?Creek one-shots? (Craig X Tweek)

Age- 17

Craig walked into Tweek's house, nobody was home? He closed the door and heard a shriek from upstairs, at least Tweek was home. Craig walked up stairs, as he went to open Tweek's door he was hit in the face by a stack of papers. "What was that for?" He looked at Tweek who had his eyes shut, he opened one of them and realized it was Craig.

"OH GOD! S- sorry I didn't know it- it was you! I wouldn't have thrown papers a- at you!" He hugged Craig, hoping he wouldn't hate him. Craig hugged him back.

"You're room is messier than normal, what are you doing?" Behind him he could see Tweek's bed was stacked with books, and a few boxes. Tweek looked embarrassed and his face had turned a shade of red.

"I- I was trying to clean.. guess I'm not doing good..!" He laughed nervously and looked down to the side.

"I can help you if you want" Tweek's eyes lit up, and he looked at Craig, who was smiling. Tweek left the hug and looked back at his mess of a room, the sun shining through the window.

"Well- I- I guess..?" Tweek moved out of the way and let Craig walk into his room, before closing the door. Tweek awkwardly stood at the door before going through a pile of stuff next to it. Craig looked around.

'I didn't think this room could hold so much stuff?' Not trying to say that his room is mess, but , kinda the opposite? To make it looks like there was not much in his room he had to be extra good at organizing things to fit them in his seemingly small room. He began looking through some random stack of papers, throwing out crumpled ones, or ones that weren't able to be read, asking Tweek about some papers here and there. Tweek was going through his clothes, he got a little flustered when he got to his underwear, because, well, Craig was in the room, they've barely seen each other shirtless before! Let alone more! But he shook it off and kept sorting and putting things away. Craig was cleaning Tweek's nightstand, when a box fell off of it. 'What's that?' He went to pick it up when photos spilled out of it. He put them away and put it back where it was. 'I'll look at it later, maybe' It took a little longer until the room was mostly cleaned, some things here and there, but those were on a shelf, etc. Tweek was sweeping the floor and Craig was sitting on the bed, when that box caught his eye again, he picked it up and grabbed the photos that were inside. 'They're pictures of me?!' It wasn't anything stalker-like but non the less they were pictures of Craig. He blushed a bit and looked at Tweek, who was peacefully sweeping. "Tweek?" Tweek jumped a bit and looked at him.

"Wha- yes?" He kinda forgot Craig was there. He noticed him holding the pictures and he turned bright red.

"What are these-"

"I- I CAN EXPLAIN I JUST HAPPEN TO HAVE SOME- IT'S NOTHING WEIRD OR- OR ANYTHING I PROMISE!! DON'T THINK I'M A STALKER OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT! PLEASE DON'T BREAK UP- WITH ME OVER SOMETHING LIKE THIS!" He dropped the broom and covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. Craig looked at him and thought it was adorable, but Tweek was clearly stressed about it, he laughed silently before standing up and walking towards him. He pulled Tweek's hands from his face and kissed him, Tweek kissed back. When they stopped Tweek started crying.

"What's wrong, babe?" Tweek gave him a hug and Craig looked down at him.

"I'm just glad you- you didn't break up with me.." Craig hugged him tightly and rested his head on Tweek's.

"I wouldn't do that in a million years. You're overreacting, okay?" Tweek sighed in release and they simply stood there.