AN/ What can i say about this? Im on holiday and all i can think about is creek, im supposed to be enjoying myself! Oh but i am, because ive never had more fun writing, and i can tell you most of the stuff in this story (which will be about 15 chapters) has actually happened. And there may be a bit of song fiction in it. Please enjoy it and reveiw, they mean the absolute world to me :D

This is the hard part.

"N-no! Fuck off, I'm not getting on that metal coffin!" Cries Tweek, yes, the hard part, getting him on the plane or ¨metal coffin¨. We managed to convince him to join us to Cancun for 2 weeks. By us, I mean me, Clyde and Token. Tweek hates lots of stuff, especially planes, in his opinion, if humans were meant to fly we would have wings. Its a valid point, but flying is in fact safer than driving and Tweek loves car journeys.

"Come on Tweek! This is final call!" Yells Clyde, as he tugs on Tweek, attempting to pull him off of that post he was clinging so tightly on too, "Damn it twitch! Get," tug, "Off," tug, "The post!" tug. Okay, that is really starting to look inappropriate.

"No Clyde! I shouldn't have come, ill just ring my mum and go home! T-this was a bad idea." I watch as Clyde continues to tug on Tweek, who still manages to hand onto that post with one hand as he dials his mum. Im not getting on that plane without him, Clydes and asshole and Token is too mellow, Tweek is the only decent person in my life. So, I do the only thing I can think of, I grab his phone and smash it into a million tiny pieces. My 3 friends look at me shocked, well its more of a "you just broke my best friends $600 dollar iphone" look, desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

"C-craig!" He gasps, finally letting go of the post, causing Clyde to fly backwards into a wall.

"Get on the plane, now." I order. He lets out a small whimper and pulls out his passport and boarding pass. Me, Clyde and Token follow him to the desk where he hands his stuff in.

"Thank god for that!" Token sighs relieved. I feel bad now, I didn't want to break his phone, its the only way I could get his attention. Well now I know where my life savings are going.

"Y-you guys owe me, big time." He mumbles, dragging his suitcase down the narrow hall.

"Its only a 3 hour flight, you'll be just fine!" Reassures Clyde.

"Agh!" I crash into the back of Tweek, I was too caught up thinking about how shitty this holiday is going to be, even with Tweek coming.

"Tweek, sweetie, you have to climb up the stairs, other people have to get on." I ask, nudging him slightly. He sighs and gets starts to climb on.

I follow him on board, and guess where he sits? Right in the middle, right by the window, right by the emergency escape. Figures. So I take a seat next to him, in the middle.

"Are you sure you wanna sit by the window Tweekers?" I ask, leaning over to pull the shutter down. Its probably best he doesn't look out the window.

"Yes, why? You want to take my spot, so you can get off the plane first when it starts to burn?!"

"No, stay there then, what do I care."

"Hey guys." Announces Token, sitting by the aisle. The seats are only in threes, so wheres Clyde?

"Token, wheres Donovan?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. Token stands up and gestures to the back, and there he is, snuggly sandwiched between two hot spanish chicks. Luckily for those girls, Clyde cant speak Spanish, so there safe from his cheesy pick up lines.

After about 20 minutes of being sat on a cramped sweaty airplane, and listening to safety instructions in a different language, that weird little car starts to move the plane. At last.

"GAH!" Shouts Tweek as the plane slowly moves back onto the runway. Hes not normally this jumpy, in fact, hes really calmed down over the past 5 years.

"Tweek its fine, the cars just putting us on the runway." Token adds.

"I dont wanna go on the runway, I wanna get off!" Hes cries, tugging on the seatbelt to get it as tight as physically possible. And people are starting to look. If he gets louder they'll sedate him, or take us all off the flight. So once again I do all I can to keep him on the plane,

"If it helps Tweek, grab my hand, and squeeze as tight as you want, I don't care." I offer. In fact, I care a lot. I care about Tweek and how he feels. Not to my surprise he immediately takes up that offer and grabs my left arm, burying his face into it. I feel, kinda, happy with him here. Usually Token would make a witty remark about how gay I am, but so long as Tweek isn't shouting obscenities, I think he can learn to appreciate me for once.

"C-Craig im scared..." He whispers to me, however, I think everyone already knows.

"I know." I say, patting his head. He whimpers. So maybe im not so good at making people feel better, but this is Tweek, so im going to try, "You'll be fine Tweek, and if anything happens, im always here." I say the last part a bit quieter so Token cant hear, apparently being nice is very out of character for me.

"Th-thanks." He replies. Recently Tweeks voice started to break, its adorable, like more adorable than Stripes. Okay. So I may have a tiny crush on the spazz, shout it to the world, write it on the skyline for all I care. Because everyone has that one person they'd go gay for, like Clyde would go gay for Justin bieber. Its the same with me and Tweek.

"Tweek, the planes going to to take off any second, you ready?" I ask.

"No." At that the plane starts to move a little down the runway, and Tweek grabs my hand tighter. My idea has backfired, this kid can grab. The speed increases and in a matter of seconds were climbing up over Colorado. Tweek is now latched onto my entire arm, hugging it tightly and whimpering but hes squeezing my left arm off.

"Look Tweek, the seat belt sign, you can let go now." I state, pointing at the light. But he does the opposite and pulls it tighter, "Look, it wont go any tighter, your not skinny enough."

"But I don't wanna fall out Craig!"

"I don't think that's possible." butts in Token, peering up from a magazine he found somewhere. He has a point, you don't just fall out of the plane for no reason. But in Tweeks head, unicorns can moonwalk and gnomes steal your underpants.

"Nuh uh, im not letting go!"

3 hours later

He said he wasn't letting go, and he didn't for the whole flight, 3 hours. Thats 180 minutes. He didn't let go once. Not even for coffee. I cant feel my arm, do I even have an arm anymore, probably its all sweaty and numb. But we arrived, and the plane didn't crash.

When I arrived in Cancun, I didn't expect to be spending the first hour outside first aid, waiting for Clyde. Who somehow managed to piss off those hot Spanish girls, earning him a black eye. Ladies man my arse. Lets just get this holiday over with.

AN/ Im going to update in a few days (remember i am in Spain) and for the first time i have every last chapter planned to the T. Remember to let me know if you liked it, there will be some epic creeky-ness in this XD