A/N: 'Kay. This is my first story here. So, yeah. It's Creek. Dunno what else to say. Derp.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own it.
It's around 9pm and Tweek still isn't here. Tonight is our movie night, which we have every Friday night, and it was supposed to start at 8:30. It's Tweek's turn to pick a movie to watch, and if I know my boyfriend, he's probably freaking out about it. I got up to check if he's out front and just as I open the door I see him pull up in his car. Damn, I'm good.
I notice that he has several movies with him, which is strange because we usually only watch one or two. "Need some help with those?" I ask as I jog up to his car.
"Y-yeah, that'd be nice." He mumbles and hands me a few of the movies. We head inside and dump the movies on the couch. I pick a few up again and read them.
"Tweekers.. Why are these all horror movies?" I asked suspiciously. Any time I'd try to get him to watch a horror movie with me he'd freak.
"Well, I need t-to study the art of a killer." He said as if it were the simplest thing. He picked up a movie and started reading the back of it.
".. Tweek... You're not going on a killing spree, right?"
"N-ngh.. no! I just want to know how a killer acts s-so I can understand them better.. You know, in c-case I get stuck in a room w-with one." He explained, not looking up from the cover.
I nodded, still a bit doubtful, but sat down next to him and started the movie nonetheless. Hey, this will be good for me, right? Tweek gets scared, clings to me for dear life, he starts feeling my muscles and it all ends with us naked on a bed. ..Okay, maybe not. But he'd still me clinging to me. My thoughts are interrupted by a shrill scream and the sound of flesh being chopped. Tweek squeaks in fear and throws his arms around me. Ha! Damn, I'm good. "Oh, shit!" Tweek's yelp is muffled by my shirt. I rub circles in his back and glance at the TV.
"It's over, Tweek. You can look." I murmured. He does, not yet pulling away from my chest. He relaxes a bit and crawls into my lap as he watches the movie. I continue rubbing circles in his back and he continues clutching my shirt.
Another scream. More flesh chopping, shirtless whore's head is cut off. Tweek gasps and turns to face me again. "Craig! I don't care if I'm s-stuck in a room with a killer anymore, can we watch a d-different movie?" He asks, shaking. It's cute.
"Oh, I don't know, Tweek. I really want to finish this.." I tease with a smirk. Tweek frowns and punches my chest lightly.
"Turn it off." He demands in a mock-deep voice. I laugh and pry him off of me so I can do so.
"Wanna watch something different?" I ask as I look over my collection of DVDs.
"No. Let's go have sex."
Damn, I'm good.