I like the fics where Craig totally despises Tweek, but then he's like "OH MY GOD I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU KNACOKSNVKJBWIHQ"
Another multi-chapter?! Where has SPK the one-shot master (haha not) disappeared to? Hmm. I also really love the idea of protecting Butters and Tweek, cause they're his blonde bitches!
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Found
If there is one person that I wanted to punch if the face, it would be Tweek Tweak. Well, it would be Cartman, but Tweek is a very close second. The point is that I really do not like Tweek. I dislike him like the Japanese dislike whales, yeah, that hardcore. He is just always twitching and screaming and jittery and it annoys the fuck out of me. Like right now in science, one of the grueling four classes I share with the twitching asshole, he is practically clawing his hair out in his desk that is in front of me. Ironically, in all the classes I share with him, he is either next to, in front of, or behind me.
He screeches when I kick his desk, and his glowing green eyes peer back at me nervously. I glare at him, and I see his face pale in fear. At South Park High, I am known as the school badass, no one fucks with me, especially not twitchy fucking Tweek. I flip him off and hiss under my breath, "Shut the fuck up, will you?" He nods fearfully and hides his head in his arms, attempting to stay still. It's kind of pathetic because he can only manage to be still for about three seconds before a shudder rakes through him.
I roll my eyes, and Butters whispers something to Tweek that seems to calm him. Yet another blonde that pisses me off, Butters Scotch. He and Tweek are best friends, probably because they are both nervous and shy all the time. With Butters' knuckle grinding and Tweek's twitching, they make a good match. And then there's Kenny, the fucked up second mother to them both. Kenny is always right behind them, walking them to class and rounding out anyone who dares to so much as sneer in their direction. Kenny may be a whore, but he's a pretty nice guy. I mean, I don't really hate Tweek, I don't think it's possible for someone to hate such an innocent boy, but he just really annoys me.
Butters glances at me from underneath his blonde fringe, and I almost think I see a trace of anger in his eyes. But that can't be right, Butters is never angry. However his stare kind of freaks me out, like that look that people give you when they are imagining beating you relentlessly in the head with a baseball bat. I weakly flip him off and doodle on my paper, drawing aimless sketches across the surface. Ever since about fifth grade, I've kept all my drawings in a big binder. Even though the doodles are kind of shitty, it's fun to flip through the pages and look back. The binder is bursting at the edges with doodles now.
The bell for second period chimes, and I take my sweet time walking to class. For one, P.E. is bullshit, and two, it is again a class I share with Tweek. The first two periods, and last two. I tug on my P.E. tee-shirt, the gray and green one. Even in high school, we are still the South Park Cows. I glance to the left, where Tweek is sitting on the bench and rubbing his eyes. I see fat tears streaming down his cheeks. Kenny walks toward him, a grin on his face. He lifts up Tweek's skinny leg and pushes back the fabric of his P.E. shorts, revealing a bleeding cut in his knee. Tweek's knees are always plastered with band-aids, most likely because the little spaz is falling all the time.
Kenny sticks the bandage on his knee and uses a tissue to wipe Tweek's face of tears. Tweek looks kind of cute, sitting there and crying like a little boy, waiting for his mommy to fix his boo-boo. Wow, did I really just think that? What. The. Fuck. I bang my head against the lockers, smirking when Tweek yelps and huddles closer to Kenny. Well, I have to admit, Tweek really is cute, and I'm sure everyone would agree with me despite themselves. His pale skin that flushes all the time, his bright green eyes, always round and shinning, his skinny little frame and the way his sweater is a size to big and his pants are a size too small.
I feel weird; thinking of other people thinking Tweek is cute beside me. Holy mother of sweet Jesus, I am jealous. I think I need to go home, like right now. "Mr. Morgan! I need to see this nurse!" I practically scream at the coach. He looks taken aback, but agrees, suspicious about my outburst. And he's not the only one, while Tweek looks out-right confused, Kenny is giving me a knowing smirk. Oh fuck, he knows. I try to look anywhere but at Kenny and Tweek as coach is writing my pass, but my gaze strays. Kenny's smirk grows even cockier, god he's an asshole. He leans over and whispers something to Tweek.
"J-JESUS NO W-WAY!" Tweek shouts, blushing hotly. I try not to think of what Kenny could have said to him.
"Mr. Tweak, why don't you go with Tucker to the nurse, you look like you have a fever," Mr. Morgan says, concerned for the skinny boy. Kenny laughs loudly as Tweek nervously follows me through the gym doors, staying close behind me. I spin on my heel and press him against a wall. He screeches loudly, and I hurriedly hush him, feeling my face heat up from being so close. He clamps his mouth shut and pretends to zip it up. OH MY GOD HE IS SO FUCKING CUTE DEAR GOD! I rest my head on his shoulder, my hands still clamping his wrists against the wall, reveling in the cuteness.
"Gah! C-Craig, are you okay?" Tweek asks, squirming slightly against my hold. I sigh and release him, stepping away. When my body moves away from his I suddenly feel cold. He blushes. "A-are y-you going to t-the nurses office, C-Craig?" I nod, following him into the stuffy, tiny room full of sick kids. We still had the nurse with the dead fetus on her head, but it's no big deal now. We've seen crazier shit. She takes Tweek's temperature, which is normal, and sends him back to class, then raises an eyebrow at me.
"What's wrong Mr. Tucker?" she asks, writing something down in her notebook. I roll my eyes and ask to use the phone. I call my house, and my mother answers, she's pissed, but agrees to come pick me up. Ruby is sitting in the front seat, glaring at me irritably. Shit, they must be on their periods. I get in the car and rest my head against the window, relishing in the cool glass against my skin. When I get home Ruby corners me with one of her looks.
"Who is it, you've got that stupid look on your face," she says, crossing her arms. When she does that I know she won't take no for an answer. I look away.
"Spaz," I mumble under my breath. Her mouth drops open and she backs up, strangled sounds and laughter coming from her throat. I shut my door, but I still see her double over in laughter. Great, even my sister thinks I'm a Dumbshit. God, I am so fucked.
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Next chapter soooooooon.