CraigxTweek (Creek) Oneshots

Tippsy Craig

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Tweek's POV :

I was laying on my bed and staring up at the ceiling, paranoid that I wasn't alone... Like every other night. The underpants gnomes would always wait for your guard to be down, right before they murder you and snatch your underwear. So I would force myself to stay awake to survive an attack from those sneaky little pricks.

I was about to drift off into sleep before I jolted myself awake.. "Th-that's exactly w-what th-they w-want me t-to-to do" I whisper to myself, eyeing my room in the process. I was about to drift onto asleep again, until a loud bang at my window startled me, resulting in me spilling my coffee.

"GAH P-PLeAsE DON'T M-MURDER M-ME" I squeal In horror, ignoring the fact I now had a coffee stain on my pants. "Relax Tweek *hic*..it's Craig" my eyes widened in horror, "OMG TH-THE UNDERP-P-PANT G-GNOMES SENT Y-OU D-DIdNt tHeY?!?! "

"No!  *hic* just let me in, Tweek" Craig responded sounding quite off from his usual self. 'Maybe they turned him against me' I push the thought aside and headed towards my window. Craig would never turn against me after all. I smiled at the thought of completely trusting him and happily opened my window to meet with Craig's dark blue eyes

"Heyyyy Tweekster~" he seemed kinda loopy, and his eyes were bloodshot red. What was occurring finally clicked for me "A-are you d-drunk?? " I quickly pulled him into my room. "Whaaat?? " Craig moved towards my bed and plopped himself carelessly on top of it "of course not, tweeky" he lied.

I sighed, walking over to the clearly drunk teen, now laying like a dead body on top of my bed. I wasn't stupid and had seen Stan at parties enough times to know what a drunk person looked like."C-craig I kn-kno-" he cut me off by putting a finger to my lips, while now sitting up "shhhh Tweek. I'm fine" he smirks at me weirdly, "at least I will be after this" I obviously didn't know what he meant by that. 'Is he going to kill me? Shit! I knew I shouldn't have trusted him!' I thought to myself. I looked back at him with a horrified expression, only to see him leaning towards me with his lips puckered. 'Oh shit'

I backed away and slapped him across the face, immediately regretting my decision. "Owww Tweeksters" Craig held his hand up to his now red cheek. "I-M SO S-SORR-Y C-CRAIG! I P-PANICKED! " he just rolled over until he fell off my bed, groaning in the process. I flinched, wondering how that didn't hurt. " I *hic* knew you wouldn't love me haha *hic*" he said laying motionless on the floor.

My cheeks instantly redened at what he said. 'Did he just say what I think he said?' I asked myself, trying to contain my blush. I shrugged and pushed the thought aside as weird drunk talk. " Y-you've h-h-had too much t-too d-drink!" I struggle to lift him off the floor, him of course being bigger than me. "No *hic* shit" he laughed as I finally got him up on the bed.

"I drank myself away *hic* trying to forget the fact that *hic* you don't love me back *hic*" he started sobbing. I froze in complete shock at what was occurring. Not only was Craig Tucker crying in front of me, but he also.... Loved me?  "H-hey d-d-dont cry, C-craig" I instinctingly pulled him into am embrace, trying my hardest to comfort my best friend.

We hadn't hugged like this since we broke off our fake relationship about two weeks ago. Craig had said how we needed to 'actually date someone we love'. This of course broke my heart, but I didn't know why or how to explain that to craig. I blushed realizing that we were hugging, but I didn't pull away.

I should've told Craig how I felt before, insead of letting him torture himself thinking I didn't care about him. The truth is I had been stuttering more recently, and the warm, fuzzy feeling I loved wasn't present anymore without him. The realization of what my feelings were hit me like a truck. It all makes sense now, I think I may be in love with Craig Tucker.

"I-im s-sorry" Is all I say, feeling guilty for putting Craig through all those bad feelings. "It's *hic* OK. It's not *hic* your fault you don't *hic* love an asshole like *hic* me" he cried into my shoulder. I had never seen Craig so vulnerable and fragile as If he may break at any second. He always wore an emotionless expression which was hard to read, never a helpless one. He cried and sobbed as if he were dying, something really out of character for Craig who usually didn't care about anything."Who *hic* would love anyone *hic* like me anyways? " he sobbed harder, breaking my heart in the process.

"H-h-hey,  w-ho wouldn't l-love Craig T-tucker?  H-he's a-awesome" I smile, tightening my grin on craig. "H-he doesn't s-smile a l-lot, b-but when h-he does h-he lights u-up the room" I feel his tense body loosen and relax in my arms. "P-plus, h-his b-beatiful dark b-blue eyes a-are so m-m-mezmorizing" I laugh.

I feel him hug me tighter, still sobbing but less so, " I love you, Tweek" he softly said. I let my cheeks reden, letting everything sink in. "I l-love y-you too, C-craig" I softly reply, resting my head on his shoulder. He didn't say anything after, so I turned to look at him to find a gorgeous sleeping Craig.

I lay him down on my bed, assuming he was going to spend the night here and pulled some blankets on top of him. He looked so peaceful sleeping, despite his pink, tear stained cheeks. I leaned down, kissed his forehead and whispered "I love you"  without stuttering.

I apparently woke him up a bit, as he warmly smiled at me with his eyes still closed. He mumbled a "goodnight" as his smile slowly fell. and with that he was out cold, leaving me to relive and ponder what just happened. I still can't believe I love Craig Tucker, and he loves me back.

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