South Park One-Shots

Somewhere Only We Know - Creek

There's no triggering topics in this one, but there is some light cursing

"Meet me at the treehouse in fifteen minutes." I watched as Tweek quickly turned away from me, walking away from the school. I scrunched my brows in confusion and tightened my grip on my backpack straps. I scanned my memory, trying to figure out if I had done something wrong, but I couldn't recall doing anything. I mentally shrugged and started walking in the general direction of the treehouse.

About fifteen minutes later, I saw Tweek anxiously pacing in front of the tree. I smiled gently at the sight of him. I didn't know why he was anxious, but I assumed it was just one of the usual subjects bothering him. I called out his name and smiled brightly as he looked up at me. He returned the smile as I walked closer to him. When I reached his side, I gently grabbed his hand and interlocked our fingers. It was then I realized that the smile didn't reach his eyes. I gently frowned as I squeezed his hand.

"Is something wrong?" I mumbled. He cleared his throat and curtly nodded. He looked down at his feet as he said, "Let's talk inside." His hand slipped away from mine as he climbed the ladder, quickly disappearing into the treehouse. I took a deep breath and hesitantly followed him. I saw him sitting in his green bean bag chair and took a seat in my blue one. I watched as he twiddled his thumbs, probably trying to think of something to say. I cleared my throat and decided to start the conversation.

"So. What's up, Tweek?" I looked over at him. He looked up and as our eyes met, his filled with tears. My eyes widened as we stared at each other.

"Craig, I'm sorry," he choked out, obviously holding in a sob. I quickly stood up and made my way over to him, pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around me, clenching my hoodie in his fists. I rested my head on top of his as my hand rubbed soothing circles into his back. As I kissed the top of his head, he let out a sob that broke my heart.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"I have to break up with you," he cried into my chest. My hand froze as my breath caught in my throat.

"W-what?"

"My dad is m-moving the family to Canada." His grip on my hoodie tightened. I pulled him closer to me and held on tight. I couldn't believe it. I could understand if they had decided to move towns or whatever, but Canada? I didn't understand. I had never even heard them talk about moving. Anywhere. They had always seemed so happy here in South Park, even with all of the stupid shit that goes on in this town. This just seemed so sudden.

"Craig, I'm so sorry. I tried, really tried, to convince them to let us stay here at least until I graduated. But, apparently, they've been thinking about this for over a year now," Tweek explained as he pulled away from me. He looked into my eyes, probably searching for some kind of emotion. My eyes involuntarily darted away from his. I sat on the floor of the treehouse and pulled my knees up to my chest. I can't tell you what I was feeling because I don't even know. All I knew was that I was not happy. Tweek shifted closer to me and rested his hand on my shoulder.

"Craig?" I shook my head as I closed my eyes.

"Tweek, if this is a fucking joke, I'm gonna kill you," I said half-heartedly as I finally looked up at him. When our eyes locked, I knew that he was serious. And that's when it happened. That's when I was finally bombarded with tears and a million thoughts that I had no control over. Tweek sniffled as he wrapped his arms around me in a side hug. I leaned my head against his as I silently cried. He shifted his arm to gently run his fingers through my hair. Obviously, this only made me cry more. He gently kissed my temple in an effort to calm me down.

"Craig, I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't want this, but we both know we couldn't make long distance work," he mumbled against my skin. I opened my eyes and gently nodded. I knew he was right. We had already had that conversation when my parents talked about moving to California. However, I knew my parents wouldn't go through with it so I never thought I would have to have this conversation.

"I love you so much, Craig. I never wanted this. I know we're only sixteen, but I honestly thought we would last forever, as long as we were together," he spoke, voice wavering.

"I love you, too, Tweek. I thought we would last, too, but I guess nothing lasts forever."

yikes, this one was big sad lmao. Angst has been calling my name for a while
Also, let's just ignore the fact that I was gone for like two or three months. But, anyways, I hope you liked it. Feel free to point out any errors or give me constructive criticism, it is greatly appreciated :)

ALSO, BLM AND ACAB BITCHES