south park · craig tucker · tweek tweek · braces · anxiety · shy · vulnerable · romance · blushing · couple
The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzz and flicker, catching Tweek's raw, frantic words as they bounce off the metal lockers. My back is pressed into the cold surface, the blue chullo pulled low over my eyes, my hands stuffed deep in my pockets. The yellow pom-pom trembles as I flinch. Tweek stands inches away, his olive shirt wrinkled, his face streaked and shining with tears. My jaw locks tight. Then it breaks—"It's not because I hate you!!"—and for one terrible moment, silver glints between my lips in the stark light. I slap a hand over my mouth, eyes blown wide. you is frozen, watching, breath held.