South Park Fan fiction

Decaf ~part 5, final chapter

Warning: This is a Creek (CraigxTweek) story. There will be mention of other pairings but I will be sticking to the one I previously mentioned.

There will be chapters that will be rated M. And I would like to mention that I have no idea where I'm going with this...

PS. If anyone has any requests or ideas, please message me! I really appreciate it.

Craig.

"Tweek, relax, okay?" I tried to calm him down, but he was right; this was actually A LOT of pressure on him.

"AREYOUCRAZY?" He said all too quickly. "What will ngh Kenny say? Or do!" He squealed.

"If he tries anything, I'll make sure he dies for the last time." I growled into his ear and he giggled, which was all too cute for my pants to handle.

"Why did you, ngh, make me take this ngh th-thing with me?"

I had almost forgotten about the guitar case he was carrying on his back. It's just that he looked so natural like that; so at ease.

This morning I had practically forced him to take the instrument with him to school. He was in a rush so he didn't really notice when I slung it over his own shoulder.

"Because nobody knows you can play." I said even though I knew he was going to argue.

"Agh, so?"

"You play amazingly! People should know! It's so cool!"

I sounded like an excited schoolgirl.

"Not really..." He mumbled silently.

I came to a dramatic halt in my steps and Tweek took a few more before panicking for about 2 seconds and then realising I was behind him.

"C-Craig? Agh, is something wrong?"

I closed the small distance between us with a tight hug.

"You have a lot to offer Tweekers; you just have some confidence issues is all." I said into his jagged tangles of hair.

He broke our hug and looked up to me with an arched eyebrow. I decided to repeat the phrase in my mind but I didn't really find what was wrong with it. Had I treated him like a child or something?

"W-well Craig, it agh seems to me that y-you have some ngh insecurities yourself!" He pointed out in a low but rapid tone.

My eyebrows shot up and my eyes widened as much as his. He must have seen me reacting because he instantly clamped him hands over his lips.

I chuckled and slung my arm around him awkwardly since he also had a full sized guitar on his back.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked in a fake hurt voice and pouted.

He giggled. "Well, y-you obviously ngh have some kind of problem expressing yourself." He said and tugged and his shirt, making a button fly off.

"Huh?" Okay, now I was dead serious; what was he talking about?

"Um, I read about this. You have AGH trouble expressing yourself with words...so you flip people the bird instead." He explained very slowly, trying to keep his voice stable and even.

I considered this for a second and being my asshole self, I decided it was completely wrong and came up with a solution.

I flipped him off.

"AGH SEE?" He yelled and I chuckled.

"I don't have trouble expressing myself with words, Tweek. It's just that I don't think anybody is worthy of my words." I said harshly.

We continued walking for a while until I felt the anxiety inside him building up. He obviously wanted to yell and tug and pull; but I refused to let him.

"Except me, r-right?" he asked in all uncertainty.

I smile to myself and then planted a wet kiss on his warm pale cheek.

"Except for you, Tweek."

We walked into the school and were greeted by double takes, gasps, eyeballing, staring and the occasional point-and-whispering.

"Wholly shit! They're going to AGH kill us!" He whispered into his shirt collar, which he had brought up all the way over his nose, leaving his toned stomach exposed.

"Tweekers, that makes no sense. Why are they going to kill us?"

"Ngh, I don't know man! It's just WAY too much pressure!"

His giant green orbs shot from left to right, trying to avoid all the eyes on him, but failing.

We finally made it to our lockers which actually weren't that far away apart. But Tweek's fears came alive when we saw McCormick standing right in front of my twitchy blonde's.

"Oh Jesus! He's right there! AGH, help!" He yelped and grabbed on to my hoodie with one hand and gripped the case's strap with the other. "Maybe I could hit him with my guitar..." he mumbled, but it stopped there because I gave him a look telling him to shut up.

