Back to Craig's POV, I only changed it in the last chapter because I wanted to show Tweek's reaction.

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Sleep

Tweek drifted to sleep, his fist curled tightly around the fabric of my t-shirt and his legs tangled up with mine. He's so cute when he's sleeping, his eyes flutter slightly with dreams, and once in a while a soft smile will spread across his face or a frown. He was so interesting to watch that I couldn't sleep. I wanted to stay awake forever with him in my arms, watching him dream and keeping the nightmares away. My heart swelled up as I hear him mumble something in his sleep. "Craig…love…Craig," he murmurs, snuggling into the crook of my neck.

I heard footsteps coming down the hall, and worried mumbling. They must have heard me sneak in, or maybe they heard Tweek crying. "Shit," I whisper harshly under my breath. I die a little inside why I pull away from Tweek, leaving him whimpering in his sleep. Quickly and quietly, I slide into his closet and hide behind some clothes. Curiosity gets the better of me and I peek out slightly. Tweek's mother walks in, looking at her son with eyes full of concern.

"Tweek, honey," she says and shakes him awake. Stupid bitch, her son never sleeps and when he finally does she goes and wakes him up? I decide that I don't like Tweek's mom. He bolts upright, gasping for air as if he'd been underwater. He looks around, obviously searching for me. When he doesn't find me I see tears prick his bright green eyes. I want to walk out and hug him, but I have to wait until his mom gets the fuck out. "Are you alright? Did you have a bad dream?" She asks, resting a hand on his frail shoulder.

"Dream…" he repeats to himself, letting the tears overflow from his eyes. I almost burst out of the closet, but I don't think his mother would approve of a sixteen year old boy hiding in her son's closet, waiting to sleep with him. She frowns, using her sleeve to wipe away his tears. I should be the one doing that.

"It's alright son," she whispers, kissing him on the forehead. "Just go back to sleep and you'll feel better in the morning." She leaves the room, shutting the door quietly behind her. I wait to hear her door close, but before I do I hear something else.

"I can't…I c-can't believe it was a d-dream," Tweek whispers before sobbing harshly. My heart snaps in two and I rush out of the closet, hugging him tightly.

"It wasn't a dream, I'm right here Tweek," I tell him, stroking his crazy blonde locks. He shudders and looks up at me, tears still streaming from his eyes.

"You're really real?" he asks, clawing slightly and my arms. A smile cracks my faces and I lean down to press kisses all over his face. He smells like sweet coffee.

"I'm real Tweek, I'm real," I tell him, lying back down with him in the bed. He seems to be very tired, and his eyes shut. I think he's asleep but then he cracks and eye open and grins at me. I feel my heart melt.

"I love you Craig," he whispers, kissing my chin. I grin wider than I thought possible.

"I love you too Tweek."

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I've known Tweek my whole life, we grew up together, hell, and our parents grew up together. I've known him for fifteen years and nine months (he's three months younger than me). I've known Tweek as long as I could know. It only took three and a half seconds for me to fall in love with him. Every second of that night I spent with him tangled up against me, my love grew stronger and stronger. By morning I felt like my heart was about to burst.

I love everything about him. I love the way when he woke up he smiled at me and gave me a kiss before going to the bathroom. I love the way he tried to button up his green shirt but gave up and gave me a helpless look. I love the way he thanked me with a kiss when I buttoned the shirt form him. I love the way he twitched when I held him too tight. I love the way that his hair never lied flat, no matter how much he combed it. I love the way that his eyes are so green that I make green my new favorite color.

But I think I just love Tweek.

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Short. ): I'm sick.