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Tweek Tweak was a thin, scrawny, twitchy teenager. Well, there were many adjectives to describe him. He had wild blonde hair, bloodshot eyes and hands covered with Band-Aids from his bad habit of picking at his skin. Extremely anxious, you wouldn’t wanna be near him Everyone felt weirded out by him, maybe even a bit disgusted. Most people ignored him, some talked behind his back, others were cruel.
‘Tweaker’ was the nickname they gave him, I mean, what would you expect from these immature motherfuckers. It’s high school, not a cheesy rom-com.
Poor kid, everyone’s an asshole. Anyway, moving on.
Then there was Craig. Craig Tucker. A raven-haired Peruvian boy with the prettiest golden eyes you’ll ever see. Then again, he wears a stupid fucking chullo that covers half of his hair. He also has a really bad habit of flipping people off. Girls swoon over him. We can’t really blame them, you would too.
Now, imagine if these two polar opposites met.
Craig’s friends have been nagging him about getting a girlfriend since high school started, well, especially Clyde who’s a huge Casanova. Last week he was dating Red, and now he’s dating Bebe. And now he thinks his whole friend group should get a girlfriend.
And since the gang found out that Craig was gay? Clyde, Tolkien and Jimmy have thought hard about who they could matchmake their bitchy friend with. And of course, they had the brilliant idea of trying to get him with Tweek out of all people.
The coffee-scented wild-haired blonde. The one that keep twitching every three minutes and who could be mistaken for a bleached raccoon.
Craig hated coffee.
And he wondered if his friends were genuinely out of their mind or if they’d hit their heads against a wall. Maybe both, or they ended up just like Jimmy.
They decided that getting Craig a boyfriend was a collective mission, and they chose Tweek.
Now Jimmy was pushing Craig towards the blonde boy with one of his crutches. “C-c-come on, Craig. A-a-at least try t-t-talking t-to him.” Jimmy chuckled.
Craig groaned, attempting to retreat until Tolkien and Clyde trapped him in place.
“You’re not going anywhere, buddy.” Tolkien snickered while Clyde shoved Craig forward one last time, making him stumble until Tweek noticed the shadow looming behind him.
Tweek slowly turned his head, expecting another asshole trying to nag him.
Instead, he found a raven-haired boy that was standing behind, now staring right at him. Maybe a bit too intensely for Tweek’s liking.
Tweek had seen him somewhere, he couldn’t remember. He vaguely remembered them having physics classes together.
What was his name again? Craig? Crayola? Croque? Eh, it doesn’t matter at the moment
Assuming he could be named after a french sandwich is foul…
“What do you-ngh-want?” Tweek asked defensively, before his neck twitched involuntarily.
“Hello.” Craig muttered.
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