Kenny saw us two together and his eye widened in surprise. He unfolded his arms and unglued himself from the locker he was leaning on. His mouth opened up slightly, like he was going to say something but no words came out. He frowned with a mix of confusion and anger in his eyes and marched straight over to us.

Tweek whimpered and was now gripping me with both hands with his face buried into forearm. It was all for noting though because Kenny didn't even glance towards him; he held his gaze on me and didn't budge as he got closer and closer and soon enough he stood with his nose an inch from mine.

My eyebrows matched his scowl, both my teeth and jaw clenched and an involuntary growl escaped from my throat. I tightened my arm around Tweek and was ready to march away but I was way too taken aback to do so.

Kenny's brows relaxed, his eyes regained that devious glint and his lips curled upwards into that mischievous grin known to belong to the Cheshire cat. He let out a soft teasing chuckle and patted my shoulder as a friendly gesture.

"It's about fucking time, Tucker." He said and glanced at Tweek.

He blew my coffee addict a kiss and skipped away probably getting ready to rape Kyle or something...

I don't care; as long as it wasn't Tweek anymore.

Token.

Since this morning, during class, the whole school had been buzzing about the news concerning Craig and Tweek. Apparently, they had arrived together and Tweek, for some reason, was carrying a guitar case. I was also told that Kenny confronted them but he didn't do anything, although that didn't come to much of a shock to me since I was in on the damn plan.

On the bright side, everything has worked out for the better and there will be no more plans, which means, no more Kenny sneaking into my house, no more riding around secretly in a Jaguar, no more sneaking out at night and no more lying.

After the bell rang, I walked down the corridor to Craig's locker where we usually met. Instead of seeing him and Clyde bickering about something, I found him sitting with a twitch-ball right beside him. In the hands of the blonde was a very fine looking guitar, which he was strumming with ease and calm. Tweek was playing a soft tune as he hummed to it was sounded like 'Broken Strings' by James Morrison. Craig watched him play looking bored but I could tell he wasn't.

"You guys are so cute together." The phrase slipped my tongue but I totally meant it.

Both their heads shot up to look at me; stopping the music and their little moment.

"Craig Tucker is NOT cute." The noirette said in his nasally voice.

I smiled and thought of a somewhat clever reply to that.

"You're right; he's not cute at all." I agreed and paused. "However, Craig Tucker all snuggled up against his adorable guitarist boyfriend, is in fact, very cute." I said and waggled my eyebrows.

Both of Tweek's eyes twitched as his brain processed my words. Craig, on the other hand, just sat there with hooded dark brown eyes. He didn't move at all and remained expressionless. Only his lips moved when he spoke to Tweek, but kept his gazed settled on me at all times.

"Tweek, you really think I should express myself with words better, huh?" He asked his boyfriend.

"W-Well, yeah." He answered, just as confused as I was.

This must have been something they had talked about and that I wasn't in on.

"Token?" He continued.

"Yes?"

"Fuck you." He said.

I was about to give him a questioning look but then understanding came over me: he hadn't flipped me off.

"Better Tweekers?" He asked the blonde who rolled his eyes and went back to strumming his guitar with a lopsided smile shaping his lips.

I left the happy couple alone after that and went off to see what happened with Clyde and Red. The douche bag didn't even call me or update me on what happened with her so I was very curious to find out. For the record, I WAS the one who paid for the roses.

I walked to my locker since Clyde's was right across it. He usually arrived before me so I was surprised when I didn't see him anywhere in sight. His locker area wasn't completely vacant either; Red was wandering around aimlessly with her head twisting around and letting her eyes scan the Clyde-less hallway. She was trying to look casual and to the eyes of anyone else she'd look kind of suspicious. I, on the other hand, knew who she was searching for.

"He's still not here?" I asked her.

I leaned on my own locker and stuffed my hands into my sweater's pockets.

"Well, I was hoping you'd know." She said with a surprised smile.

"He probably just missed his bus or something. You know Clyde... he does stuff like that."

