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Tweek is… his boyfriend. Apparently. From now.
And they can hug and hold hands and... And stay together more, and no one questions it! Because it's normal now.
Their interactions all started from a fight in third grade that Cartman had set-up because he sucks. They both had ended up beating each other first at school and then for a second time, at the hospital. He found out fights are less funny if the other resists. Also, it would be a lie to negate that it surprised him that Tweek was so strong.
Tweek stayed away from him for a month. Craig simply ignored the other until his pride returned and he was able to approach new people again, without wanting to explode at the very least.
After that they started talking slightly more. Then a little more. Then some more. Then more and more and more . Until they considered each other friends.
And… he liked being friends with Tweek. The boy almost seemed crazy sometimes but he was also funny and very kind. Craig admired him. Tweek seemed to be friends with everyone in the school despite his anxious nature. Yet he never joined a group. Preferring to be by himself instead.
But that's not the point. Or, kinda.
Craig likes him.
Not in a gay way of course. He just thinks Tweek is… interesting. The boy always has some sort of story to tell from his overworked brain, and despite how absurd they may seem, most of the time it's the truth.
He's also very active. But not in sports, well… also in sports. But more so in a way that he can't stay still. If Craig can look at the ceiling without moving for a good fifteen minutes on a random Thursday. Tweek wouldn't be able to do so even if his life was on the line.
But it's not exactly like that… he just, can't avoid putting effort in something at all times. Usually it's moving, other times it's with his brain coming up with 5 wild scenarios a second. Other times both.
Sometimes it's with his button-up, playing with the buttons and the hem of the shirt. Sometimes it's with his hair, pulling it. Sometimes it's dragging his hand across his face to simply do something. Other times it's with a fidget spinner in his hand, where he focuses on it and other fifty things at the same time.
But on some rare occurrences, which became more common as the time went on, it's with Craig's left hand, or right hand, if we wanna be picky.
They were hanging out at the blonds house the first time it happened. He still isn't sure if Tweek was aware of what he was doing. Of his actions. Sometimes he doesn't notice rolling around on the ground but then he'd notice if something even slightly bushes his cheek. It's a gamble honestly.
When they were relaxing on the sofa after finishing a game, Tweek grabbed his hand while watching the random soap-opera that happened to be on tv at the time.
Like it was natural. He started tapping at a specific beat on each of his fingers. Then he started moving it as if it were a doll. After that he simply moved it left and right. Sometimes almost hurting Craig when bending his finger or wrist too much, or digging his nails in his hand. But it never hurt, just stung a little. Tweek always changed what he was doing before hurting.
He let the boy do his thing. Not daring to pull back or even move.
He never pointed it out, but he couldn't focus on the tv. Too hyper aware of every single touch his hand received and every move.
After that, whenever they were next to each other Tweek would reach for his hand and start fidgeting with it. When he felt like it Craig would even offer it for the blond to take. Sometimes he'd just stop and they'd end up holding hands. Craig wasn't sure what to do in those cases, it's weird, he doesn't hate it, but neither likes it. It's odd.
It's strange for two boys to be holding hands, but he never said anything about what Tweek was doing before. So it'd be stupid to start complaining now.
So they started acting closer to everybody else, and everyone knows how much gossip is loved around here. But Tweek wasn't in his group so spending time together and holding hands was... Odd, yet whenever someone would ask he'd say 'Tweeks my friend.' In a monotone voice and ignore them if the haldholding was pointed out.
So he started pulling away from it, even when the boy needed to fidget, so no more beats were tapped onto his hand. A beat each finger and then going back. It left a lingering touch. But no more. Tweek began to be a little more frantic every time Craig didn't let the boy take his hand. He felt guilty but kept doing it. The boy could go back to pulling at the hem of his shirt after all.
So it went back to before.
As if nothing ever changed. As if he and Tweek never had the fight.
It seemed the gossip had stopped.
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"Hey guys, we have been getting to know some of the Asian girls. Who have introduced us to an art style called," Wendy gave a genuine sweet smile directed at him.
"Yaoi."
And everything seemed to go downhill from there.
Everyone thought he was gay. His father started ignoring him. All the kids and adults started watching him. And Tweek… Tweek was trying so hard to make them still talk. It hurt. He came to his house and…
…
He told Tweek to go away. The boy did as he was asked.
His friends think he's gay, his father doesn't wanna talk to him, his mom is giving him pity looks, he failed Tweek and Stripe is at a check up at a vet.
Everything became just too much.
So he took his headphones. Closed the windows and the door. And listened to music while on his bed. To at least calm his nerves.
Is this how Tweek feels all the time? He questions himself. But he's at least able to talk. To run, to do something. I can't do anything. I don't even know what to do.
He holds on his left hand tightly with his right, and unconsciously taps the beat of the current song while lulling himself in a sense of security.
Fuck this sucks.
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And now. They're on his sofa, being gay gay not fake gay. And they're boyfriends.
Everything is fine.
He's not sure what he feels. He doesn't know. But he knows that whatever is better if he's with Tweek.
Today they had lunch at the Tuckers, went to the Black mansion, done LARPing with friends (not cartman) and now they're back at his house, leaning on his bed playing shitty videogames.
And… Tweek robbed him of his hand, again, he has fidget spinners, Craig is sure of it, he always has some laying around just for the blond.
And yet.
The hyper-energetic boy is talking about another conspiracy, despite that, Craig feels a lot calmer than when he uses his headphones, it seems stupid looking at how frantic his companion is. But it's the truth. It's new. But not unwelcome. It's nice.
He's not sure if this counts as giving his hand in sacrifice or as holding hands, even if it's simply Tweek holding his fingers with both hands.
It's calming knowing that Tweek is there just being himself. Either tapping a beat that Craig learned to recognise or a new one. The cold touch that was once chilling now became usual.
The world slowly starts feeling less and less, a little blacker each second until he's sucked into a dream about UFOs.