Tweek x Craig - When fate brings two hearts together

Chapter 1

The artist who drew Tweek and Craig in the cover photo is the iconic Dogpu, I obviously added the words to the photo but the amazing drawing in itself is by Dogpu so all credit for that blessing goes to them :)

Craig's POV:

I frantically got in the back of my Mom and Dad's car, hyperventilating slightly as I looked down at my little sister, cradling her in my arms. I stroked the top of her head and desperately tried to keep her awake.

"It's okay Trish, you're gonna be okay. Stay with me, okay?" I said to her. She looked at me, both pain and fear in her eyes; she nodded ever so slightly, smiling weakly, tears streaming down her little cheeks.

I didn't dare look up, I knew that Dad was speeding and Mom was panicking, but all I could do was keep my attention on my sister, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. It all happened so fast, one minute I was sat watching Tricia playing on the climbing frame at the park and the next I was watching her tumbling off of it, head first.

As soon as I saw her lose her footing I jumped to my feet, running to catch her as fast as I could but to no avail, I was still too late. I watched her hit the ground with force and slid to my knees, gently picking her up and holding her in my lap. At first she was unresponsive and I noticed that there was blood trickling from the side of her head and my heart started to race, panic settling in as I gently set her down on the floor and took my jacket off, lifting her into my arms again and wrapping my jacket around the side of her head, standing up and running home with Tricia in my arms.

What happened after that was a bit of a blur, I just remember bursting through the front door screaming and shouting. I was totally disoriented, panic having filled my entire being. I remember Dad frantically running out of the front door and to the car, screaming for us to get in it which I didn't hesitate to do. That leaves us to where we are now. I looked up from Tricia for a split second to see if we were almost at the hospital which thank god, we were and looked down at her again. "Please be okay, please be okay." I mumbled over and over again as she just stared at me, a sad look in her eyes.

As soon as we got to the hospital I took no time in getting out of the car, running to the entrance as fast as I could with Mom and Dad following closely behind. Mom ran past me to the front desk and quickly told the receptionist what had happened. In no time a doctor ran towards me and gently took her away from me, handing me my jacket and placing her on a stretcher and taking her into a room, Mom and Dad following him.

I, however, couldn't move. My legs had turned to jelly and I threw myself down on the chair behind me and watched as another doctor ran into the room where they had taken Tricia. I put my head in my hands which were covered in Tricia's blood along with my once blue jacket and cried, completely losing any composure that I had. It was all my fault, she was here because of me. She could die because of me. It's all my fault, I thought, as my crying soon turned into uncontrollable sobbing, my head and my heart hurting at the mental image of my little sister lay in my arms bleeding out. I continued to cry until I felt somebody sit down beside me, my breath halting.

"A-are you okay?" an unfamiliar voice asked. I slowly lifted my head and looked to the side, my eyes landing on a blonde boy who appeared to be twitching and looked quite disoriented himself, but still looked concerned for me.

"Yeah, I'm fantastic!" I replied sarcastically, putting my head back in my hands, waiting for him to get up and leave, but he didn't.

"S-sorry, that was a silly question," he replied, stuttering slightly as I lifted my head up again to look at the boy. "Of course y-you're not o-okay." I continued to just look at him, noticing that his twitching had worsened, his hands moving up to grab his hair. He was panicking.

Who was this guy?

"GAH! I-I'm sorry! You just looked s-so upset and I-I just wanted to make sure t-that you're okay b-but of course you're not, that was such a s-stupid question!!!" He said, now in a full blown panic.

The fact that I'd made him anxious made me feel somewhat bad so I gently nudged his leg with mine to get his attention because I didn't want to put my hands on him seems as they were covered in blood. I mean, who would want a stranger putting their hands on them if one, they didn't even know the person and two, if they didn't know who's blood it was? For all he knows I could've murdered somebody! Of course I didn't but he doesn't know that.

His head quickly snapped up to look at me and he was silent, just staring at me. Okay, I might've just freaked him out but now he's starting to freak me out. But I still decided to apologize, I mean, he was just looking out for me and that's pretty nice considering that we're complete strangers to one another.

"Don't worry about it, I'm sorry for being a dick, my head is just all over the place at the moment." I said as I looked down at the bloodied jacket in my lap. I felt the boy shift closer, putting one of his hands on my bare arm as I looked back up at him, the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck standing up, goosebumps appearing everywhere on my skin. What the fuck is this? I thought to myself as he gave me a small smile.

"Don't be sorry, you're obviously going through something bad right now," he said, eyes drifting down to my bloodied jacket. "I know how you feel," his gaze met mine again. "I mean, what's going on with me definitely isn't near enough as bad as what you must be going through, but today isn't exactly the best day for me either." He said, surprisingly with no stuttering.

My eyes widened a little in realization. We're in a goddamn hospital, of course something must've happened to somebody that he loves for him to be here, he's going through a lot too. Now I feel even worse for talking to him the way that I did before... he's not okay either, you dipshit!

"Oh my god I'm so sorry... I wasn't thinking. For a minute I forgot that we were even in a hospital. I didn't think about the fact that you must be going through something too." I replied as I put my head back in my hands, feeling incredibly guilty. I felt him put his hand back on my arm, and I automatically took my hands away from my face to look at him again.

"Don't worry about it," he said, smiling warmly, "you can talk to me about whatever it is that's happened to get it off your chest if you'd like? I really don't mind." He said. Wow, now I feel really really really bad for being a dick to him earlier, he actually seems like a nice guy. I nodded, slowly returning the smile.

"Yeah, okay. You can tell me why you're here too if it'll help to get it off your chest." I replied. His smile widened and he nodded.

"Okay, but first..." he started as he stood up, gently grabbing me by my arm and pulling me up with him. "We need to get you cleaned up." He said, gesturing to my bloody hands.

"Oh yeah," I looked down at my hands, wiggling my fingers back and forth, the disorientation making it hard to really feel my limbs at all. "Right." He turned around, still holding my arm and started pulling me to the men's bathroom.

"By the way, I'm Craig." I said. He looked back at me and smiled, simply replying,

"Tweek." He smiled at me over his shoulder, making my heart thud in place.

Tweek... what an odd name for a person. It's unique.

I like it.

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AAAAHHHH CHAPTER 1 IS COMPLETE! This is my first ever creek fanfic so go easy on me lol I'm not sure if I'm happy with how it turned out but if I end up changing it then it's probably because I'm not 100% happy with it. I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter and hopefully chapter 2 will be up soon! Thank you for reading, I hope that you'll enjoy reading this fanfic as much as I enjoy writing it! :)