She chuckled and sat down with her back leaning on the brunette's locker. She crossed her arms over her chest and shivered. God, this school sucked; there was no heating or air conditioning and the halls were so damn narrow, Red and I could have a full conversation without needing to yell. But it was home and I couldn't imagine myself going to any other high school.

"So tell me, what happened exactly? The bastard didn't call to let me know." I was about to slip and say that I bought the flowers but I managed to save myself.

"Oh he just put the flowers on my doorstep, rang the bell and ran to hide." She explained and smiled down to her feet.

"Oh wow." I rolled my eyes. "How romantic and...Original." I was being sarcastic and probably sounding like a horrible friend.

She put her hand to her mouth and giggled. "Yeah, I know but I had already seen him through the window so I called his name and invited him in. He fell out of the bushes...it was real funny." She said.

I threw my head back and laughed. That's hilarious. It was such a Clyde thing to do; try to be mysterious, fail at it and then fall out of the bushes. Well, he was my best friend for a reason.

"Oh God, no way." She suddenly muttered.

I arched and eyebrow and looked at her. She was looking down the corridor with an amused stare. I followed the direction she was staring at and regretted it because no best friend in the world would have wanted to see that.

Clyde with his gelled hair with some strands falling over onto his face. He wore his smoulder and smiled his perfect toothed lopsided, flirty grin. Other people sitting on the ground or walking by him DID, I'm not going to lie, stare as hell.

He wore this tight button up red shirt with the first 3 buttons undone, revealing the smallest hint of strong chest muscles. He had his favourite jeans on; the ones that made his butt look really nice (his words not mine) and his converses.

"C-Clyde?" Red muttered and stared at him with wide eyed admiration.

"Hey babe." He said in a husky tone.

He grabbed onto her hand and pulled her up in one swift, strong pull.

She stumbled a little but supported herself on his chest. She looked up and grinned. They were so cute, almost as much as Craig and Tweek. They were actually two very different couples.

Craig and Tweek were more like; calm stud meets twitchy, paranoid skinny kid and feels the need to protect him. Those two were a very odd pairing, but it was amazing how Craig showed so much attention and emotion to Tweek and none to anyone else.

Clyde and Red on the other hand were the sort of couple you'd see in a movie. Red was the stable, down to earth smart girl who had a strong character. Clyde, the not too bright jock needed her for moral support. It was cute and now I feel like a total pussy for analysing the relationships my best friends were in.

"Hey buddy." Clyde said. I was thankful he broke my train of thought because I was starting to feel like a cross between Oprah and Doctor Phil.

"Dude, I can't believe you fell out of the bushes." I blurted out and didn't even bother suppressing my laughter.

Clyde's grin disappeared and took his bad boy jock look away with it. His husky tone was gone as when he pouted like a child.

"It was an accident! I tripped." He whined.

Red giggled and pinched his cheek. "You're so cute." She cooed and kissed him down right on the lips. He smiled stupidly and his 'sexy' looks returned.

"All right, I'll leave you two alone."

"Where are you going to go?" He asked.

I was sort of happy that he cared.

"Kenny. My friends are both dating someone, his friends are dating each other; I think he could use some help with being around Cartman all day." I joked and left.

Most people would be a little disturbed if they were in my situation. I mean, logically I would feel weird about the fact that my two best friends both have a girlfr-... a significant other, but I was perfectly fine. Honestly, I was. It was about time those two were somewhat happy and doing something with their lives. Besides, I was getting tired of hearing about football...

And in Craig's case about nothing.

Craig.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes to shield my brain from the rest of the world; everything that wasn't Tweek, his guitar and his voice had to go.

He strummed a few more chords and began to sing in a whisper like voice that no one else but me could hear.

"Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City..."

He had such a nice voice, it was amazing. I lay my hand on his as a reflex to tone down the twitching, but he was completely still.

"How do you do that?" That was supposed to be nothing but a thought but the words crawled out my mouth to my despair as I interrupted him and the melody stopped.

