"The fuck do you want," Tim asked Craig, while holding Tweek by his hips and pulled him closer.
"Did you not get it, shit-for-brains," Craig walked closer to them, "Let go of Tweek, he doesn't want you."
"Craig it's ok, I'm ok," Tweek pulled away from Tim but was quickly pulled back by the taller boy.
"Can you not see that he wants to get away from you, fucking creep," Craig was about five feet from them and reached over to grab Tweek.
"Do you want to get away from me, love," Tim turned Tweek back around to face him.
Tweek looked into Tim's eyes and saw that there was some hurt behind them. Like he needed someone to be there for him.
Tweek had always been alone.
No one other than Wendy had ever been his friend.
And here was Tim.
He was so kind to him today and there wasn't any damage done to him.
He didn't feel in any danger around him.
"N-no, I don't," Tweek replied meekly.
Craig's jaw dropped, "You can't be serious Tweek, you were literally trying to get away from him a minute ago." He took a step closer to them and once again tried to pull Tweek by the arm.
"I was just a little shy about moving so quickly," Tweek answered and then looked up at Tim, " If we could take things slow for a bit, that would help me feel much more comfortable."
"Of course, love, we can take it slow," Tim looked down and placed a kiss on Tweek's forehead.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Craig threw his hands in the air, "Tweek you were pushing him away," Craig pulled on Tweek's are once more, "please come with me."
To Craig's surprise Tweek pulled away from him and wrapped his arms around Tim. "I want to stay with Tim, Craig," Tweek snuggled closer to the taller boy. "Why do you care anyway, you've never cared about me."
"You know that's not true, Tweek, so that's a fucking low-blow," Craig took a step back and lowered his gaze to the floor, trying with every fiber in his body to not show how his voice was on the verge of breaking.
His efforts were in vain.
"Craig are you crying," Tweek asked the boy in the blue sweater. He unraveled his embrace around Tim's waist and began to make his way towards Craig, but before the he could get close enough Craig quickly turned around, and walked to his car. "Craig, wait!"
But Craig didn't slow down, he got in his car and drove away as fast as he could.
He did not want Tweek to see the tears that had now stained his cheeks.
"Don't worry about him, Tweek," Tim walked up behind him, "He's just a little homophobic shit."
"I-I guess so," Tweek said, but his face wasn't congruent with his statement.
Craig wasn't mean.
He had taken care of Tweek before.
Maybe Tim was right though.
Maybe Craig just didn't like gay people.
"I have to go now, babe," Tim broke Tweek from his train of thought, causing him to jump slightly. "I'll be here tomorrow morning to pick you up, ok?"
"O-oh, you don't have to, I mean, I always walk to school with Wendy in the mornings."
"She didn't walk with you this morning," Tim pointed out and covered Tweek with soft kisses on his forehead, making his way down to his neck.
