doing?!" Tweek accused, the voice of the other male seeming to break him out of his surprise, into anger.

Craig rubbed his neck nervously. "Uh, hanging out?"

"In the-the toilets at-at the cinema?" Tweek questioned.

"It was all Henrietta's idea!" Craig defended, holding up his hands in defence. "She didn't like the idea of that kid dating you, and convinced me to come with her because I don't like the idea either, and then you decided to see that movie, and I got confused and Bebe told me that she didn't like the idea or something and everyone at school thinks I like you and," he paused, breathing heavily. Tweek was staring at him in wonder, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. "I'm here."

"Why does it-pressure-bother you so much?" Tweek asked softly, stepping further into the bathroom. Craig started to fluster as images of himself and Tweek kissing, holding hands and walking home came to mind, emotions flooding his warm heart. He looked down at the floor, frowning at his shoes and flipping them off. "Cr-Craig?"

"I don't know," the other muttered. "It's weird to see you with him-" he sighed. "It makes me feel weird to see you with him."

"I don't-I don't understand why, Cr-Craig," Tweek pressed, moving closer. "I thought you'd-ngh-be happy that we won't get-get called-!"

Craig tensed as Tweek was speaking, eyes shutting tightly and fists curling. Tweek's eyes widened as Craig's lips crashed down on his own desperately, hands grabbing his arms with bone-crushing force, pulling him in. Tweek relaxed after a moment and leant into the kiss, just as it broke off. Craig turned back to the mirror, glaring fiercely at the sink.

"Cr-Craig...?" the smaller boy started nervously, stepping forward. "Are you-?"

"I think I like you!"

Tweek's cheeks coloured ten different shades of red before settling on the brightest, pausing his every movement. Craig didn't dare look at him, still staring at the sink and grinding his teeth. A door opened, and a middle-aged man walked in, striding to the stalls. Craig's face heated up as another man came out of the stalls, rushing for the door. Tweek started to fidget, suddenly incredibly uncomfortable.

"I-I should," he trailed off, jerking his thumb in the direction of the door. Craig nodded wordlessly. Tweek bit his lip hard. "See you-ngh-see you tomorrow or-or something."

"Yeah."

Tweek left, heading back to his date. He couldn't concentrate through the rest of the movie, too busy wrapped up in his own thoughts of what Craig had said. Every time he thought about it his heart would pound in his head. He managed to act normal enough for Mark to get him home, telling the boy he was very tired. Henrietta asked Craig why he never went back into the movie theatre, seeing him outside of her car, but he simply flustered and muttered something she couldn't make out. Bebe motioned to Kait later on, asking her if she thought anything had happened as she'd seen Tweek follow Craig to the bathroom, and Kait shrugged, noting that Craig didn't go back into the cinema.

But the next morning was the most awkward. Craig was standing outside Tweek's house, not even knocking on the door or on the doorstep, but on the pavement outside the house. Tweek eventually emerged, figuring the other wasn't coming for him. When he opened the door and saw Craig standing there, blush adoring his face and grey eyes looking everywhere but him, he silently walked up next to Craig, following the boy to the bus stop a few steps behind.

They didn't speak at the bus stop, and Tweek went through his usual conversation with Kenny; however when Stan tried to talk to Craig, the boy simply flipped him off. On the bus they sat next to each other, however Craig was busy staring out the window mindlessly as Tweek watched him from the corner of his eyes. As soon as they stepped into the school, Token and Clyde chatting away happily at their usual meeting spot, the two knew something was wrong. There was enough room for Cartman to fit between them with ease.

"How'd the date go?" Token asked his best friend as Clyde's questioning stare burnt a hole in Craig's forehead. Tweek smiled nervously and nodded happily, explaining that the movie was good.

Clyde smirked. "That's all, the movie was good? Did you score?"

"Clyde!" Tweek squeaked, glancing at the boy next to him, who simply looked away in mild discomfort. "No!"

"How boring!"

The four headed to class, Clyde bothering Tweek about his date, and telling him the details of his own date with Red on Sunday. Token seemed content next to the quiet Craig, who was still looking incredibly uncomfortable and confused. As soon as the four entered the room, Clyde melted at the sight of Red sitting in their usual spots, staring out the window. She glanced over as she walked in and flashed an adorable smile. He almost ran over to her, Craig following with Tweek and Token in tow.

No one mentioned anything about Tweek and Craig, due to Bebe's hand of silence, a simple shake of her head. Craig ditched math to get some air, heading behind the school, lighting a cigarette up.

"Ah, Cr-Craig?"

He turned, face heating up as he saw Tweek standing there, embarrassed and flustered, looking so small.

"Can I-can I talk -ngh-to you?"

"Sure," Craig muttered, lighting up his cigarette, leaning against the wall. Tweek followed suit, biting his lip again.

The two attempted to relax in silence, until Tweek seemed to cave. "I-I was thinking about what-what you said."

Craig was silent.

"Do you," Tweek swallowed a lump in his throat. "Do you want to see Iron Man with me this weekend?" Tweek said slowly and smoothly. Craig looked at him in shock, seeing coffee brown eyes staring at him, honey specks glinting slightly.

"Uh..." Craig stared dumbly. "Sure?"

"Without the-the others. Just the two of us."

Craig nodded awkwardly. Tweek glared slightly.

"And you're paying!"

"Right."

Tweek calmed slightly, stepping off the wall. Craig automatically did the same, turning to the boy. Stepping on his toes, he pressed his lips against Craig's lightly, flushing at the action, now that there was actual emotion involved, and walked off to his math class.

Craig watched the boy go, heart thumping, feeling oddly happy.

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Kivea: Apologise for lack of updates. I feel like shit recently.

Recently being like, the past year though, so it's not really an excuse.

Later duudes ~

Ja ne ~

Kivea

PREVIEW

"You have to look nice!"

"It's only Tweek."

"He has other options apart from you! You have to impress him!"

"And just please, try not to be an asshole."