"AGH, d-do what?" He twitched wildly and contrasted with the state he was in over 5 seconds ago.

"How come you're so calm when you play?" I asked.

He looked up to me with his giant unnaturally green eyes and blinked rapidly over 7 times. "I-I am?" He was so cute it was ridiculous.

"Yeah, you are." I breathed huskily into his ear and felt a shiver run down his spine. I didn't really feel it per say but, I could see it because he shuddered and shook harder for half a second.

"C-Craig...NGH don't do that! Please AGH!" He grabbed on to the roots of his messy hair with one hand and wrapped his other arm around his waist securely.

I put my hand on the inside of his thigh and rubbed circles on the fabric with my thumb. "Do what?" I breathed on his cheek, my lips brushing against the pale soft skin.

"AGH THAT!" He yelled and tried to push my face away as gently as possible. Even if he used all of his force, I doubt he could ever hurt me...physically.

"But why Tweekers?" I teased him and gave him a fake innocent look; I knew exactly why.

"AGH, ngh! I don't- I... it's like...AAGHH." He freaked out and grabbed onto his hair with 2 pairs of 5 slender fingers.

"Okay, Okay, it's all right, calm down, keep playing." I hushed him down and it worked automatically. I sort of took pride in the fact that I was the only one who could tell him to calm down and it actually worked.

He continued to play but unfortunately didn't start singing.

"It's 'cause it makes you hot doesn't it?" I asked in an all calm and even voice.

He missed a chord and the guitar made an unpleasant squeaking noise.

"AGH MAYBE?Nghhhhh!"

"Ssshhh, calm down." I said in a hushed voice and stroked his hair.

"Tweekers, there's so much about you I don't know..." I whispered.

"AGH, really?"

"Yeah like, why are you so calm when you play?"

He started to play the "Hey there Delilah" melody again and his fidgeting stopped. "Honestly, ngh Craig, I don't know, it's just like that." His voice sounded so different when it wasn't embedded with panic and paranoia.

"Right, well, you have a beautiful voice, you know, I've told you before." I said.

"Thanks. So that's all?"

"No... Not really." I grumbled and crossed my arms like a child.

"You okay?" He asked without even looking away from the strings. At this second, he looked like he was the more mature one between us.

"HOW DO U HAVE ABS!"

He stopped playing and arched his eyebrow at me.

"Agh, but your bigger than me!" He squeaked.

"Yeah, I am, I also have a larger muscle mass. I have abs too...but I don't get how YOU have them. You're tiny Tweekers!"

He smiled deviously and his eyes flickered to my abdomen for a second.

"F-Fine, ngh I'll get r-rid of them."

"NO...um, don't. That's okay." I stumbled to keep my cool but as much as Tweek was paranoid, he wasn't stupid. I tried to cover it up kissing him on the cheek and was so thankful when it worked. He smiled at me and drummed his fingers on his guitar. I put my arm around him and he leaned his head on my shoulder. His twitching started again but then died away when I squeezed him tighter.

"No way!"

Both of us were startled from the voice. Tweek stuffed his face into my arm and clutched the fabric. I looked up to see the source and found a very gay Stan and Kyle towering over us.

They stood holding hands, not looking at me or Tweek, but at the guitar.

"You play, Tweek?" Stan asked.

"Um, Y-yeah." The blonde answered, removing himself from my clothes.

"Wow that's cool."

"What do you guys want?" I asked harshly. I know I was ruining the mood, but I really wanted to be alone with him right now.

Kyle hooded his eyes and grinned. I have to admit, that after Tweek, Kyle is the sexiest thing alive. He had wavy auburn hair that fell over his forehead and brilliant green eyes (of course not as nice as Tweek's), he had a lean muscle mass and his smile would make a crowd of Justin Bieber fan girls melt. But, unfortunately for all the girls in the world, he was mad in love with his jock of a best friend.

Ahem...so back to the point; why was he smiling like that?

