Paranoia Is My Middle Name

A fanfic from the slightly disturbed mind of the Californian who hates California.

Chapter 2: Craig's Discovery

Tweek threw the pillow across the room, and stared down at Kyle. The redhead's eyes were closed and his mouth opened slightly ajar. "…K-k-kyle?…" Tweek whispered softly.

"Tweek! You okay?" Craig knocked on the door.

Tweek looked back at the door and then down at the motionless Kyle, "…Uh… I'll meet you at your house in a few minutes!" Tweek called out to Craig.

"…Okay…" Craig said somewhat suspicious, "See ya there," Craig pretended to walk away; he could tell something was wrong. He quietly crept up to the door of Tweek's room and pressed his ear against it.

Tweek slowly stretched out his shaking hand, and touched Kyle's shoulder lightly, "K-kyle?" he gulped, "…Oh Jesus…" he slowly began to back away from what he now realized to be a dead Kyle. He hit the wall behind him and slowly slid down to the floor. He stared at Kyle, in a state of utter shock.

And then it hit him. The frightful reality of what he had just done finally reached him, greeting him with a slap in the face, and Tweek lost it. He jumped up from the ground and frantically looked about the room as if he could find an answer hidden somewhere on his computer desk, book shelf, or closet… "The closet!" Tweek thought out loud. He quickly grabbed Kyle's lifeless body and laid him on the floor of his closet.

Meanwhile, Craig on the other side of the door, had not been able to piece together what had happened. He heard Tweek's footsteps coming to the door and he quickly ran down the hall.

When Tweek opened the door, Craig acted like he had just arrived, "Dude, what's taking so long?" he asked as calm and casual as possible.

Tweek closed his door behind him, without saying anything.

Craig raised an eyebrow, "Are you okay, Tweek?"

Tweek looked up at Craig, "…Yeah… just… upset about that grade in chemistry…"

"…Right…" Craig said, not believing him, but not showing any sign of his skepticism to Tweek.

"What did you want?"

Craig almost forgot the reason why he had came over to his friend's house in the first place. He snapped his fingers when he finally recalled the purpose for his visit, "Stan just came over to my house. We were watching the Rockies game. Top of first and they already scored seven! Wanna join us?"

Tweek hesitated, "…Sure."

As the two walked over to Craig's house, Craig studied his fidgety friend closely. He seemed distracted and a lot more than usual. "You sure you're okay?" Craig asked as the two reached the street curb.

Tweek cautiously looked both ways before crossing the street, "I'm fine," he said.

Craig stared at him in an uneasy way.

"I said I'm fine!" Tweek screamed.

Craig frowned, but remained silent.

While watching the game, Tweek couldn't sit still. Well, he almost could never sit still, but his restlessness seemed even more extreme that day to Craig. Stan also noticed his odd behavior, not to mention the fact that Kyle did not come over with him.

"Tweek, Dude, where's Kyle?" Stan asked.

"What whaddya mean?" Tweek jumped.

"He called me like twenty minutes ago saying that he was on the way over to your house," Stan said, "He couldn't have left already."

"Uh…" Tweek stared blankly at the raven haired kid. He tried hard to think of something… anything, but he couldn't.

"Tweek?" Craig said worried. He looked to Stan; "I think Tweek's getting sick…" he started. Craig could sense something was definitely wrong with him, "I saw Kyle leave a while ago," he lied. Craig laughed a little, "Tweek probably threw up in his face or something! The fucking nerd got a 'B-' in chemistry and he thinks it's the end of the world!"

Stan smirked at Tweek, "Dude, you're pathetic!" he said reclining in his chair a little, "I got a 'C' and proud of it."

Tweek watched the two laugh at him. He stared at Craig, not really understanding why he lied about Kyle. He couldn't have seen Kyle leave, because he was dead in his closet.

"Maybe you should go home, Dude," Stan suggested.

"Yeah," Craig said, "Lie down…"

"Relax..."

"Sip on some coffee…"

"Put your feet up…"

"Turn on a porno…"

The two erupted in laughter again and Tweek nervously laughed with them.

"Seriously, Tweek, you need to calm down," Stan said, "I mean it's not a big deal."

"Yeah," Craig said.

It was silent for a long time, as the three boys glued their eyes to the television, watching the Rockies score another run. Stan and Craig clapped and cheered and Tweek simply smiled, still visibly shaking.

Tweek couldn't take his mind off what he had just done. He killed Kyle. He didn't mean to, of course, but how would anyone believe him? How the hell was he going to get himself out of this? Sooner or later, somebody was going to realize that Kyle was missing. A kid like Kyle would never run away, so they'd right away suspect something… and because Kyle was last seen with Tweek, the police would go to him… and when they'd go, they'd want to search his house… and when they did that, they would discover Kyle's body in his closet, arrest Tweek, give him life in prison, and he'd fry on the chair, "OH, JESUS CHRIST!" Tweek shrieked.

Stan and Craig stared at Tweek for a long time, and the boy was about ready to have to explain his sudden outburst, but the two simply began to laugh at him again.

"I… I… I'm going to go home…" Tweek said. He couldn't bear to be there anymore. He had to go home. He had to sit down and think. He had to try to construct some sort of plan on how he was going to cover up this murder.

Tweek arrived at his house and went straight to the closet where Kyle was. He opened the closet door and stared down at the dead body. The boy was already contemplating ideas about hacking up the kid's body into little pieces and ridding of him by dumping his body parts down the kitchen disposal… but that was too gruesome for him. There was no way he could ever do anything like that…

But what else could he do? How else could he avoid becoming a convicted murderer?

"Holy shit!"

Tweek jumped and whipped around quickly, "Jesus Christ! Craig!"

Craig stood behind Tweek, staring wide-eyed down at the dead Kyle, "Oh my god…" he shook his head in disbelief, "Tweek… what did you do?"