Tweek shivered in bed, covers drawn up to his ears. He wasn't cold, oh no – he was scared to death. What if there's a murderer coming to get me? Another child abductor? Gnomes? A hamster? ARGH! I can't sleep…He looked over to see Craig lying in his bed, lightly sighing in his peaceful state. Tweek couldn't help but smile, if you could call an awkward, uncontrollable twitch of the mouth a smile. He began to wonder why he was so restless at night. I need another coffee… he thought. He walked over to a coffee pot conveniently stored across from his bed and started it up. Just tasting the liquid seemed to soothe him, holding the hot cup in his hands… but when the drink was done, he began to panic once more. Regardless, he waited as patiently as he possibly could for the drink to brew. "Come on, come on…" He chanted irritably. Curse this stupid coffee pot… It'd be faster if I just went to a Starbucks or something.

Finally, finally, the coffee was done. Tweek immediately poured it and added enough sugar to suit him at the time. He stirred vigorously, setting the sugar to dissolve properly. He took the first sip of his drink, nostalgia flooding him…

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It was the first day of the rest of Tweek's life. He gazed ahead of him, squeezing Craig's hand for comfort. "I…I'm s-scared, Craig!" he said. Hundreds of other boys were walking towards the school, entering rooms and hallways, and talking to old friends. "Long time no see!" one of them said to his comrade. Tweek jerked his head violently. "Rrgh… It's… it's too much pressure, man! Jesus!"

"Calm down," Craig said, shooting the middle finger at a guy who gave the boyfriends a funny look. The other guy shot it right back. Fury rising, Craig flipped him off again, yelling "Suck my dick, asshole!"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, fag?" This only enraged Craig further and he dashed off, punching the kid in the face and knocking him over. "Bastard…" he muttered, realizing his temper got in the way (just like it had back in South Park), and walked back, taking deep breaths, to Tweek. "Sorry, babe," he whispered, trying to ignore all the confused glances he was getting, all the whispers of "That newbie just beat Joey…"

"It… Its fine, Craig. I don't m-m-m-mind." Tweek smiled at his love, eyes wide with respect and adoration. "Looks like a few p-people already know you…" Craig sighed. "I know," he said, looking around to glare at them all and send most of them scurrying. "What a pain…"

"Craig, is this a good thing? We're not with our families anymore… it's… it's all n-new! What're we going to do? Oh, God, I bet there are people j-just waiting to torture and kill us…! I wanna go home, Craig!"

"Shaddup, Tweek, It'll be fine," Craig said. "C'mon, let's go to our rooms. I'm in room… A-207. You?" Tweek looked down at his paper, and beamed when he read it. "A-207! W-we're in the same room!"

"That was lucky," Craig said. Tweek shrugged. He'd always personally had the feeling that Craig was incredibly lucky, while he was just the opposite: the unluckiest person in the world. Funny how he'd gotten together with Craig. It was the best thing to ever happen to him. But what about Craig? Tweek wondered. Am I burdening him? I'm brining him down… I still have no luck…. But Craig didn't care at all. He just cared about Tweek, not either of their luck.

"Well, come on, Tweeky; let's go settle into our room, 'Kay?" Craig said, running off. Tweek gladly followed, laughing at his boyfriend's excitement. How can he not be nervous? Tweek wondered. He's so amazing…

When they got to their room, Tweek nearly jumped out of his skin. A look of pallid shock adorned him. "Gah!" he screamed, hearing voices coming from inside. "Cr---Craig, there are gn-gnomes in there!"

"Jesus, Tweek," Craig said, rolling his eyes. "Remember when I told you that when we got here, it'd be good for us? No more gnomes? Better for our well-being. This is a good thing, baby," Craig said, winking. He pushed the door open slightly, gesturing for his boyfriend to enter first. He liked to make Tweek out to be the 'woman' in their relationship. Tweek didn't mind; Craig was incredibly forceful. Obviously the right person to be considered a 'seme.'

As they entered, hand in hand, the two other boys stared at them as if they were lepers. "Wh… What the fuck?" one of them said. "We got faggots in our room?"

