The boxer and the racer (creek)

Meth and coffee (craig)

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Tweek stood up to his full height which I took as a very bad sign. I unconsciously cowered down and he was breathing really hard, his eyes going glassy.

"What the fuck Craig." He snarled, and I winced slightly seeing Tweek so angry was very frightening.

(if u guys called him a furry I will flip my shit)

"I'm sorry Tweek!" I whimpered, yeah that sounds super pathetic. But I'm scared as shit man! A whole like 6'7 BOXER is in front of me absolutely fuming. He's also a drug addict, I should not have messed with this man.

He then punched me. I remember feeling his fist colliding with my face, then darkness.

Like thirty minutes later idfk

People who say Tweek is a weakling are liars. That guy can punch. Hard. But he's cute so I'll forgive him.

I woke up to Clyde holding an ice pack on my nose and Tweek hovering over him with his arms crossed and an annoyed expression on his face.

"Good morning sleeping beauty!" Clyde said grinning. He looked up at Tweek, "that was quite the punch man!"

Tweek's angry expression broke into a small grin and he shrugged, "years of training, and that's not my hardest punch." He looked me over briefly, a wave of sympathy coming over his face then replaced with the same annoyed expression.

"Ugh. I need coffee and meth." Was all he said then he walked out of the room.

"Your teeth are gonna fall out!" I choked out and he laughed slightly. Why is that cute he just punched me. You gay ass!

Clyde helped me up and I felt a pain shoot through my whole face.

"Ooh! He got you good!" Clyde hooted grinning his usual wild grin. "Lemme get a splint on that!"

We walked to the bathroom past Tweek who was fumbling with a plastic bag of something shiny and reflective in the kitchen.

"You addict." I scoffed in his direction.

"You say that again I'll smash your teeth in." Tweek said sweetly looking over at me threateningly. His tone really didn't match his facial expression or his words.

Clyde fixed up my nose and I wandered back into the kitchen where Tweek had finally got the bag open and was pouring it into a fresh cup of coffee.

"Can I h-" Clyde started,

"Haha, funny Clyde." Tweek grinned at him, "not a chance. My shits rare." He looked over to the calendar that hung on our wall. "You have a race on the 21st."

I nodded my head and winced at the pain, when Tweek saw that he stifled a laugh and continued stirring his coffee.

"I think i have brain damage." I said groaning, I looked up and saw Tweek sitting across from me. A large bruise on the side of his face was stark against the paleness of his skin. "Did I do that?"

"Yeah, that's why I need meth and coffee. You give me a headache."

"Those digestive cookies work fast." Clyde said walking out of the bathroom grinning, he looked at his wrist like there was a watch there. (There wasn't) "I see this problem has been solved, see you later!"

"Bye Clyde." Tweek said mildly watching him open the door and slip out.

"See you man." I called after him.

"Are we gonna talk about the doorstep at Bebe and Wendy's house?" Tweek asked pushing his coffee away and staring at me with an intensity I had never seen before.

"Yeah, uh I'm sorry." I stammered

He laughed, "what are you apologizing for? It was only a kiss on the cheek." His tone light again, "I was just wondering why you did it."

"It felt right I guess." I muttered.

"Speak up, I couldn't hear that."

"IT FELT RIGHT!" I cried.

"oh."