Third one! Took a very brief ten minute break after typing the second one. That brief break was to use the bathroom and relocate to the kitchen table.

These are unrelated, just sayin'. I never mentioned that *sweat drop* I also realize these are a little short, but they're supposed to be. And if anyone likes the rough plot tidbits that are in each chapter, feel free to steal and use them. Just let me know…

For Tweek again! I need to meet some more South Park lovers to dedicate these to… Also for my beta, my Super Best Friend, My pyscho Fem! Stan. You inspired this fic, somehow, and I'm grateful. Also for my reviewers. Love ya all. Just, in a platonic way.

Disclaimer: I'm poorer than Kenny. Course I don't own it.

Category: South Park

Genre: Angst/ Romance

Rating: K+ - T If only cus of Craig's flipping off

Pairing(s): Craig x Tweek; Creek

Summary: Tweek's got some shit going on, Craig wants to help, but he's not sure how.

~~~~ Yours to hold- Skillet ~~~~

I see you standing here

But you're so far away

Starving for your attention

You don't even know my name

Craig stared. He stared quite a bit. He remembered Tweak. The town spazz. Tweak didn't seem to even remember Craig's name though. The two had lost touch in middle school, and Tweak wound up almost completely forgetting the black haired boy that was once his friend.

The dark haired teen stared at the twitchy blond. Tweak was standing right there, but he looked a million miles away. And Craig couldn't think of a single reason why.

You're going through so much

But I know I could be the one to hold you

Craig soon found out, thanks to Clyde, that Tweek had a lot of shit going on at home. His parents were going through a divorce while making their son go to therapy. Both for the divorce issues and his extreme paranoia.

Craig wanted to be the one to comfort the blond.

Every single day I find it hard to say

I could be yours alone

You will see someday

That all along the way

I was yours to hold, I was yours to hold

"Tweek." Craig said one day to the blond, stopping him after their gym class.

"GAH!" he shrieked, twitching violently. "Y-yes? What –ack! - do you want?" he asked, looking around, scared, paranoid scenarios showing in his green-yellow eyes.

Craig didn't answer. He instead firmly gripped the blond by his anorexic-ly skinny shoulders. He leaned forward, lips just barely brushing Tweek's.

"I'm here for you, Tweek. I know you have some shit going on..." he trailed off and turned to walk away, flipping Tweek Tweak off over his shoulder.

I see you walking by

Your hair always hiding your face

I wonder why you've been hurting

I wish I had some way to say

Craig was walking rather calmly down South Park's main Street, his expression bored and hands jammed into his pockets. He saw Tweek scurrying down the street, wild hair falling in his gaunt face. His parents had called off the divorce, he was out of therapy.

Why did he still look so god damn sad?

You're going through so much

Don't you know that I could be the one to hold you

I'm stretching but you're just out of reach

Craig reached out a hand to grab Tweek, but the blond evaded him, ducking and hurrying faster down the deserted street.

You should know

I'm ready when you're ready for me

And I'm waiting for the right time

For the day I catch your eye

To let you know

That I'm yours to hold

Craig wanted to tell him, tell him he had liked him since the third grade. But Craig was a friggin wuss when it came to feelings.

I'm stretching but you're just out of reach

I'm ready when you're ready for me

"Tweek!" The blond turned back to look at him.

"My offer still stands!" Craig yelled, flashing the bird.

~~~~ End ~~~~

This one came to me a bit easier. I feel like I got Tweek's personality, if only because we don't get a large amount of insight into his mind. Craig seems slightly ooc, but better than the two previous fics.

While typing this, I had a strange conversation with my cousin. She says I'm a spazz o.o Which I don't think is true! I mean… yeah, I walk into doors, and scream when the phone rings/laundry dings/doorbell rings/someone starts talking that I didn't know was in the room. And sure, I forget what I should be doing half the time, but that doesn't make me a spazz, does it?

Craig: Yeah, it does. That makes you a first-class spazz.

Dang… I can't argue with you cus you hang with a spazz, damn….