Tweek
and Craig.
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like? DON'T READ.
This
is a short (I hope) fic just testing out an idea I had. It's pretty
weird and I don't think I'm going to like it and neither will
you. It's somewhat about the basic feelings a human feels. And this
fic is one of those that gives you a sense that something bad is
going to happen. However, I'm only writing this because I wanted to
see whether I actually could. I haven't planned it or thought about
it much. I will just be tapping down thoughts. I've been feeling
pretty sorry for myself and emotional. So I figured I could torture
others with it!
I am testing myself to see if I can do this.
As my watchers will know and as you will know now, I have been
troubled by my writing lately and at one point almost gave it up. I
am a little rusty... but hopefully this won't be too bad...
Now
that I've bored you to death, let's get going!
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'Monday
7th Septem-'
"Damn, I can't even write!"
Tweek
Tweak, the small jittery blonde that everyone in South Park knew,
threw the chalk in his hand back into the box and drew out a new
stick, as if doing this would make his shakes stop. Now 20 years of
age, people would have assumed that he would have calmed down
considerably. This theory proved completely false as he was exactly
the same as he had been at the simple age of 8. His hair was the same
blonde electric mess as it had been and his coffee coloured eyes were
still darting around, looking for dangers that did not exist. The
only considerable difference was his height. He was now at a height
of 5ft and 7 inches. He was still as skeletal as past years, never
putting weight on and never losing it. He had become more toned as he
matured, of course, but he still looked under nourished.
He had
his own life to live now. He imagined that to be 20 years old and
terrified of the world, no one could ever get far.
Many of his
past friends had become interested in other things, rather than
simply enjoying themselves. They worked hard to impress certain
people and once rejected, they were neither use nor ornament. He,
however, stayed the same. He never took any interest in going to
parties like his friends, or any interest in being in a
relationship... Except once. Tweek had been alone and terrified to
change until one fateful day. However, when the so-called impossible
experience ended, he was more alone and scared than he had ever been.
He was confused that no-one else seemed effected by this. Six
people had known about that evening. No-one had attempted to stop
what was inevitable. It seemed to him that nobody cared. They were
used to heartbreak. But Tweek wasn't! He had never had anything
close to it before that night, and afterwards – everyone simply
expected him to get over it like everyone else had to.
But he
couldn't. Not only had he lost the happiest time in his life, he
had lost the only person he could go to for comfort.
"Craig..."
Tweek sighed as he placed the chalk back in the box once more, having
scrawled a messy, but legible 'Monday 7th September' on the
Coffee Shop Chalk board.
Craig still talked to Tweek now and
again. He acted as if nothing had happened between them. But their
friendship was not the same, and Tweek was sure it never would be.
Tweek half wished Craig wouldn't talk to him at all. Almost wishing
for him to simply forget he ever had a small blonde friend, who cared
about him more than true life and who looked up to him. Craig
protected him, he cared for him. And now Tweek had nothing but
memories and he didn't know whether he really wanted them to
fade.
Tweek screwed up his eyes and ran into the store room at the
back of the coffee shop. No-one had arrived in the shop yet, so he
could take a few minutes – more if his father turned up.
Surrounded by large sacks of coffee beans and countless cups
stacked on the shelves, Tweek gulped in deep coffee tasting breaths
as he rubbed his eyes which were slowly filling up with tears.
"Stupid..." he scolded himself as he grabbed his apron.
He slipped it over his head, untangling his hair from the fabric for
a moment, and then tied the two thin straps in a neat bow behind his
back. He wiped his eyes once more and straightened the front of his
apron where it had caught against his clothes.
He crept around
the door again and was relieved to see that the shop was still
deserted. He looked to the board, at his wiggly writing and frowned.
He perched on a small stool behind the counter and stared at the
coffee machine. The barrel was full to the brim with smooth coffee
beans.
"It's all your fault." He muttered at the
machine.
A bell brought Tweek out of his dream like state with a
jump. He looked to the door and saw a tall man walking through the
green door.
'Just
a customer, Tweek.'
"Good Morning." The man smiled.
"Good Morning,
Sir." Tweek replied as he stood and gave the man a weak twitchy
smile.
"I'll have a regular please."
The shop gradually
filled up over the next few hours. Some sat down at tables, and
others ordered to take out. Tweek was rubbing extra hard at a coffee
mark on one of the tables when the bell rang again. Tweek hurriedly
took his place behind the counter and put his cloth on the draining
board of the sink.
"Morning." The customer said. Tweek
noticed that the customer's voice sounded nasal, almost like they
had a bad cold. Tweek looked up, smiling and ready to reply, but then
his smile disappeared and his twitches worsened. He was met by a pair
of pale brown eyes. Hair as black as the very night covered one
slightly in a messy fringe cut. His chin was curved in a rounded
point and his skin was slightly tanned. It was the boys smile,
however, that caught Tweek off guard.
