You Are My Peach {Tweek X Craig}

5|The First Elimination|

Tweek held onto Craig's hand like his life depended on it. Anxiety filled their stomachs. Surely if Red and Butters liked the cupcakes, Randy would possibly like it too.

Randy put the cupcake down kept quiet, making the situation melodramatic. He cleared his throat. "Boys.. This is one of the greatest cupcakes I've had in the longest time.

A smile appeared on both Tweek and Craig's face. "You two work really nicely as a team. I hope to try more amazing treats from you." Randy praised. "You both may go back to the kitchen"

They both walked into the kitchen, queitly cheering. "We've got this!" Tweek said with glee. "I can't believe they liked it! Especially with me being a part of this!" Craig said with disbelief. "Nonsense. You did good.  Always let out your inner creativity and there's a big chance of sucess!"

Craig began to smile like a dork. He began to realize he was still holding Tweek's hand. Pink dusted Craig's cheeks. "Umm. D-Do you think you should let go..?" He muttered shyly. "Huh?" Tweek looked down and noticed he still had his hand intertwined with Craig's.

now it was Tweek's turn to blush. Flustered, Tweek took his hand away. "S-Sorry! I-I didn't mean to hold it for that long!" He covered his mouth, trying desperately to hide his blush. 'Don't cover up your face. You're too adorable.' Craig wished he had the guts to say that.

Time goes by. Teams went to be judged. Some came back more satisfied than others. Waiting for the final results were a bit awkward. Nobody really talked to each other unless they were a team.

The only thing that could be heard was quiet conversations from small groups.

Tweek gently yanked and Craig's sleeve. "Do you think this part of the competition will always be so awkward?" He whispered. Craig shrugged. "I dunno."

Minutes that feel like long hours pass and Butters peeks his head into the kitchen. "We're ready to give the results." He muttered, twiddling his fingers. Pairs of two rushed out into the cafeteria.

Everyone formed a straight line. Angst filled the atmosphere. Randy stood in front of the table with his arms crossed. "You were all good today. One of you will be the winner of this round." He bubbled.

Craig whispered into Tweek's ear. "That victory is as good as ours."

Tweek shrugged. "I wouldn't be so sure. Somebody may have done better than us." He cautioned. Craig patted his head. "Nonsense."

"This round goes to...."

There he goes again. The long suspenseful pause.  

Stan growled. "Dad! Stop with the long pauses! It's very annoying!"  Wendy grabbed his hand. "Calm down Stan." She coed. 'He's been so riled up this whole competition'

"Tweek and Craig!" Randy shouted. Other teams awkwardly clapped for the two boys. "You two boys can go back into the kitchen. The remaining teams will meet you in there."

Tweek and Craig nodded and walked back into kitchen quietly, Once they got back in the messy room, they cheered happily. Tweek bounced up and down. "This is unbelieveable! I can't belive we're advancing to the next round!" Tweek hummed. Words couldn't explain how happy he was.

Craig smiled and hugged him tightly. "I told you we'd make it."

Soon enough, two other teams walked into the kitchen. Jenny and Lola, and Token and Clyde. Only one more team was for sure coming back. Silence filled the kitchen, Jenny and Lola looked into the caferteria, wanting to figure out who was getting eliminated.

"This is bullshit!" A male voice screeched. Lola quietly giggled. Soon enough, Tweek and Craig made their way over to the door, wanting to hear whatever the screaming was.

Stan was raging to his father. Wendy stood by the exit, face buried in her hands. She seemed more embarrassed than sad. "You're my father you can't eliminate me!" Stan growled. Randy sighed. "I'm the judge here! I can eliminate whoever I want, now go home!"

That made Stan angrier. "But it's not fair!" He was so angry, He could break one of the tables. Before he got in anymore trouble with his dad, he stormed off, Wendy following.

Randy huffed and walked into the kitchen "Congratulations guys. We'll be hosting the next round tomorrow. Go on home and get some rest, you deserve it!" He said

•-•-•

"I still can't belive it." Tweek beamed. Craig patted his hair. "Believe it hun." He said with a smile. Tweek's face flushed red. Craig called him hun. Was he flirting?  "Hun? That's new." He teased, trying not to sound flustered.

Craig had just realized what he said, his face almost as red as Tweek's. "Shit! Sorry I-I wasn't trying to- Ah!"

Tweek tried to calm him. "Oh how the tables have turned. I'm the one calming you down. Forget about it. No worries." He whispered, hiding the blush in his voice.

Craig sighed. "Do you want to play some some video games?" He offered, trying to forget about the whole "Hun" Situation.

Tweek nodded. "Sure. Any game in mind?" He asked. Craig went into the closet, digging through the huge pile of PlayStation games. "Grand Theft auto V?" Craig asked. Tweek nodded as he got the controller out. He mainly liked to watch Craig play GTA. He was never really good at it, but it was entertaining to watch Craig play.

Craig inserted the disk and started to play the game. Tweek watched the screen, listening to Craig. Eventually, Tweek fell asleep on his shoulder.