P E A C H Y •South Park•

02

{ craig }
" god fucking dammit "

a loud cry awoke the noirette from his deep sleep, and he shouted just as disruptively as the person who had awoken him.

" fuck !! " craig hissed, staring at the mess of blond hair lying at the foot of, what technically was, his bed. tweek looked frantic, and though it wasn't a new sight, craig still questioned what the boy had to be anxious about.

tweek never talked about his anxiety. always kept it inside like it was some sort of secret. that alone baffled craig, but he never once asked tweek why.

" c-c-craig ! " cried the messy blond. his eyes were wide and he had tears leaking down his cheeks. the dark haired boy didn't know what was happening, but grabbed tweek into a bear hug and held him as he sobbed.

craig couldn't stand seeing tweek's beautiful green eyes filled with tears. the feeling he was left with when he did was an overwhelming sense of guilt. tweek had been there for him, had practically saved his life, then let craig into his life as though he had already been a huge part of it. the least he could do was protect tweek.

the smaller's shaky, gentle hands gripped the front of craig's shirt as he whimpered. his sobs wracked his body, making craig shake too.

usually, tweek ran off to the bathroom when things like this occurred. it seemed like he was embarrassed by these episodes, and didn't want craig to see him cry. the taller boy hated that.

" there there, " the noirette whispered, running his hands through the wild mats in tweek's hair. he could feel the tears soaking his shirt, but he didn't mind. he had wanted tweek to come to him for the longest time.

the feelings that rushed through craig when he looked down at tweek were insane. he almost started crying himself. that boy meant everything to him. that wasn't good.

" tweekers, what happened? "

the blue boy was only met with more cries. he didn't know what to do in this situation. he hadn't really looked into it, and he felt stupid for that now.

tweek continued to cry on the noirette's shoulder. his heart ached at the sound of the quiet sobs and soft shudders that wracked the young boy. they were becoming lesser but the taller's stress was out the roof.

" oh cr-craig "

tweek whimpered, his voice pitched a little from his cries. he stared up at craig, his big eyes filled with tears. it didn't suit him. tweek was fierce as fuck! was that why this seemed so strange?

"craig! i-i- "

tweek didn't finish his sentence. he couldn't, because craig tucker had placed his lips on the latters and god tweek had soft lips. they stayed like that for a moment, lips connected and eyes closed. that was until tweek pushed him off, and stared at him with narrowed eyes.

and then, the small boy was gone. he got up, turned away, and without speaking a word, he left.

that morning craig didn't see tweek. he only found a sticky note, with the words;
"you kiss good, fucker."

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