Chapter 36: Description of an unexpected confession

When the two boys woke up the next morning, they discovered that they had no school, the storm had clogged up the streets and really, South Park didn't care much for education.

They were sent to Craig's bedroom by Craig's sister's demand for television, "Fuck off Craig! I need TV more than you."

Craig fought this off with, "That doesn't make sense, is there scientific evidence to support this?" but to no avail. This caused a brief flipping off war that was interrupted by Tweek grabbing Craig's middle finger and hauling him up the stairs with it.

When they got into Craig's room, Tweek continued to hold onto the boy until he said, "That's pretty cute."

Tweek didn't like being called 'cute'.

Craig's mother had called Tweek cute when she first saw him and it made Tweek have a silent fit that only one person, Craig, could detect. When asked, Tweek had explained that he didn't like it because people either referred to him as 'cute' or 'insane' and he wanted more than two words to be in his self-description.

"Hey Tweek?"

"N-Not, 'So…Tweek'?"

"Nah, I'm mixing it up. I was just wondering do you want more words to describe you?"

Tweek tilted his head and frowned, "You're g-gonna describe me? I'm not sure that, that's going to be good for my s-self-esteem."

"Well, I think you wrong, my good Tweekers!"

Tweek's face became: part disgusted, part creeped out and part intrigued. "Ngh, th-there's something wrong with y-you."

"Agh!" Craig put his hand on his heart, "My…my, self-esteem." He bent over and collapsed onto the floor.

At the bad acting before him, Tweek rolled his eyes. "S-So," he said, deciding to restart the previous conversation topic, "describe me!"

Craig threw his arms into the air, "Awesomely Crazy?"

"Is that a good thing?"

Craig leaped towards Tweek, "Hell yeah! What about, Simply entertaining?"

"What?"

Craig dodged as Tweek tried to grab him and he jumped to the other end of the room, "Or incredibly unique?"

"Dude?"

Craig stroked an imaginary beard, "Funnily Tweekish? Unusually incredible?"

"Tweekish?"

Once again throwing his arms to the heavens, Craig suggested, "Coffee master? Oddly brilliant?"

"I like the first one…"

Craig stepped forwards, "How 'bout...perfectly cute?"

"What?"

Another step, "Amazingly bright."

"Craig?"

Craig stopped at Tweek and knelt down before him, looking into his eyes, "A beautiful coffee bean…or two."

"Huh?"

"I kinda have a crush on you Tweekers."

Tweek smiled, fairly knowingly, "Really?"

"Yep." This was not according to plan.

"Me too…"

"You're not as modest as I thought then."

Tweek hit Craig's arm, "Shut up! I like YOU too fuckface!"

"Doesn't sound like you like me…"

Tweek leaned his forehead on Craig's, "I do."

Both boys smiled, "Me too."

At Craig's smirk Tweek made sure to hit him on the arm once more before pulling him in for a hug.