"C-Craig? What are y-you
doing here?" He asked, backing away from the counter
slightly.
"Well this is a coffee shop, right?" Craig asked,
raising an eyebrow. Tweek could do nothing but nod slowly.
"Then
I'm obviously here for a coffee, dumbass." The finger was
out.
"R-Regular, Large or S-Small, Sir?" Tweek asked, looking
away from Craig to the Coffee Machine.
"Don't do that."
Craig frowned. Tweek looked up with a quizzical look on his face. He
didn't understand why Craig was being so... calm and talkative.
"Do
w-what?" Tweek asked, switching on the machine at the plug socket.
"Don't go all professional. I'm your friend. I've been in
here before and I always have the same. "
'Friend...
he just said that I'm his friend?! After all he's done and after
everything I've done – he calls me his friend?!'
"Uh,
sure. Sorry." Tweek said, nodding and grabbing a small cup.
The
pair remained silent all the while. Tweek shoved the cup under the
steady flow of steaming hot coffee streaming from the machine and
watched it fill to the brim. Craig watched Tweek intently, watching
the frustrated expression and watching his nervous hands fumble.
A
year ago... "You
took your time." Craig
stepped closer to the blonde, wrapping his arms around his shoulders
and thereby preventing him to leave. Then. Tweek almost
collapsed against the wall as a pair of warm lips pressed themselves
onto his. Alcohol. His breath was warm. His mouth was
warm. His hands were warm as they released and played around his
neck. "Craig?" "Were
going up to my room. Call us if my parents get back." Craig said,
stomping up the stairs and swaying side to side as he walked.
"D-Didn't mean to.." Tweek stammered as
he reached the bottom of the stairs. "I had to clean my shirt."
He said, indicating the wet patch on his chest. "Kyle spilt beer on
me."
Craig laughed slightly, glancing back to the open door of
the living room, where all that could be seen was Kenny, sprawled out
on the floor sleeping after a long night partying.
"I couldn't
fix it..." Tweek whined, tugging at the green shirt he was wearing.
"I think you still look hot. You scrub up kinda nice when you
want to." Craig said, grinning.
"I...I what?" Tweek asked,
looking straight at Craig with red cheeks.
"Your ears blocked
up?" Craig asked, tapping Tweek's head lightly with a finger. "I
said you look hot."
Tweek frowned and pushed Craig away.
"You
stink of beer. You're drunk."
"That may be, but still."
Craig grinned even wider.
"Go in there and go to sleep!" Tweek
ordered shakily, pointing a finger to the living room.
"You
going to come with me?" Craig asked, looking as if he was being
serious. Perhaps he was.
"Just go, alright!" Tweek said,
turning away from Craig. He didn't like it when Craig was drunk –
he didn't act normal. It scared Tweek slightly.
"You're not even going to
thank me for the compliment?" Craig whispered into the blonde's
ear. Craig's warm breath against his ear made Tweek shiver
slightly.
"T-Thank you, Craig." Tweek stammered.
"I want
more than words as a thank you." Craig whispered, pressing closer
to the blonde.
"Well wha-"
Tweek was spun round and backed
into the wall. Craig loomed over him being taller. One of the dark
haired male's hands were on the wall, and the other... on Tweek's
waist.
"Craig! What are you-"
"Shh, Tweek." Craig
whispered as he took the hand from Tweek's waist, and placed it on
his lips. "And don't look so scared.."
Tweek's hands
shook, half with fear and half with longing.
"S-Sorry."
"Don't
apologize."
Craig's forehead was on Tweek's now. His warm
steady breaths mingled with Tweek's shuddering ones.
"I meant
it, you know." Craig said, hand back on Tweek's waist once more.
"When I said you looked really hot. I never realised you could look
so good."
Tweek bit his lip slightly. Craig either meant what he
was saying, or it was the alcohol talking... either way... There was
no way Tweek could stop Craig doing what he thought he wanted to
do.
"C-Craig. Y-Your drunk." Tweek said, attempting to push
Craig away. Craig gripped the both of the blonde's hands and held
them securely with a single of his own.
Tweek hung limply against the wall as Craig worked like a
madman.
"C-Craig!" Tweek gasped as he moved away for air.
"What?"
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look
like?"
"I don't want-"
"Then why are your arms around
my neck?"
Tweek recoiled his arms and hunched them up to his
chest.
"I didn't mean t-"
A voice
called from the doorway leading to the living room, and revealed to
belong to Kyle.
Craig groaned and rolled his eyes.
