I did what you asked of me
"Craig!" Tweek gasped, walking in to see his friend fast asleep in his Red Racer bed, a large, black bruise coloured around his eye. He didn't dare to look for anymore injuries; he had seen enough, and it broke his heart. He slipped onto Craig's bed, gently shaking him awake.
"W-what h-happened?" Tweek demanded, his eyes filling up with tears. Craig was still stirring, his eyes opening slowly. Craig put a finger to his lips, his third finger, to be precise, and Tweek scowled, but leaned into Craig's embrace as his arms wrapped around him.
"Shut up, and don't you dare leave me." Tweek would never dream of doing such a thing. He thought about who might have done that to Craig, his dad, the guys, he had no idea. It wasn't important, in that moment. All that mattered was Craig was okay, and in his arms, and they were holding each other. If they let go then, they might very well have fallen apart.
"I'll stay with y-you." Tweek muttered into Craig's chest as he looked up, his fingers lightly tracing his cuts and darkened patches of skin. Craig gave him a tiny smile briefly, and Tweek held his own one for longer, his hazel eyes trained on Craig's hurt face.
"Forever."
I looked out for you
Tweek looked across the hallway, turning to see who Craig was glaring at. His eyes narrowed as they met Token's dark ones. It had been a week since Craig and Token had disowned each other, due to a fight Craig never quite explained, and like hell Tweek would go to Token looking for answers, and Token had been nothing but horrible ever since.
Craig didn't show it, but he was hurting. Tweek knew that. His best friend was angry, but also sad. They watched as Token passed out posters, detailing a party to come at his house. Tweek was sickened at the gesture. He had spent so much time and effort planning Craig's birthday party, only for Token, who had thought up the idea, to stab them both right in the back and ensure no one would be going to celebrate Craig's 14th. Tweek wasn't having that.
"You're an f-fucking asshole, T-token!" Tweek cried, marching across the hall and slamming Token into the locker with all the force he could muster up. Token grunted, and raised his fist, but Tweek caught it in his tiny hand and kneed Token in the balls, effectively ending his retaliation. Token groaned and fell to the ground as Craig approached, stoic but shocked.
Tweek smiled at him, then stared back at his old friend. "I s-swear to Christ T-token, if you s-so much as invite one more p-person, I will kill you!" Tweek promised. It was an empty threat, as the blonde would never think about hurting a person THAT much, but it was still terrifying to the opponent.
Grabbing Craig's hand, he walked them outside, sitting on the bench as he calmed himself down. There was silence for a minute. Just a minute. "I could have handled that myself, you know." Craig rolled his eyes and Tweek frowned.
"I wanted to stand up for you." Tweek insisted, biting at a hangnail. Craig moved his fingers away from his mouth, and Tweek blushed. "I always w-will. No matter w-what your ego has to s-say about it, Craig." Tweek stated firmly, and Craig rolled his eyes again, but gave him another one of his small smiles.
"Forever."
I looked after you
"Hey Tweek." Tweek looked up as Craig approached him, leaning against the counter. Tweek blushed and smiled, his eyebrows furrowing to give him a queer smile when he saw Kyle, Stan, Kenny and Token behind him.
"What do you say about hanging with us?" Kenny piped up, shooting Tweek a wink. Craig caught sight of it and growled under his breath. Tweek's smile fell and he frowned, giving a dismissive shrug.
"Sorry g-guys, I have to work for at least another hour!" Tweek explained, sighing as he saw a couple approach the till. "I'm g-gonna have to ask you guys to step aside. I have to take their orders." Tweek looked towards the man and woman before turning back to the person who grabbed his wrist.
"I'll help." Craig said smoothly, shooing away the rest of the gang, and Tweek deliberated. He cast another glance at the patrons and gave in, letting Craig in the work area and taking the couples' order. Before he could make their drinks, Craig already had the sheet of paper in his hand, boiling the kettle. Tweek watched him, biting on his fingernails, just as Craig spilt the scorching hot water over himself. Craig barely flinched, but Tweek saw the red, blistered skin before he could brush it under the rug.
His parents walked in, and he pleaded for them to take care of things while he took care of Craig. He marched him to the upstairs of the shop, where the Tweak's lived, and into their bathroom, where Tweek shoved him onto the edge of the bath as he got a wet flannel and gently applied it to Craig's burn.
"I hope you didn't use that to wipe your ass." Craig muttered, and Tweek rolled his eyes, his cheeks reddening again. Craig caught Tweek's jaw with his good hand, and made their eyes connect. "Thanks, Tweek." Tweek gave an uneasy smile.
"Stop being so d-damn independent. I'll look after y-you from now on." Tweek announced adamantly, and Craig nodded, pulling Tweek to him to kiss him briefly. Their lips barely touched, but Tweek's heart fluttered.
"Forever."
I loved you
"Tweek, what are we doing?" Craig asked Tweek as they crept past yet another tree, slowly, painfully slowly, making their way across the forest. Tweek slammed his hand against Craig's mouth, shushing him.
"We are infiltrating the secret government South Park surveillance base." Tweek deadpanned in a quiet voice, and Craig grabbed his wrist. Tweek turned to him, and screamed, forgetting his bid to be silent, as Craig slung him over one shoulder and began to walk away, a and flailing Tweek acting as a backpack.
"This is for your own good." Craig threw out there casually, walking them half a mile before Tweek simpered and caved in, demanding to be put down and promising he wouldn't just run back. Tweek kept to his word, but remained sulky as they went back home. "Hey, I love you." Craig told him, trying to win him over.
Tweek couldn't help smiling, admitting to himself he needed to stop getting so carried away. Not that he would let Craig know that. "I love y-you, too." Tweek took Craig's hand, putting his head on his shoulder. It was an awkward and uncomfortable move, but it was worth it.
"Forever."
I hurt you
Tweek walked out of that flat. Tweek dug the blade into his skin. Tweek hurt Craig by doing that.
But that was okay because Craig did whatever Tweek asked and Tweek did whatever Craig asked. That was fine because Craig looked out for Tweek and Tweek looked out for Craig. That was satisfactory because Craig looked after Tweek and Tweek looked after Craig. That was alright because Craig loved Tweek and Tweek loved Craig.
That was love because Craig hurt Tweek, too. They would just do that.
Forever and always.
This can be treated as a companion fic to "Dear Tweek".