Visceral Whirlpool

DISCLAIMER: South Park, Craig, Tweek, and Mr. Mackey are not mine, they are Matt's and Trey's.

When Tweek saw Craig the first time on their first day of middle school, he thought to himself: This dude is cool, but there is no way we could get along well. Craig with his indifference towards anything and his reluctance to share his emotions plus Tweek who makes squealing sounds on everything does not necessarily scream one plus one equals two. They just don’t add up. Any friction between them always causes flame. Like that one time, Stan’s group made a bet on who’s stronger between them, so they hornswoggled Craig and Tweek to get them into a fight. Which needs no hard effort. Deep down, maybe they both realized, how they set each other off. Hence, they steered clear of each other for the most time, not being in the same scene if they could help it.

So how the fuck did they end up in the locker room together like this.

GGaah It’s too much pressure

Craig reached the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Yep, it’s locked alright,” Craig flipped a bird towards the door. “We’re probably fucked,” He said nonchalantly in his usual monotonous sound.

“Argh why do you need to say that out loud? There is no food here, what if they can’t find us and forget about us until we finally die and our reeking corpse is what makes them realize we’re here? Arrgh this is terrible”

“Hey whoa chill dude, we are not gonna die just because we might be locked up here until Monday, human can survive—”

“UNTIL MONDAY? Gggaahhh what am I supposed to do, I won’t be able to do my shifts, dad will be so mad that I don’t work on my shifts,” Tweek started to pick on his hair.

Craig glided into his side and gently grabbed his hands down.
“Tweek. Tweek. TWEEK!”

“WHAT”

“Breathe, ok slowly now, that’s right, that’s a good boy,” Craig inhaled together with him, chest rising and falling steadily until he felt his own breathing calm. “We might have to wait until people get us out, but in the meantime, I don’t want to watch you thinning your hairline manually like that. It is unnerving for me and, besides, it’s a shame because you have, such uh—such, luscious hair”

An awkward pause hung in the last part of Craig’s comment. Luscious hair? Tweek started to feel jittery again. It was a weird comment to make, wasn’t it? They both darted off each other.
“Uh-oh, I think I’m gonna check the, uh, faucet?” Tweek mindlessly play with the sink, running and stopping the water.

“Well then I guess, I’m gonna check the lockers?” Scratching the back of his head, Craig wandered into the lockers.

For a good several minutes they holed up in their own corners, busy with nothing. Craig found that the lockers contained towels which they could set up as makeshift beds if necessary. There were enough towels for both of them.  There was still some leftover sandwich from his lunchbox. Plenty of water in the sink Tweek’s toying with. The shower room and toilet are adjacent to the locker room. They might survive a night comfortably here. Arguably. Things could be worse, might as well make do with what they already have.

Tweek glanced to Craig who’s busy rummaging the lockers. He shrugged and focused his attention on the swirl formed by placing and removing the plug drain stopper. It was strangely calming to see the mini tornado.

“Can I refill my water bottle?”

Craig suddenly appeared behind him with his dreary nasal sound, making Tweek jolt before stepping aside.

“What did you do to be so preoccupied like that?” He eyed Tweek.

“Nothing”

“Ok. Well I found these towels we can use as blankets, I’ve still got my lunch that we can share. I figured we should be well for tonight and hopefully, the janitor or the security will find us before we run out of ransom.”

“Oh hng that’s—that’s great actually”

“Yeah, just what should we do to pass the time. This could get so boring”

“Oh uh, well, you can watch the mini-tornado with me, I guess”

Craig shrugged, “Eh, what the hell,” He joined Tweek by the sink.

They put their heads on the bowl of the sink. Craig turned up the tap, and they stared at the water flowing rapidly. When the bowl was finally filled, Tweek placed his hand on the drain plug.

“Ready?” Tweek pulled the plug.

They both tilted their heads to watch the swirl forming from the side, but bumped their heads with a loud bang instead.

“Ouch, sorry, oh my god are you okay hrgh this is dumb, sorry” Tweek chirped in worry as Craig rubbed the spot where their heads had bumped.

“Yeah, I think you just whacked most of my IQ down the drain there”

That thought was so dumb that they practically rolled on the floor laughing. Once the laughter roar subsided, they sat side by side on the floor near the locker.

“Craig?”
“hn?”

“Why do you hate me?”

“I thought you hate me”

“Well, no, I don’t hate you. I just—thought that I might annoy you? Somehow?”

“I don’t think you’re annoying, Tweek”

“You don’t? Even though I am continuously, uh, glitching like this?”

Craig shifted and stared at Tweek straight into his eyes.

“No, I don’t. I may often give off fuck off vibe towards my surrounding, but that does not necessarily mean I hate everybody. I do hate everybody, but I don’t—I don’t hate you”

“Oh,” Tweek squeal, mesmerized by the deep blue pool of Craig’s eyes. 

He. Don't. Hate. Me.

Tweek spelled this newfound fact slowly in his mind. He could feel his shoulder relaxing even though he was in close proximity with the boy who supposedly is his archnemesis. He just never took the time to pause and to talk. They had never taken the time to truly understand each other before.

Their gazes locked and lingered seconds longer. Minutes? Hours? The air felt heavy, and suddenly Tweek became extra aware of the other boy’s presence. Craig has a sharp jawline and straight bold eyebrow, but his eyes are actually very warm. A kind of warmth that slowly trickled into his own cheeks. What is it again that makes Tweek thought that Craig was unapproachable before?

 

A sudden series of knocks from the door interrupted whatever happened between them. They can hear Mr. Mackey, the school counselor, outside,

“Hello? You boys there? Thank god. Your parents are worried because they can’t find both of you, ‘mkay. We almost sent out a search party, ‘mkay.”

 

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What the fuck. I read fanfiction, but I don’t write one. Seriously what is wrong with me. I enjoy BL but not create them. Supposedly. To top this off, this is a truly sloppy attempt at one. How can several minutes suddenly turn into a search party? I guess we'll never know. I will never know. Also, the sink scene is dumb. Then again middle school is dumb too. I actually got my first boyfriend because we watched the mini-tornado together one afternoon while waiting for someone to pick us up from school. The school was almost empty, and we played by the sink in front of our class. He repeatedly brushed his hands against mine, and the next day suddenly he was my boyfriend. What a dumb whirlwind. I talked with Betch the other day about physical attraction and urges(?) when you’re in a relationship. We agree that the urges do not really matter when we actually treasure the relationship. Thus, the relationships based on a few skin ships are usually casual and non-committal (?) sort of, not to mention too fairy tale-esque to be true. Just dumb in a sense of middle school way dumb.

All in all, let’s just not write any fanfiction ever again.