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"Tweek, I can honestly say that lighting will not kill us," Craig declared, bending over to look at the shakey blond, who was hiding under the bed. "We're inside, the lighting's outside."
Craig was faking confidence. He wasn't scared of many things, but lighting, even thunder, happened to be two of them. But he couldn't tell that to Tweek. Then he wouldn't be the big hero he was supposed to be.
If Tweek knew he was just as afraid, if not more, of the storm, they'd both be screwed.
"Promise?" Tweek asked from under the bed. Craig looked out the window nervously before putting on a brave face and grabbing Tweek's hand, which had stretched out for Craig to take.
"I promise."
He pulled the blond out from under the bed and gripped him in a tight hug, probably helping Craig more than it did Tweek.
"Alright, so let's just go downstairs and get some coffee for you, huh?" Craig asked, feeling a little bit more confident now that he had Tweek with him.
"Y-yeah, let's-gah-go." They started heading down the stairs, Tweek hanging onto Craig's shoulder.
A loud boom of thunder sounded and a shriek was heard. Well, actually, it sounded like two. But Tweek didn't notice and Craig wasn't going to tell him that he was afraid.
Craig bravely led Tweek into the kitchen, and started making a fresh pot of coffee.
They sat down at the table, scooting the chairs closer together so Tweek would be able to cuddle into Craig if he got scared. It was quiet; the only sounds being the rumble of the storm outside and the gurgle of the coffee maker.
"C-craig?" Tweek broke the silence.
"Yeah?"
"Are you afraid of lighting?" His question caught Craig offguard, and he nearly choked on his own spit.
"No," he replied as calmly as he could.
"Craig, it's o-okay if you're scared," Tweek stuttered. "I don't want you to, oh jesus, lie to me." Tweek looked at him. "I won't be scared if you are. That'd only-GAH- mean that we can help each other."
"Are you sure you won't be scared?" Craig asked. Tweek paused for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, I'm afraid of storms. I just hate the sound of thunder, you know? It scares me."
"C-craig?" Tweek asked.
"Yeah, Tweekers?"
"I lied, I'm so scared right now," Tweek said, gripping Craig's hand. "Why'd you have to tell me that?"
Another loud boom echoed through the house, and the two boys ducked under the table.
"This is so lame!" Craig yelled, throwing his arms around Tweek's shoulders.
"Do us both a-jesus-favor, Craig," he said. "Don't tell me what you're scared of anymore."
"Sure thing, dude," the noirette responded. "I'd rather fake being brave then cower under a table all night."
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