It started with three words.
Craig stopped in his tracks, a snowball frozen mid-air in his hand.
Tweek took a shaky breath, staring down at his red, trembling fingertips. “Not just ‘like’ like... Not this fake boyfriend bullshit we've been doing for years to make things easier for us.” His words were rushed, nervous, like they might explode if he didn’t get them out fast enough. “I mean it. I want, nghh to hug you…”
He paused, the cold biting through his shirt, but it was nothing compared to the warmth flooding his face. “And hold hands,” he added, barely above a whisper. His hands were shaking now, maybe from the cold, maybe from the fear of saying something he couldn’t take back.
“Tweek,” Craig said quietly. He lowered his arm, letting the snowball fall to the ground with a quiet thump.
But Tweek was already spiraling. “And kiss you!” he burst out, crouching down in a panic and grabbing his hair. “I want to do all kinds of stuff with you, Craig! Stuff that isn’t fake or for show!” His voice cracked. “All that real cheesy gay shit!”
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He’d tried so hard to keep this inside, to play it cool like Craig always did, but it wasn’t working. He’d never been good at pretending.
When he looked up, Craig had moved closer. He wasn’t smiling or frowning—just watching with that steady, unreadable calm he always had.
Craig crouched down to meet him.
Tweek blinked through the tears. “What?”
Craig shrugged his shoulders. “I said okay. If you want to do all that ‘cheesy gay stuff’,” he said, drawing casual little shapes in the snow between them, “then let’s do it.”
He looked up at Tweek. “Let’s be boyfriends. For real this time.”
He reached out a hand. Tweek stared at it, waiitng for some sort of punchline or ‘gotcha!’ but it never came.
He looked back at Craig’s face. That calm, collected expression that used to frustrate him now felt like something solid, something safe.
“…O-okay,” Tweek whispered. He slipped his hand into Craig’s, their fingers cold but fitting together easily, like they’d always have.
Craig gave a small smile, just the corner of his mouth turning up, and stood, gently pulling Tweek up beside him. Together, without another word, they walked back toward town.
Behind them, drawn clumsily in the snow, were two stick figures holding hands.
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