Creek Oneshots

Creek-Yellow Roses

Yellow roses have always been my favorite flower. I never discovered if I was the color, or the beauty behind the simple flower. All I've realized is that I've fallen for a blond with the same color hair. Every time I look at him, all I see is beauty. The soft texture of his bright hair, or the delicate touch of his lips. It was gorgeous. He reminded me of the rose. But I could never figure out his.

June 16th

"Honey, what's your favorite color?" I knew it was a stupid question, but Iddn't know. Sure, Tweek was an open-minded person when it came to new things, yet he was indecisive. He often asked to try at new restaurants or ask for different flavors of coffee. And ask me to wear other colors besides blue and yellow and black, I never change my color scheme.

Tweek nuzzled his head into my chest, yawning from his short nap. Humming softly, Tweek ran his hand up my chest, gently patting my cheek. I slipped my hand under his shirt, grazing his hip with my thumb. I hoped it would persuade him to answer. It didn't. Tweek yawned again and his breathing slowed; his chest raising and deepening with each small breath. It felt wrong to wake such a cute individual, but I wanted my question answered.

"Tweek....Honey?" I kissed Tweek's head gently, petting through his hair. The fluffy curls bounced with each movement. I found it mesmerizing. As if he read my thoughts, Tweek nuzzled his head into my hand, moaning softly while stirring. Usually Tweek would never sleep in the open, we had a hard time sleeping last night, and it's around nap time anyway. I called his name again. No answer. I called him "Sweetheart, muffin, cupcake, Tweekers, and babe," but he didn't wake up.

I finally decided this was an important question. I held his waist carefully, flipping us and pinning him to the ground. Tweek seemed peaceful, sweating slightly in his thick clothing in summer, but peaceful. The sight was worth love-filled gazes. If I stared longer, I thought my heart would melt. This was my lover, the love of my life, and my potential husband in the future. How could anyone deny this adorable face, dimples, and freckles.

"Honey, wake up..." Relaxing my body into his, I grabbed one of his hands, bringing it to my lips, and giving his knuckles a light kiss. Tweek's body jerked slightly, then fell to the ground, and melted into my touch. I started kissing his cheek repeatedly, then following down his jaw to his neck. Hoping to wake him, I bit softly at his neck. "Honey, I'm going to run away from home if you don't wake up."

He started to stirr, moaning softly, and sighing. Then his eyes cracked open and I could see the pale orbs. I smiled softly, kissing his cheek again. Tweek giggled lightly, caressing his face, staring into my dark green eyes. "Good morning..." he said calmly.

"Afternoon actually. You slept through the morning," I stated, rubbing his chest. He eased into my touch and flushed lightly, his dimples forming at the sides of his lips. Heart racing, I pecked his jaw; I can't get enough of his silk skin. I loved placing my lips over his body, kissing the parts he's insecure about, and making his face a cherry.

"Oh...D-did I?"

"Mhm. I don't mind. I only had a question to ask you."

"Oh, go ahead." Tweek smiled softly, brushing a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"What's your favorite color?"

"T-this was the important question to ask?" He seemed disturbed, his eye occasionally twitching. I nodded silently, remorse flashing through my eyes.

"Sorry...It was a dumb question.." I laid my head carefully on his chest, allowing him to pet through my hair. Tweek had an addiction to my hair. I could never figure out what was so special about it. I hate my hair. It's long and dark and bland.