i don't own south park or the characters

Craig shifted around to face towards me, and he rested his elbow on his knee and his chin on his hand. It looked like it would be an uncomfortable position for most people, but he was lanky.

"So I'm interesting?" He asked me.

I nodded and tried to recreate the pose he was in, but my efforts were futile and I somehow managed to slip a little.

And while I was slipping, I realized that I was going to fall.

And when I realized I was going to fall, I scrambled up.

And while I was trying to scramble up, Craig grabbed onto my hand.

And I realized that I wasn't falling anymore.

He held tightly while I got my bearings, and even though the fall wouldn't have been much (5 feet maybe?) I was still terrified.

Breathing panicked, I looked towards Craig for some source of comfort, knowing that I wasn't alone and I wasn't going to be injured and that I was okay and that I exist and that someone else does too. I looked towards him for comfort and I saw that he was looking quite panicked too.

And while I was wondering why he looked panicked, I realized he was still holding my hand.

And then he slipped his hand away, and looked at me.

His face was just the same as it had been every time I looked at him before, except there was actually color in his face. It wasn't like he was blushing wildly, but he wasn't pale and sickly looking. And I had this odd compelling feeling to reach for his hand again, but I realized that might not be the best idea.

"Are you okay, Tweek?" Craig said. He didn't sound particularly worried, but something was there.

"I'm okay. Are you okay?" I said. He looked vaguely shocked for a moment, but then went back to looking like he hadn't a single care in the world.

"I'm fine." And he smiled.

I smiled. And I looked around, and the sun was setting.

And so, we sat there. And we talked. We talked about books, and things we liked, and things we didn't. We talked about life and we talked about death. Thing that were really great, and things that were particularly terrible. And we didn't stop talking. There wasn't a reason. There was no awkward pauses, or uncomfortable silences. We talked like we knew exactly what the other person was thinking. And it was okay.

It was great.

The sun had set completely, and the sky was shining in a different way. The stars sprinkled across like they were supposed to. The moon gave that familiar glow to everything. The snow stopped looking sad and muddy, and started looking beautiful and nostalgic.

Craig had the glow on him, too. I noticed his hair, and how it would be just a little bit past his ears, but the light curl it had made it just half past. And it was dark. Like the night sky. And the contrast between it and his pale blue hat.

And his eyes were dark blue, like swimming deep into the ocean.

And when he smiled, his thin lips curled up just a little bit, but not too much.

And when he frowned, his eyes looked reminiscent of the sadness too.

And his soul was glowing through him. It might not make sense but I think you'd understand if you saw someone like Craig.

I hope you do.

I wondered what I looked like. Did he notice these details too, to look back on later?

"I have to go." His words cut through my thoughts, and I looked at him again. His face was illuminated by the glow of his phone.

"Sure. Me too." I said. And he clicked his phone off, looked towards me, and jumped off the playset.

And I was slightly panicked for a second, remembering earlier.

But I felt a hand slip into mine.

And I hopped down, and I was okay.

"Bye, Craig."

I felt the hand slip away.

"Bye, Tweek."

I felt a twinge of sadness, I never did like goodbyes. They felt too final.

"Seeya."

And I felt okay, because 'see you' meant that I would see him again.

And I went home.

And I fell asleep, thinking over the night. And Craig's eyes. And his smile. And his laugh, and the way his hands felt when they slipped into mine.

It was nice.