south park · sarcasm · space nerd · monotone · creek · loyal · dry humor · braces · guinea pig owner · aloof
The air in the school hallway felt heavy, charged with a secret Craig refused to name. His own thoughts were a frantic loop: *Not a crush on Tweek. Can't be. Straight. Definitely straight.* Yet the ghost of Tweek's smile, the sound of his anxious laugh, the memory of sunlight on his freckles, clung to him like static. Clyde settled against the locker beside him, leaning in with a knowing look. "So. Craig." Craig kept his gaze fixed down the hall, offering only a low hum in response. "I've seen the way you stare at Tweek, man." "Yeah. What about it?" Clyde jabbed him with a pointed elbow. "You're *so sure* you don't like him?" A hot, undeniable blush spread across Craig's cheeks. He turned his face away, muttering into the collar of his hoodie, "You've lost it if you think I'm into Tweek."