"Not to be rude, but would you guys happen to be, let's say, dating?" The redhead asked and glance at his boyfriend with a teasing stare. Stan suddenly felt uncomfortable. He played with his semi-emo hair and I could see every huge muscle in his body tense.

"Yes, why?"

Them asking didn't bother me, but it was the way he had asked; as if the concept was funny to them.

"No reason..." Stan grumbled and frowned.

Stan was sort of like Clyde; a huge jock, barely any brains and a smart ass lover. Well, you could say that Stan was a bit smarter than Clyde since he cared about nature and animals and shit. Plus, Kyle tutored him so he was doing pretty well in school as well.

But most of all, they were both childish; they pouted, whined and were mothered by Red or Kyle and in Clyde's case, even sometimes Token.

"Tell me Marsh." I warned and Tweek made a squeaky noise to add to it.

He sighed and reached for something in his back pocket. To be honest, at first I thought he was going to scratch his ass or something but then he took out a 20 dollar bill and handed it to his boyfriend.

"Thank you." Kyle purred and stuffed the money into his own jeans pocket. The Jew strolled off and I would be lying if I said that I didn't stare at his ass, but hey, I looked at Tweek and so was he...and Stan...and the hallway population. Hey, don't judge!

"You lost me 20 bucks." Stan spat at us with a frown. He turned around and took a single step before stopping again. He glanced back at us and smiled.

"Congrats though." He said and ran after his dearest Kyle.

"AGH, I feel so bad man!" Tweek yelled and tugged at his shirt.

"Why?"

"DUDE! We just ngh made Stan lose 20 bucks!"

"Yeah, so?"

"Do you even KNOW how much AGH COFFEE you could buy with 20 bucks!" He went on. Since coffee is worth more than diamonds to Tweek, I can imagine what 20 bucks worth of coffee is like to him.

"All right, look at it this way: We didn't make Stan lose money, we just made Kyle GAIN money. See? It's a good deed." I spoke to him I my patronizing voice. I knew it was wrong to do that but it worked, so I didn't really have much of another choice.

A small 'oh' slipped from his half parted lips and I kissed him gently, determined to capture the small sound...or use that as an excuse to taste him, to make him go unnaturally still.

He didn't need decaf... he needed me.

Tweek.

Best.

School day.

Ever.

The whole day had been going swimmingly. I love Craig! It's amazing how much I adore him! He's what I've been dreaming about for the past year and now it's all real!

Everything today was going well, until 3 o'clock, when Kenny came out of his P.E class with Token following behind.

Craig, Stan, Kyle, Clyde, Red and I were standing together outside the school talking, when rich boy and white boy slowly walked towards us. Kenny wore his regular evil grin but weirdly enough; Token had his hand in a fist that covered his mouth, retaining laughter.

"Hey guys." The blonde said but Token remained silent. He was obviously doing everything not to laugh, but the small choking sounds were escaping his throat and on top of it all, he had tears in his eyes.

"Whoo, is it hot out here or what?" Kenny said. The line totally sounded rehearsed and Token started to laugh a little louder, clamping his hand over his mouth in another desperate attempt to hold it in.

First of all, it wasn't hot. Second, why was Token laughing so much?

"What the hell Ken?" Stan said.

Kenny giggled and unzipped his hoodie, revealing one of those white "I love NY" t-shirts.

Token grabbed his sides and howled in laughter, the tears spilling out from his eyes. I looked around me and saw everyone's eyes widen in compete shock. Kyle, Stan, Red and Clyde gasped and Clyde chuckled. Stan and Kyle had huge grins on their faces and red just giggled silently. Craig... he didn't look to happy.

"Oh God, Kenny!" Clyde said and high fived the dirty blonde.

"What's wrong Craig? You don't like my shirt?" Kenny teased.

I looked back at the shirt and then got even more confused than I already was.

The shirt didn't say 'I love NY', it said 'I love Creek.'

