Tweek Tweak by Lar-lar

Author notes: Heh! Way back when I first got into the south Park fandom again, this was the second fic I wrote. I wrote it for my dear friend kat-thefox to cheer her up and I did so at 2am in about half an hour. I have it up on dA and it is my most popular fic and that just makes me lmao! Anyways, since it's so liked over there, I figured I'd put it up here too. I have a TON of fics there that aren't here, there's a link on my profile page if you wanna take a look.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.

xox

And you're laughing out loud,

At the thought of being alive.

And I was wondering,

Could I just be you tonight?

Could I be you by Matchbox Twenty

xox

( Craig's POV)

You're different from everyone else. I'm not exactly sure how. I think you know that. I don't know if you mind.

I like it.

But that's not all…

I like the colour of your hair.

Like that thick honey Ruby has for breakfast every morning. It always makes me think of your hair. The style too. All over the place and still cool. It suits you.

I like your eyes.

The same colour as the coffee you always drink. I used to think they were that way because of the coffee when I first noticed. I ate all my greens for a month on that theory. I thought green would match coffee better.

I like how tall you are.

Shorter than me, but not too much. You seem to fit with me when I hug you. I can look down and see your smiling face. So beautiful, even if you blush beet-red and hit me for saying so. It's worth it.

I really like your smile.

I like how you listen.

Even when I know you're not interested in what I have to say. You sit and listen and you don't speak until I'm finished. When you do, your words always make me feel better. Doesn't matter what you say. Once you simply said we should get some coffee. That made me smile.

I like how you think.

About people and about things. I don't care if they say you're paranoid. How do they know you're not right? You're honest. You're brave. You're strong. You're everything they say I am without the bad thrown in.

I like how you always find the time.

Even when you're at work and I come to hang out. I get in the way. I annoy and distract you. It stresses you out, I know, but you always put up with it. For me.

I like your hands.

Smaller than mine and always so cold. You need to buy some gloves, your fingers will turn blue and fall off one day. I worry about that sometimes… But it's nice because I get to hold them, to keep them warm.

I like how you make me believe.

That things will get better. That this isn't all there is. That people can be good and kind. And that it doesn't matter if that's all wrong because you will always be there. That I believe you when you say these things. Only you.

I like how you make me feel.

Like I'm important. Like I mean something to at least one person. Like if I died or got sick someone would cry for me. Like I'm not the failure and horrible person they all say I am.

I like the effect you have on me.

You make me feel both strong and weak. Calm and dizzy. In control and wild. You make me think I could be someone. If that's what I wanted.

I like how I can always trust you.

Always.

Really, I think, I just like you.

No, I love you.