☆ Creek oneshots ☆

Sick

Craig:
God, I hate when Tweek is sick. Especially when that means he is too scared to come near you.

"Please?" I beg. "No! I'll get you sick!" He squeaks in response. I sigh, "but I don't care!"

"I do!" He responds, his voice hoarse. "If I get sick, then I'll pay you 10 bucks," I state. "You're not gonna give up, are you?" He asks. I shake my head no, and look at him. "20," he negotiates. "Fine."

He finally lets me lay next to him. He still tried to distance himself, but I don't let him. I pull him closer and hold him close.

"Ugh, you're lucky I love you," he groans, relaxing in my arms. "And you're lucky I love you too," I reply, softly petting his head.

I grab his chin, and kiss him lightly. He gets mad at that. "Seriously! You'll get sick!" He shouts. "And I don't care!" I respond, kissing him again.

He hit my head lightly, and turns away from me. I pull him close, spooning him. I kiss his neck. It was hot, and felt strange, but I don't care.
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Let's just say I'm now 20 bucks more broke.

Sorry it's like short, short.

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