The boxer and the racer (creek)

Poison (craig)

TW: attempted murder

Word count: 646

Bebe and I trailed behind Tweek as he naturally flowed talking with his fans and news reporters.

"TWEEK!! SIGN MY ARM!!" A girl yelled hearts in her eyes. He smiled slightly but politely declined. A woman shoved a coffee cup into his hands and tried to push it up to his mouth. That's where I draw the line. I grabbed her arm.

"Hey lady, back off alright?" I said gritting my teeth, the whole room fell silent. Then whispers erupted.

"Is that his boyfriend?"

"What are you talking about he's not gay!"

"It could be his bestfriend."

"He's so gay!"

"What was that lady doing?"

I took the cup from Tweek's now shaking hands and sniffed at it. Cinnamon, thought so.

Bebe looked unimpressed and Kyle jogged up,

"What the fuck was that about?" He asked blankly, "I was uh-" I noticed he was slightly pink in the face, and his hair looked more ruffled than usual. "I was going to the bathroom." He finished firmly.

Bebe smirked. "Okay Kyle." She leaned in closer to him. "We know what you are." She grinned mischievously and Kyle flushed.

"Tell Bebe shes not allowed here anymore." Kyle muttered and Bebe grinned sweetly.

My phone rang and I excused myself throwing the "coffee" out as I went and Tweek looked at Bebe and kept walking.

It was token calling.

"Hey dude what's up?"

"Hey man! I'm having a party tonight wanna come?"

"Sure."

"Bring Bebe and Tweek."

"Alright, bye."

"See you dude."

I ended the call and walked back to the car where adoring Tweek fans were pressed against the window and he was just sitting in the car shaking, terrified. Bebe was comforting him quietly, hugging him to her side in the backseat. She noticed me and flashed worried eyes.

"Okay everyone, he loves you all but get the FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I pushed past them gruffly and shooed them away. I opened the car door and sat down in the drivers seat.

"Just go to your apartment Craig." Bebe commanded quietly. "He loves his fans just not the psychotic haters."

My heart felt a pang of sadness and I nodded sympathetically.

TIME SKIP

I pulled into the driveway and helped Tweek and Bebe out of the craigmobile. Tweek was trembling like mad.

"Why me?" He trembled slightly. "I didn't do anything to that lady! Maybe I beat her son or brother or uncle or-" He gripped his hair and groaned.

I grabbed his wrists and brought them down to his sides as to not rip his hair out.

"Alright Tweek. I'll go make some coffee." Bebe announced letting go of his hands and bouncing over to the kitchen.

"Tweek. Calm down dude." I said pinning his arms to his sides so he didn't make himself go bald. He thrashed and I let go and his hands went directly into his hair, pulling and tugging at it.

"I CANT CALM DOWN I JUST HAD SOMEONE TRY TO KILL ME!"

Shit.

"Well they didn't did they?" I reasoned

"Shut the fuck up craig!" He fumed. "You need to stop trying to problem solve all the time and let me be emotional and let me feel things instead of keeping them bottled inside!"

Bebe crept into the room holding a large mug, "bad time?"

He stared at me angrily. "No perfect timing. Can we go to your apartment Bebe?" He took the cup from her and nodded in thanks.

They walked out of the door hand in hand. They were best friends. I wish. Bebe was CLEARLY crushing super hard on Wendy. Once they held one of their little Blondie meetings at our apartment and I eavesdropped. They caught me and never had one here since.

But I did find out Bebe has a fat crush on Wendy, and that Tweek was gay.