Sunflower

Craig always thought Tweek looked like a sunflower. The way his blonde hair puffed out of his roots, the way his brown eyes and freckles brought out the color. He was a masterpiece to him, no matter how disheveled he was. He was perfect, but the addiction forced on him wasn't.

Bebe had found out like everyone else about the addiction years ago, she had taken Tweek under her wing and considered him a brother, a trusted platonic love that could come to her for anything. And he did. He did. So, as she sat in a rehab room next to him, she felt like an idiot. She couldn't help.