55 Creek Themes
Seeking Solace
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
-Ingrid Bergman
I loved that goddamn guinea pig with all my fucking heart, I really, truly did. He was probably the only thing I'd ever considered a friend, the only one I'd ever loved until I was ten. I loved him, he was my best friend, and then the piece of shit had to go and die on me. The bastard probably planned the whole damn thing too, he was a sneaky little fucker. He just had to die when Tweek was visiting, just had to die when the twitchy blonde was in my room. He'd planned it all along.
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"Stop twitching already!" I snap at Tweek, who recoils from the loudness of my voice. I immediately regret yelling at him, he's just too cute to stay mad at. Sighing, I reach my hand out subconsciously and ruffle his blonde mane of hair. His cheeks tinge pink and I grin.
"S-sorry Craig," He mumbles, green eyes darting from me to the floor and back. His eyes are goddamn beautiful, they sparkle and gleam and they say a million things that he can never say. Right now the say 'I'm not sure why you're grinning but it's making me nervous'. I smile again and get up to feed Stripe his lunch, and that's when I notice he isn't moving. At first I think he is asleep, and shake his cage. He still doesn't move. My heart stops. I shake his cage harder, praying to god that he will wake up. He doesn't.
He's dead. He's gone. He is no more; he is only an empty shell of what he used to be. A reminder left behind, a reminder that he was here one second and gone the next. I've lost my best friend. I choke out a sob, dropping to my knees with grief. From the corner of my eye I see Tweek stand up, but right now I could care less. A flood of tears wash down my face, splashing onto the carpet. Gone, gone, gone. I feel a shaky pair of arms wrap around my shoulders, and look up in surprise. Tweek smiles sadly at me, and I turn to bury my head in his chest.
I sit in his arms and sob. I don't know how long I was crying, but he just sat there and held me, rubbing my back soothingly and humming happy songs. I must have seemed like a complete pussy, but he never said a thing, just sat and held me. His arms were warm and comforting, his arms were a boat in a ferocious sea, and the kept me from going overboard. At some point I fall asleep in his grasp.
I wake up, and it's dark. Emptiness swallows me when I remember that Stripe was dead. I feel hallow inside. There is a folded piece of paper on my nightstand. I pick it up and silently read it.
Call if you need me,
Tweek.
Tweek. The sweetest mother fucker in the world. I didn't deserve to have him as a friend. He was too cute and nice for his own good. I pick up my phone and speed-dial his number.
He answers and I don't speak, I don't have to.
"I'll be right there," He says. Five minutes later there is a quiet knock on my door. I swing it open and Tweek looks up shyly through his thick lashes. Too cute. He follows me back to my room, where I collapse on the bed and start to cry again. He slides into the covers next to me and hugs me to his skinny chest. I cry, I cry, I cry. He doesn't leave me, not once.
I kiss him. My face was soaked with tears, and I got his eyelashes wet. I kissed him and he kissed me back. I didn't feel empty anymore.
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Fucking Stripe, he'd planned it. He knew this would happen, and he planned it. Thanks Stripe, thank you.