Hi guys! This is the one-shot (but split into four parts) Creek I uploaded to tumblr (jewish-daywalker*tumblr*com), but my friend convinced me to put here so here I am~

The bitter wind whipped at his face that was exposed and blew the stings of his chullo and hair that poked out from under it. He didn't feel cold, his new letterman and the hoodie he wore under it kept him warm enough. And it was supposed to warm up later any way, so Craig wasn't worried about it.

He trudged through the small amount of snow that had fallen last night as he made his way to the school.

Despite the fact that there was school today and all that, Craig was in a pretty good mood. It was Friday. Tomorrow there's a party at Token's that everyone's looking forward to. He and Tweek were going to be there with all of the regular guys.

Tweek.

Craig hated dramatics, he hated being extremely sappy about unnecessary shit, except Stripe of course who was still kicking, but there was something about the coffee drinking blonde that made him want to throw all that hatred out the window and just bury the kid in it. It was weird, and, as of lately, he wanted to do it more and more. And most of the time it was Craig acting on a whim.

Now, normally this would be okay, especially because their friends don't even bat an eye at their, specifically Craig's, silly actions. But, technically it wasn't, because Craig and Tweek, though an item to other people, were still not official, still only fake dating.

It should have stopped ages ago, back when they were in elementary and they figured out the whole thing was done with PC principal and the ads, but Craig didn't fucking care about all that. He thought Tweek was cool, he liked hanging out with him. And fuck he hated the idea of people pressuring him and Tweek to do shit they didn't want to do and didn't want people judging them anymore than they had to take. Especially because Tweek hated pressure and Craig hated people that put him under that pressure.

So they were still "together" and neither of them, at least to Craig's knowledge, cared about that. It was cool, too. They got to hang out together a lot, which was a great excuse to get to take a friend to those fucked up family get-togethers that his mom liked to drag them to.

Craig sighed and pulled off his chullo, walking into the school and heading to Tweek's locker, which was in a completely different hallway than his. They met up there before classes everyday, something that they just did automatically now, and greeted each other. Sort of like a normal couple right?

Tweek was already there, a coffee cup in his hand and his shoulders were shaking but not like they usually did. Craig frowned as he made his was past some of their friends, nodding at a few of them in his usual greeting.

Tweek noticed him before he could reach him and smiled. The corner of Craig's lips twitched as he tried not to smile himself. But it was hard not to smile at Tweek.

"Hey," Craig gave him a hug, as per the charade, and finally noticed how cold he was. "Jesus, Tweek. Why are you freezing?"

Craig was shrugging off his letterman as he listened to Tweek's stutters. "I…woke up and, ah, thought I was g-going to be late. Hng, so I left qu-quickly and forgot some stuff!"

"But you remembered your coffee?" Craig smirked, of course Tweek would forget his jacket and the beanie he always wore, everything really, but his coffee.

There was a small blush growing on Tweek's cheeks as he looked down at his coffee. He gripped his coffee with both hands and sipped at it, his thumbs playing with the top of his travel mug.

Craig shook his head and threw his jacket over Tweek's shoulders before taking his cup, "You can wear that then. Put it on."

"B-but! You, gah, you just got th-this! You should b-be, hng, wearing it."

He shrugged, keeping the coffee out of Tweek's reach while Tweek tried to give him back his jacket. "You're not getting this back until you put on the jacket."

"You're, ah, lying."

Craig rose an eyebrow as Tweek glared at him then smirked, holding the coffee cup above his head so Tweek couldn't reach it. "Try me."

Tweek frowned, his eyes moving from Craig's smirk to the coffee above his head. "Fine!" Tweek grumbled, shoving his arms into the puffy sleeves of the blue and green jacket. The jacket was a little big on Tweek, probably because Craig was taller and bigger than Tweek, and it looked like the jacket seemed to swallow him. Tweek huddled in the jacket, the sleeves covering his hands up to the knuckles of his fingers. Craig smiled, handing him his coffee. Tweek didn't even bother to push the sleeves out of the way as he took the coffee back.

