AN:
I do not own South Park; Kyle, Craig or Tweek.
I just own the idea and the feelings put into it.
oh and this story 8D.

Idol Eyes

Craig Tucker wasn't the expected person to have an idol; except perhaps those who showed their faces on Red Racer. Craig wasn't exactly one to respect people with high grades or big-headed emotional egos. No, they were usually his worst enemies. Except maybe Clyde, but he wasn't exactly smart.

"Stop zoning out, Tucker," But then there was that one boy that stayed around him - regardless of his anger issues and his constant bitching remarks toward the other - all the time. "She'll only pick you to answer a question and you'll get sent out again for flipping her off." Even if the boy was a smartass. Too much for his own good.

Craig turned to Kyle Broflovski and smirked slowly. His idol, his little wonder. His superhero - well if he was eight, and not so much of an asshole, he'd admit that.

"I get it Broflovski," He replied, flipping the boy off slowly.

Kyle snorted and rolled his eyes, leaning against Craig and buring his nose back in his book. Craig ignored the shiver that ran up his spine, and hesitantly wrapped his arm around Kyle's middle, pulling him closer; Kyle's back to his arm.

Truth was even though they were supposed to be working but Craig and Kyle finished early - due to Kyle's overactive brain - they decided to "study". Craig reading his notes and looking over drawings Kenny did, and Kyle reading pointless Science facts.

After eighth grade, Craig's group - consisting of himself, Clyde Donovan, Token Black and Tweek Tweak - had become friends with Stan's group - consisting of Marsh himself, Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman and Kenny McCormick. The eight hung around together; well seven, due to the fact Stan was always with Wendy - leaving Craig to fill his shoes for Kyle.

For Kyle.

Craig didn't do things for people. He did them for himself, gaining the pleasure of their misfortune. But when Kyle came to his house at 2AM in the morning, tears down his face and his jacket hanging off of his shoulders, Craig pulled him into a proper hug and rocked him until the boy fell asleep to Craig's words, kisses and soothing hand movements.

The two never spoke of it after; but the other's knew how close the two had gotten. Even Stan knew, but didn't seem to mind all of that much; because he had Wendy.

Craig growled as he petted Kyle's stomach slowly, his usual caressing of Kyle's shirt, feeling the skin underneath. Kyle turned to look at him but Craig shook his head and smiled bravely.

He ... just didn't like Wendy.

She caused so much shit for Kyle, leaving him in the shadow of doubt that one day Stan would never care; and she replaced Kyle so easily. She came to school with evidence of that each day - a smile, bruises of Stan's hands and teeth on her skin; and Stan's smell corrupting her own.

Kyle hated Wendy, which made Craig hate her even more.

Craig didn't mind Stan, though. Because Stan still tried to be with Kyle when he wasn't with Wendy. So as long as there was no hurt that Kyle suffered Craig would be okay with that.

..But then everybody knew not to mess with Kyle. Why? Because Craig would be there answer, and everybody knew that Craig had something for Kyle - even if the supposed know it all of the school didn't see it.

But it wouldn't matter, because even if they joked about love, had their moments of affection - that they did all the time, no awkwardness involved - Craig let himself hurt, rather then Kyle.

His idol.

His.. Kyle.