Author: xSucksToYourAss-marx PM
"Tweek was indeed an outcast, and desperately needed a friend. The young caffeine addict's prayers were answered one day..." Craig/Tweek. Creek. Please look insideRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Supernatural - Craig T. & Tweek T. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 13,790 - Reviews: 60 - Favs: 37 - Follows: 49 - Updated: 06-19-12 - Published: 08-31-11 - id: 7342292
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Wow, hey it's been forever. I don't even know if people still read this, but it got reviews so I was like "WHY HAVEN'T I CONTINUED THIS OMG IM SORRY". I suck so hard, because school's been a bitch so I didn't have much time for any writing. But, people were messaging me about this story, and I know how much it stinks to like a story and then have it die. SO DON'T YOU WORRY, IT MAY TAKE MY AGES BUT I WILL FINISH IT.
I'm also having major writers block that may explain for my other stories. But this one is priority uno because a lot of people seem to like it.
Tweek scuttled into homeroom with a heavy sick feeling in the pit of his small stomach. He needed to stay brave, after all, today was the day he would finally talk to Craig and hopefully get some answers. That is, if Craig doesn't go super-human cannibal on his ass and eat him first, DEAR JESUS.
The blonde took his usual seat in the back of the classroom, taking care to set his heavy thermos gently on his desk before basically throwing his backpack to the floor. Tweek scanned the room with wide and nervous green eyes, seeking out a blue chullo hat that held the mysterious Craig Tucker underneath it. He felt conflicted about this encounter. The more Tweek glanced around the room, the more relieved he was to see that Craig appeared to be a no-show. However, at the same time, it was incredibly irritating.
Because it's not fair! The one time Tweek decides to be brave and actually talk to the dark boy HE'S NOT EVEN HERE. Seriously, Craig's been practically stalking the jittery kid until today, so why isn't he here taking the empty desk next to Tweek?
Maybe he's dead. Tweek gulped, and shakily unscrewed the top of his thermos with a trembling hand. While under different circumstances, this thought might have been obscene, but considering some girl TRIED TO BLOW HIS FREAKING HEAD OFF JUST BECAUSE CRAIG KNEW HIM…
Breath, Tweek, breathe. He's probably late; a lot of kids are late. The more logical voice in his mind iterated.
So, allowing his heart rate to slow down as he chugged some warm smooth coffee, the blonde continued to sit in the back of the room quietly, waiting for Craig to walk through the door.
He never did.
However, Craig was in every other one of Tweek's classes. The caffeinated boy nearly fainted when he saw the mystifying boy sitting in Chemistry. In fact, Tweek made an embarrassing squeal after spotting him, and every student in the room chuckled at Tweek's bizarre mannerism, whispering cruel nicknames under their breaths. But Craig only glanced at Tweek, their eyes meeting for a split second before Craig simply looked away toward the teacher.
It was like Tweek was free from a spell, and once their eyes disconnected, he anxiously took his seat in the back of the room. The blonde decided that trying to talk to Craig during class would be pointless. After all, the two boys sat on opposite sides of the classroom, and Tweek didn't want anyone to hear. They'd be able to use it as black mail against him and make him do whatever they wanted! The horror!
"J-Jesus Christ," He muttered, biting worriedly onto his bottom lip.
The morning blurred by with Tweek nervously pulling at his frayed blonde hair and debating whether or not he should finally talk to Craig. And, by the time he walked into painting class the nervous boy resolved that this would be the perfect opportunity. Painting was where he felt most confident, and if he could keep his strained voice down enough, the other students may not hear what they were discussing.
Although, Tweek had trouble trying to figure out where to begin, he didn't talk to people much, as if it wasn't obvious, he thought bitterly.
The soft squeak of the bench beside him alerted Tweek that Craig had sat down. Oh God, he's sitting next to me, ah what if he's pissed about what happened? No wait! Why would he be pissed? It's not like it was MY fault, right? Right! That girl said she had my dog so I just went to—
Tweek's chaotic thoughts screeched to a halt and swam around each other in newfound confusion.
How did she even know about that? How did she know that would get me into her house?
"Ah, what is going on!" Tweek raved; taking huge chunks of course hair into his hands and pulling painfully. The class giggled and continued to paint, but the dark boy from the corner of Tweek's eye noticeably stiffened, and the paranoid boy was suddenly reminded of his self-created task.
Swallowing nervously, Tweek shifted in his seat so that he was facing Craig. Said boy was sitting slouched on his bench, staring at an empty canvas quietly. Why wasn't he bugging Tweek today like he usually did?
Tweek began to reach out a thin hand, but then decided to pull it back, because, Jesus, what if Craig grabbed it and just ripped it off?
"Craig?" Tweek asked quietly, his voice cracking to his horror.
Craig turned in his bench almost immediately. He cocked his head at Tweek curiously, and for the millionth time Tweek was lost in his blue gaze. His eyes held such mystery, and yet they comforted him and reminded the blonde of better times.
Snap out of it.
"Uh," Tweek shivered and lowered his voice significantly, "I-I want to know…" his voice dropped. What did he want to know? Everything? Nothing at all?
"What is it?" Craig asked, speaking his thoughts. Oh God he's psychic.
"Agh! Do you—ahh fuck—do you know anything about y-you know…what happened?" The minute the words passed through his trembling lips, Tweek regretted them. Right away Craig's features morphed from curiosity to ferocity, and it was terrifying. Craig turned his face away, lowering his ratty hat over his head.
"I didn't think they'd find me." He murmured, and Tweek barely caught it. It was as if Craig was whispering that tiny piece of vital information to himself.
Tweek's heart raced, and he felt like he was about to throw the organ up. Who were they? Why did they want to find Craig Tucker? Who the fuck was this kid?
"Tweek," Craig growled suddenly, and the blonde nearly toppled off of his bench, "I have something to tell you. It's really fucking important, but I can't tell you here."
"Why? What is it?"
"I've been trying to tell you this whole time, but you never gave me a chance." Craig bit in frustration. Craig reached toward Tweek, but at the sight of the small kid flinch, he placed his hand back at his side.
"Why are you being so confusing? Why can't—ngh—you just say it?" Tweek spat. He was really getting sick of being played around with.
Craig smirked at Tweek's little quip, which only fueled Tweek's anger.
"I have to tell you where no one can hear, shit," Craig scratched the back of his neck, "look I owe you answers...to a lot of stuff. Just, all of this is for you." He mumbled the last part quietly, and now Tweek's curiosity was like a ravenous lion inside a flimsy metal cage.
"F-Fine." Tweek said, not thinking about the consequences. "My house—after school." He bit his lip and then added, "Do you need to know where it is?"
"No, I already do."
Ah! So, review? Should I continue?