Craig stuffed his chullo in Tweek's locker and put his arm around his shoulders, closing the locker door. "Come on, we should get to homeroom."

It was easy to talk to Tweek; he was the only one that Craig cared about talking to on a daily basis. So it was easy to talk to him as he tried to ignored all the stares they were getting from people around them. Most of the time, no one cared about them because their relationship was old news, but there were the occasional people, mainly girls, who would like to gawk at them as they walked down that hall.

"Aw, that's so cute!"

"Tweek looks so small in the jacket."

"Because it's Craig's."

"He gave him his letterman?"

"Didn't he just get it?"

"Oh my god, he just got it and he gave it to Tweek?"

"That is so sweet!"

Tweek huddled further into the jacket, his hands still wrapped around his coffee as he tried to burn a hole through the lid. "It's, ah, funny how they st-still stare at us, huh?"

Craig shrugged, tightening his arm around Tweek's shoulder to keep from shaking. He knew Tweek hated all this attention. "I think it's just because you forgot your beanie today."

Tweek giggled, one of his hands coming up to run through his hair. "Yeah, it's rare t-to see, gah, my hair huh?"

"For others maybe," Craig grinned and buried his face in Tweek's hair playfully, smelling the coffee that seemed to be imbedded in his system.

Tweek laughed and elbowed Craig as they walked into homeroom. They sat down in their desks and continued talking as others continued to file in and, thankfully, no one bothered them. "So are feeling warmer?"

Tweek nodded, starting to pull off one of the sleeves. "Y-yeah, thanks, man."

Craig shook his head, "Nah, keep it on. Looks good on you."

He didn't realize what he had said until he heard some of the girls who were eavesdropping cooed at what he had said. He could feel his cheeks heat up slightly, but ignored it, still smiling at Tweek, who shrugged the jacket back on and huddled further in it.

He wasn't lying when he said that, and wasn't saying it for say. But Tweek must have thought it because he let it go without saying anything about it.

The day went by slowly, and Craig hated it. He wanted nothing more than for eighth period to happen so they could get issued their uniforms for the season and then go home and maybe chill with Tweek for a while. Craig kind of hated school at times. Most of the time, he was fine, but he was in a town of idiots and something crazy always managed to happen.

And apparently today was one of those days where he just had to have something happen to him.

Christophe, the fucking asshole in his grade that also managed to be on the baseball team with him, just loved firing Craig up. Part of the reason was because he was the better shortstop than the French asshole, who now played in the outfield.

So there was a small argument about uniform numbers and a spat about stupid things like the sweats uniforms and bags and bats, all started by that asshole being a complete prick.

Craig was already pissed off and looking forward to a chill night of movies or video games. There was no way shit could get any worse.

He shut his locker quickly and began making his way to Tweek's locker, huffing slightly. Stupid for being so fired up over something so fucking stupid.

And it only got worse when he saw Christophe standing at Tweek's locker and talking to Tweek.

He didn't even bother worrying about what was being said because whatever that dick was saying was irrelevant to him leaving with Tweek.

"Hey, Tweek. Are you ready?"

Tweek looked up at him, his mouth opening to respond, but Christophe interrupted him. "We are in zee middle of something," he said with a glare. Craig and Christophe stared at each other for a few moments, Tweek glancing back and forth between the two of them as if they were a ticking time-bomb.

"So, mon chéri, as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted…" Christophe shot another glare at Craig and looked back at Tweek. "Are you going to ze party with someone?"

Tweek looked confused for a second before glancing at Craig, "Uh…yes?"

"Ah, what a shame, no?" Christophe grabbed Tweek's hand and kissed it.

It's like the world froze. Tweek was in front of him, shaking but not moving. Christophe was grinning as he pulled away from Tweek's hand, his eyes flitting to Craig. And Craig was seeing red.

Craig snarled, taking hold of Tweek's hand and glaring at Christophe's disgusting smirk before dragging Tweek away.

