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-Craig Tucker-
I walk down the hall hand in hand with my boyfriend. Tweek has one hand in mine while the other clutches his coffee. He takes a gulp before turning to me. He notices my stare and gives me this smile that makes an arrow go through my heart.
I give a small smile back before squeezing his hand.
“Sup gay birds,” Kenny says, and I flip him off.
“Hello, Kenny,” Tweek says
Kenny gives Tweek a smile and I glare at him. Kenny flips me off and I just flip him off back.
“Did you hear we got a new kid today,” Kenny asks.
“N-new, kid,” Tweek stutters.
A new kid in South Park? That’s stupid. I would never come to South Park let alone think about living here.
“Who would want to move here,” I ask.
“This guy apparently,” Kenny states with a shrug.
I sigh, “what a pain,” I say, “let’s go to class.”
I pull Tweek away from Kenny.
“See you in Math Tweek,” Kenny shouts.
Tweek goes to say the same but I give him a little pull and he gasps.
We walk to Tweek’s English class hand in hand. Tweek is going on and on about this new kid and it’s really pissing me off.
“What if the new kid is some secret spy here to kill me or maybe he’s here to kill ALL of us, NGH,” Tweek tries to remove his hand but I hold it tight.
“This new guy isn’t here to kill anyone Tweek,” I say.
“Ngh, what if-.”
“No what if’s. He’s just some normal kid,” I state, “he probably won’t even say one word to you.”
“T-true,” Tweek squeeze my hand, “What if he does?”
“Flip him off,” I deadpan.
“Craig! That’s rude!”
“You asked for my opinion,” I shrug.
I stop in front of Tweek’s Chemistry class. He looks inside then at me. He is shaking a bit is I roll my eyes.
“You’re fine,” I say and kiss him on the lips, “See you in math.”
“O, ngh, kay,” Tweek lets go of my hand and walks into the classroom.
I sigh and walk down the hall with my hands in my pocket. I sigh and think about this new kid. We rarely get new kids which is weird. Who would want to come to stupid old South Park? I certainly wouldn’t want to come here.
I sigh again.
History is boring. Who wants to learn about boring stuff? I mean it would be more interesting if it wasn’t being forced down my throat. I’d rather learn about it on my own time rather than sit in a stupid classroom with stupid people and a stupid teacher. School sucks.
I walk into my math class where Kenny and Tweek sit. Kenny is talking to Tweek. He seems to be trying to calm Tweek down or something.
I walk up to the two and sit in front of Tweek.
“Tweek,” I ask. “You okay?”
Tweek twitches before turning to me. He shakes his head and is shaking. I grab his hand and he holds it tightly.
“What’s wrong babe,” I ask.
“The, Ngh, new kid is in my class,” He says.
“Okay,” I say slowly, “And?”
“He’s was sitting next to me,” Tweek shouts.
I give him a look of confusion. Why is Tweek freaking out? I mean it’s not like the new kid is here to kill him or something. There were probably no other seats, so he chose to sit next to Tweek. Tweek probably saw it as some sign that he’s done for.
“He’s not going to kill you Tweek,” I say as I roll my eyes.
“Ngh,” Is all Tweek says before gulping down his coffee.
“Come, on Tweek,” I say, “You’ll be fine.”
“R-right,” Tweek stutters.
Lunch consists of stupidity. Kenny, Kyle, and Stan are talking about stupid stuff I don’t really care about, Cartman is being Cartman, and Token is talking with the rest.
I turn to Tweek who’s eyes are darting around the lunch room. I sigh and wrap an arm around Tweek. He looks at me and twitches a bit.
“Really, Tweek,” I say, “He’s not going to hurt you or kill you or whatever terrible things you are thinking.”
Tweek doesn’t respond but Kenny does, “Tweek said he was flirting with him.”
“Kenny,” Tweek shouts.
“What,” I ask in shock and turn to Tweek.
“He was, not,” Tweek starts to shake and twitch.
“Tweek told me he came straight up to him and called him beautiful,” Kenny states and Tweek glares at Kenny.
I feel my blood boil. Someone flirted with MY boyfriend. Oh, they are done for. Tweek is mine.
“Why didn't you tell me this,” I ask.
“I didn’t want you to, worry,” Tweek says.
I roll my eyes, “Right. Like watching you twitch and freak out isn’t making me worry.”
“Ngh, sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I say, “Why don’t we go to my house and we can play with Stripes and watch Red Racer.’
“Okay,” Is all Tweek says.
After school, Tweek and I go to my house. Tricia is in the living room but is too entranced in her TV show. We wander up to my room where Stripes #4 is waiting. Tweek instantly walks up to him and takes him out of his cage.
I watch as Stripes crawls around Tweek and Tweek give a small smile. Stripes squeak as he moves around before settling in Tweek’s lap.
A small smile creeps on my face as I stare at the two things I love the most in this world.
I move over to Tweek who is resting his back against my bed. I sit next to him with our shoulder touching.
While Tweek pays attention to Stripes, I pull up Red Racer. We sit like this for a while just watching the show and playing with Stripes.
My thoughts wander to this new kid. What does he look like? I bet he’s ugly looking. I bet he’s some guy who thinks he’s cool but really isn’t. Maybe he’s just some normal guy that I can just beat up and tell to stay away from my Tweek. Hm…
“So, this new kid,” I say which catches Tweek’s attention, “Who is he?”
“His, his name is Derek Trevino,” Tweek says, “Apparently, his parents died, and he had to move here to be with his grandparents.”
“What does he look like,” I ask.
“He has Blond hair, blue eyes. He, ngh, very muscular,” Tweek says.
Blond hair? Blue eyes? Muscular?
“Is he hot?”
“NGH! What with all these questions,” Tweek asks as he pulls on his hair, “This is way too much pressure.”
I reach for Tweek’s hands and pull them out of his hair, “Sorry, just wondering.”
“Why, did you want to know,” Tweek asks.
I pause and shake my head. I don’t want Tweek to think I’m worried about this guy or something. I am not worried about this blonde hair, blue eyed, muscular guy. I have no reason to be. Tweek is loyal to me and loves me. There’s no way he’ll take Tweek from me. Nope, no way.
“No reason,” I say, “Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”
Tweek nods and we head down to my kitchen. My parents aren’t home, they left a little while ago, so it’s just the three of us.
I turn the stove on and grab a box of spaghetti.
“Took you long enough,” Tricia says, “I’m starving.”
“You could have made yourself something,” I reply.
“Mom doesn’t let me after the mac and cheese accident,” She huffs.
“Right,” I say.
As I make the spaghetti, Tweek and Tricia chat. They seem to get to know each other better. They don’t seem to hate each other. One time, Tweek even let Tricia brush his hair. I was not jealous.
Once the food is done and we eat, I drag Tweek back to my room. I switch into some lounge pants and leave my chest bare. Tweek does the same but wears a dull green T-shirt.
We crawl into bed. I have Tweek resting in front of me with his back to my chest and my feet entangled with his. My arms wrap around his waist and pull him closer to me. I rest my head in the crease of his neck and smirk.
I bit down lightly on his neck and Tweek shouts, “NGH! CRAIG!”
I chuckle and move my mouth to his ear to whisper into it, “Night Tweek.”
Tweek huffs, “Night Craig.”