I felt stupid saying it, but I really didn't get it.

"Ngh, what the hell's a C-Creek?" I asked.

Why were they all looking at Kenny all funny? I didn't get it man! Oh no, was it some kind of code! Some kind of...Conspiracy? Against me! OH GOD THAT'S TOO MUCH PRESSURE!

"AGH! Don't hurt me Kenny!" I shrieked.

I clung to Craig for protection but his mouth was still half open, his eyebrows were still furrowed and boy, did he look pissed off.

On the other hand, everyone else seemed to be relaxed and laughing. Especially Token who still had tears running down his face.

"Oh, my God, that is so cute Kenny! I love it!" Red said and before I knew it she was squeezing me into some kind of female bear hug.

"AGH! What's cute! NGH, I still don't g-get it!" I yelled.

Kenny's smile miraculously grew twice as big and for a second, there was a twinkle in his eye. For that moment, he truly looked like the Cheshire cat.

The poor blonde took his jacket off completely this time and through the orange mass on the ground. The shirt was practically painted on him so we could see all of his abdominal and chest muscles clearly through the tight cotton.

Then, he pointed both his thumbs toward the back of his shirt as he hopped around and turned his back to us.

'Craig

X

Tweek'

Clyde.

I saw Tweek go dangerously still. It was odd, even for a normal human being. He didn't move at all except for his left eye that twitched wildly all on its own. We all stood there staring at him and even Kenny's smile had disappeared, not to mention Craig's anger.

Several seconds later; he cracked.

"AGGGHH! HOWDIDYOUGETTHAT! WHO'S SELLING THEM! THE GNOMES! EBAY! FUCKING EBAY! IT'S THE GOVERNMENT MAN! AGHHH! I'M SCARED."

He crumple down to his knees and pulled out a chunk of his hair in the process. In a matter of 2 seconds he jumped right back up and made that 'ngh' sound he does.'

Luckily, Craig pulled him into a tight hug and his breathing stabilized. Tweek stuffed his face into the noirette's chest and whimpered.

"Aaaawwww." Red squeaked.

Craig smiled at her and then looked at Kenny and whispered:

"I'll take two."

Red.

We all walked to Kenny's house after Tweek had calmed down. I felt weird and yet very comfortable with these people. They weren't like the group I usually hung out with...then again, that's maybe because they're not girls.

"Kenny, did you seriously make a few shirts?" Clyde asked.

"Yeah, dude I even made some in Style." Kenny explained and Token and I started to laugh. Obviously no one else had gotten it.

"What kind of style?" Kyle asked.

Red snorted out a laugh and this time Clyde joined me.

"What?" Stan asked.

"Agh, dude, we just w-went through this! Stan X Kyle, man! It makes Style!" Tweek exclaimed.

Craig laughed and everyone whipped their heads toward him; he never laughed.

He looked at all of his friends and rolled his eyes while flipping them the bird. No surprise there.

"I'm thinking about getting started on the Ryde ones." Kenny told me and ruffled my bright red hair.

Then, the blonde who was now leading the group towards the train tracks where his house was, nudged Token's arm with his elbow and smile sweetly.

"Aw, Token, don't worry, I won't forget about Tonny." He said and kissed his bony cheek, making sure to dispose of as much saliva as possible.

"EW! Kenny stop!" He screamed and rubbed off all the spit.

Everyone had stopped walking and stared at Token with eager and amused expressions.

"What are you guys...NO! There is NO Tonny!" He said and stomped his foot down.

"AWWWWW." Everyone including me said out loud in disappointment.

"Fuck you guys." Token muttered and stormed away towards the train tacks where Kenny had JUST died three days ago.

The end.

Note: If this is the first story you've read written by me then I should tell you that I have another one called "she's going down to South Park". I'm telling you this because I will be writing the sequel to it because I've been getting a lot of requests for it. So if you haven't read the story, go read! If you have, then wait for chapter 1 of the sequel!

Thank you!