He flung open the door.
"Listen Craig, we need to talk…" started Tweek, grabbing my wrist in his hand before dragging me out of the cold. Leading me to his room and throwing me on the bed. This beds really squeaky, I always feel bad when I sit on it.
"What about?" I ask intently as Tweek throws himself down beside me, causing a ripple effect.
"I need you to do something for me…" Tweek looks down embarrassed at the floor. "It's, erm, kind of a big deal, I don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do Craig-" I hear him sigh under his breath, Oh. My. God. Is he going to say what I think he's going to say?
"Shhhhhh," I whisper seductively, I'm going to do this guy a favour and take the lead, save him embarrassing himself. I place my hand over his mouth as his eyes widened, looking at me worryingly, he glances at the door, and then back to me reluctantly.
"It's alright Tweek I know it's hard, I've been meaning to ask you something too lately." I remove my hand sympathetically, now sure he's going to be a good little Tweek and accept my dominance. Tweek was now looking very confused.
"Y-you have?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at me. He's finding this hard, I can just tell.
"Yes Tweek, isn't it obvious?" I ask, I could feel the tone in my voice was now filled with excitement, I've waited so long! No! Not a second longer, I lean in.
"Erm, Craig what are-"He's cut off, as I press my lips passionately into his. Totally taking him off guard. I can feel him resisting my touch, so I push him, forcing him onto his back. Still resisting huh? He's a spirited one. My fun is cut short, I feel him shoving me back upright, when I open my eyes I am greeted with a very angry looking Tweek.
"CRAIG! WHAT THE FUCK!" He punches me in the shoulder, it's a bitch hit, no biggie.
"B-but I-i-I thought..." I start, making a confused gesture, I'm speechless, what just happened?
"No Craig! What the hell were you thinking" I feel my cheeks getting hot, I'm getting the strange feeling that I may have just jumped to a conclusion….
"Oh, erm, what did you need help with again?"
"I needed you to fix my new coffee machine, I've been trying for over 3 weeks now, but its-gah- TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"
"Ohhhhhhhh….." Well done Craig, I make a mental note to shoot myself in the leg later.
"Are you going to fix it?" He leans in towards me with wide eyes. His voice had changed within a matter of seconds, it's gone from angry to, well, whatever you call this, but I haven't heard it before.
"Erm, yes, sure, anything for you Tweekers." I reply to him awkwardly. The expression on his face changes. He smiles at me, cocking a brow. He's thinking about something, I can't help but wonder what. Then it dawns on me, oh I get it, he's going to slap me for the kiss. I guess I deserve it.
But no, he pounces at me, wrapping his small twiggy arms about my neck. The shock of the force plummets us both into that squeaky mattress. He sits on my well-toned stomach, pinning me down. I could easily have pushed him off, I don't want too though, wherever this is going, he's on top of me. Game on bitch.
"What are you going to do?" I challenge, I can feel the confidence flooding back to me.
"Everything." He states, eyes narrow. Everything? That's either going to be very good or very bad. Please be good, please be good, Please god, if it's good I will be sooooo happy!
Oh, it's good. Man, Tweek really will do anything for coffee.