He was angry, furious, fucking livid at what had just happened. He ignored everything around him and continued his angry march in the directions of his house, disregarding the weather and forgetting that he only had a hoodie on in the snow that was falling around them.

But he didn't fucking care. He just wanted to get as far away as he could from that fucking French asshole.

Eventually, Craig was in front of his house and he was dragging Tweek up the stairs, ignoring his mom who called out to them, barely hearing Tweek stutter out a greeting.

They made it to his room. Craig walked Tweek over to his bed and, despite his anger, guided Tweek by the shoulders gently to sit on his bed before walking over to his door and closing it.

It was quiet for a few moments, neither of them saying anything. Craig looked at Tweek and saw him twitching slightly, his cheeks red and his hands moving in his lap.

"Why did you let him talk to you like that?"

Tweek looked up at him, "L-like what?"

Craig tried not to loose it. What did he mean like what? He knew exactly what Craig was talking about! He also knew Christophe hated Craig. Why else would he do fucking shit like this? "Like that! Like- like you're single or something! Like I don't matter!"

He watched as Tweek's eyebrows furrowed, his cheeks puffing slightly as he thought about what Craig was saying. "I wa-wasn't though. He…ah, he knows I'm w-with you."

What the actual fuck? Tweek was supposed to side with him, not that fucktard. He was supposed to agree with Craig and fucking mock that asshole the next time he even glanced their way. How could he not see what that dick was even doing?

Tweek was his boyfriend. Not fucking Christophe's…figuratively.

"Tweek, you can't do shit like that," Craig growled, glaring at the smaller blonde.

Tweek returned the gaze, an angry frown set on his features, "D-do what exactly? Talk to other people? Is th-that what you're talking about?"

"No!" Craig nearly stomped his foot down where he stood. He watched Tweek play with the sleeve of his jacket, his baseball letterman. It was part of the whole act, right? Craig gives Tweek his letterman to wear because its sweet and romantic…but it's an act.

Then why does it please him to see Tweek wearing it?

Because in high school, it was like a claim on someone. And something about that made Craig enjoy seeing Tweek in it. Everyone could see that Tweek and him were a thing, that no one, not even fucking Christophe could stake a claim.

Tweek glared. "So I'm your boyfr- friend when it's convenient?"

"Well how am I supposed to know when you're serious? We're not really dating. How do I know you're not going to do something with him? Especially when he's just so open about being into you when he knows you're with me…even if it's fake."

Tweek looked as if he had been slapped. He gripped the edge of the jacket and stared at the floor for a second before looking back at Craig. "Look. I get that we're to- together in a sense. When I commit, I commit. I'm not going to ch- gah, cheat on you!"

Tweek's expression was hard for a moment as he and Craig stared at each other, before he sighed, "Y-you really do have spikes, huh?"

He shook his head and turned away from Craig before standing up and making his way to the bedroom door. "I'll see you at the party tomorrow dude."

Craig watched him leave, glaring at the door. Normally, he would go after him. Craig hated when they fought because it was stupid to fight when they weren't actually together. Especially when they fought about couple things, which only seemed to be occurring a lot more lately because of Craig, and it always had him going after Tweek and apologizing for being stupid because they were just friends.

But there was no way he was going after him this time. He wanted to hit something, wanted to take his bat to Christophe's legs and never let him even look at Tweek again.

"Fuck!" Why the fucking hell did Craig even fucking care about this shit? Tweek wasn't even his actual boyfriend. And by the way this was going, he wasn't even going to be his friend either. He should be running out after Tweek like he usually did, and try to fix it…or actually break up.

The thought of breaking up with Tweek actually made him sad, and the thought of not being friends with him after all of this made it even worse. Why was he being such a jerk, making a complete ass of himself?

Craig knew Tweek. The guy was loyal as hell, and in all the time that they've been faking their relationship, he had never once thought that he would…um, cheat on him. Not until Christophe actually started acting like a complete shit…more so than usual that is.

Craig growled again and grabbed his bat, making his way to the backyard and the tee he set up back there. Now would be a great time to practice his form and release some steam.