Forgotten? (South Park Creek) ~Complete~

The Dream

(Craig's POV)

I flipped off the gnome with underpants in its hands while Tweek hid behind me, hugging my waist from behind, and shaking in fear.
"GAH, HE'S GOING TO STEAL MY UNDERWEAR!"
"Look kid, I'm not here to take your underwear. I'm a figment of your guy's imaginations."
I still didn't believe that Tweek and I were sharing a dream, so I just acted like I usually do in dreams, since it isn't real.
"Why are you here stressing out my boyfriend? Are you trying to get stepped on?"
"B-boyfriend? Did you just call me your boyfriend?"
I shushed Tweek.
"I'm talking to this stupid gnome."
"Look I'm not here to do anything to you guys, like take your underwear. I'm a part of Tweek's repressed memories. I'm here to help you remember some things."
"Remember what?"
"Your relationship."
All of the sudden all of the stars around us turned into what looked like a playground with a children in a circle and what look like a younger version of Tweek and I in the middle.
"This looks like a fight." said Tweek, letting go of me and scooting over next to me so he could see.
"It is." replied the gnome.
The young Tweek and I started fighting and we pretty much destroyed the playground.
"Wait, I remember this, Cartman told me that Tweek was talking shit about me."
"I didn't though! Kyle and Stan told me that you were talking shit about me!"
"And neither of you said anything about one another."
"Jerks."
Then everything around us changed again. This time the young versions of us were wearing all pink, even our sunglasses were pink.
"I don't remember this." I lied out of embarrassment.
"M-me either." I could tell Tweek was also lying.
"This is when you two were a part of the metrosexual trend." explained the gnome.
"We do look pretty good." I said.
Tweek nodded in agreement.
Everything around us changed, yet again. Now everyone was going on about how we were dating and they kept giving us money, there were also these weird drawings of us everywhere. We broke up then got back together, I was guessing that we didn't like each other back then, but the more I saw, the more I realize that we did like each other, we just didn't want to admit it. The memory changed again, this time it was a little bit older version of us than before. Our parents dragging us away from each other.
"WAIT, NO, YOU CAN'T TAKE TWEEK!"
"Come on Craig. It's time to go home!" my dad was pulling me away from the car Tweek's parents were packing up.
"NO, SCREW YOU DAD!" I yelled, I tears started to slip down my cheeks. Tweek was already crying, he ran over to me and hugged me. He kept saying 'I'm sorry' over and over again. Then we were pulled away from each other once again. Our parents were screaming at each other, mine were saying that Tweek turned me gay and Tweek's parents were saying that I turned him gay. This pissed me off even just watching it, it's not a choice and no one can 'turn you gay'! Then Tweek was shoved into the back of the car and they drove off. That's when my eyes flew open, I jumped out of bed, quickly got dressed and climbed out my window. I had to ask Tweek about this crazy dream.