Craig clenched his fists, ready to strike at any other remark. Tweek wanted to warn them, but before he could, the other boy said, "Look, the little gay kid is angry! Aww, poor wittle boy. Why don't you get your boyfriend to give you a good sex up to make you feel better?"

Craig snapped. "Come here ya little asshole!" he screamed, breaking off from Tweek (in spite of the latter's bold attempts at restraining Craig) and grabbing the boy by the collar. "I'm going to fucking break your neck!" He raised his fists, but Tweek caught him before he could do any real damage. "Craig, cut it out!" Tweek said, struggling to hold on, what with his constant twitching. Craig took deep breaths and his eyes widened. He seemed to personify the thought "What the Hell am I doing?"

"S-sorry, Tweek…" he said, voice straining to calm down. "This guy just… he pissed me off, is all."

"I know. You need to work on your temper," Tweek said, earning a playful laugh from Craig. I bet if anyone else said that, Craig'd punch them out right away. Tweek thought about that for a moment, but then shook his head. "Let's unpack," he said, head jerking to the side violently.

"What's with the blonde kid?" one boy whispered to the other. "He's as jumpy as a rabbit…" Tweek ignored them, gazing at Craig. "I… I need a coffee."

"But you just had one…" Craig said. Tweek's eye twitched. "Nnngh… but Craaaaiiiiig…"

"Fine!" The ill-tempered boy said, running a hand through his ebony hair. It was much warmer here, so Craig didn't wear his hat at all times and instead kept it tied around his neck, almost keeping it like a hood. "I'll get a coffee; you stay here and settle down, got it?"

"Okay," Tweek said, smiling as best he could. He walked over to a chair and sat down, trying to unbutton his coat (Not that all the buttons were done up properly in the first place). As Craig left, the two other boys advanced on Tweek. "Hey, twitchy," One of them said. "What's wrong with you? Scared of being in here with us?" Tweek's eye twitched again. "Rrrghh… N-no," he lied. The boys laughed. "Yeah right. You're just a gay little pussy, aren't you?" One said, throwing the frail blonde off his seat. "GAH!" Tweek screamed as he fell. "L-leave me alone!" The boys ignored him. "Hah, yeah right. What's wrong, twitchy? Such a baby that you can't even button up your jacket properly?"

Tweek didn't respond, but rolled into a little ball to try and protect himself. Craig, where are you now? Hurry up… I need help! Unlucky Tweek was being beaten and teased to death. The boys had started to kick him now. "Kick the baby!" The first one said. "N-NO!" Tweek yelled. "Don't Kick --!"

Too late.

Tweek felt himself uncurl and be pushed across the floor, his face burning from the friction of the rug. "Nnngh… Arggh… S-stop…!" But despite his cries, the boys didn't stop. Twenty minutes later Tweek was beaten up so badly that he could barely tell what was going on. He was sure that his roommates would kill him. He would die… and what would become of Craig?

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" a familiar shout of fury sounded. Tweek felt slight relief coming over him. He opened one of his eyes as far as it would go (about halfway) and saw, towering above him, his boyfriend Craig grabbing the student he had earlier and punching him. "Never – touch – my – boyfriend – AGAIN!" He cried between punches. "Touch – him – and – I'll – kill – you!" He threw his target to the ground and went after the other boy, beating him as well. "You – fucking – bastards!"

When he finished with both of them, he picked Tweek up as gently as possible and cradled him in his arms. "I'm sorry," he said. "Sorry… I couldn't be here to stop them earlier. Forgive me?"

"Of… of course…Tweek strained to say. If he twitched, it wasn't apparent. He carried Tweek to a bed, laid him down gently, and gave him a small kiss. Tweek's pain disappeared for those few seconds he was connected with Craig. "Oh, I almost forgot," he said. He got up, walked over to a table (which had miraculously not been overturned in the brief chaos) and picked something up. "Here. Hope it's not cold."

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Tweek took one last sip of coffee before drifting off into a contented doze.

A/N: Review please? It'll encourage me to write more. –hinthint–