"I'm
kinda busy here, Kyle. In case you haven't noticed."
"Yeah,
I realised.
"Just get lost if you have nothing to
say." Craig said, flipping the auburn off smoothly.
"You
should get a room if you don't want people noticing you. You are in
the middle of the corridor." Kyle said. Craig flipped him off once
again and grabbed Tweek's hand.
"Alright then. We will. Fuck
you." Craig slurred as he tottered to the foot of the stairs.
"Fuck
me? Fuck Tweek." Kyle laughed.
"C-Craig!" Tweek
squeaked.'Where
are we going?! Please god tell me we aren't going where I think we
are!'
"Fair
enough." Kyle laughed, walking back into the living room.
"That
will be $1.50 please."
Craig dug in his pocket and brought out
a handful of change.
"I need to get a wallet.." he grumbled
as he moved the coins around in his hand.
Finally handing over
the correct change, he grabbed the coffee cup and turned.
'He's
gone. I feel much better now.' Tweek lied to himself.
But to his
surprise, Craig turned back around with a stool in his free hand and
set it by the counter.
"Think I'll sit with you since there's
only old people in here." He smiled.
Tweek nodded and looked to
the coffee machine. It was half full.
"I-I gotta re-fill this.
B-Be right back." Tweek squeaked as he ran back into the back
room.
"What is going on with you, Craig?!" Tweek hissed,
more to himself than anyone else.
"Why are you talking to me?
Why do you have to talk to me..."
In the other room, Craig
leant against the counter, sipping the coffee that he didn't
particularly want right now.
Something was going on in his mind
that he liked, but that could not happen under any circumstances! Not
that it would happen anyway.
He turned the cup around in his
hands, spinning it in a slow circle.
'Something's
wrong with Tweek too. He's acting.. Well. I guess I can't blame
him. I'm surprised he hasn't barred me from this place after what
I did.'
Craig
opened his eyes, then shut them again as the bright yellow sun hit
his sleepy eyes. Once his eyes were closed, the sun still made the
dark of his eyelids glow in a deep orange. He attempted to move his
arms up to his face and rub his eyes, but his arms wouldn't move.
He opened his eyes again, squinting against the vivid yellow sun. "Shit." "Shit!" he cursed
again as he ran over to where his jeans lay. He shoved them on
quickly. Now at least he had a little dignity and nothing looked
suspicious. He hoped. "There's
no use getting worked up about it. It's done now." Craig said as
he tugged a shirt over his head. "Shut up." Tweek
muttered. "It
doesn't m-matter." Tweek said, tugging at his arm uselessly while
staring at the floor. He kept his head low – not wanting to meet
Craig's glance as they touched on this awkward and painful
subject.
But he found the so-called sun, to be a mass of yellow hair. His
arms were wrapped around a slim form, breathing in shuddering
breaths.
"...Tweek?" Craig whispered. Then, he realised what
must have happened, though he couldn't remember.
He
sat up, tugging his arms out from underneath the blonde and standing
up. He was wearing merely underwear.
Tweek stirred in the bed slightly.
"What
the hell have I done." Craig muttered. He walked over to the
sleeping form and prodded it with a finger.
"Tweek." Craig
yelled.
"Nnnn!"
"Tweek, get up!"
The blonde rose,
the blankets falling from his shoulders.
"What?" he
complained. Then he caught sight of Craig... shirtless.
"Craig!"
he yelled, throwing the cover over his head. "Get dressed before
you do that."
"Don't play dumb with me, Tweek. You weren't
drunk. You have to remember what happened even if I don't. It's
not hard to guess." Craig said, walking over the strewn clothes to
his closet.
"What hap..." Tweek's eyes widened as he
appeared from under the covers and saw
"B-But..."
"You have to
leave. Go. Get your stuff and leave." Craig said, plainly.
"Your
just going to throw me out?" Tweek asked, standing up.
"That's
right."
"But..."
"But it doesn't matter. Forget what
happened, alright?"
"So I was just some mistake?"
"Everything
was a mistake."
Tweek's eyes filled with tears as he put on
his own shirt, silently.
"You can do it a little quicker than
that." Craig said from where he was standing in front of the
mirror, brushing his hair.
"What?" Craig asked, whipping round and glaring at
the blonde.
"I said Shut up!" Tweek yelled.
"Your telling
me to shut up?"
"You catch on pretty fucking fast, don't
you, Craig?!"
Craig slammed the closet door shut and walked over
to Tweek.
"I won't be talked to like that!"
"What are
you g-going to do, Craig?!" Tweek demanded, shaking still but
looking resolute and angry. Craig looked about to hit the blonde, but
instead picked up his own hat from across the back of his chair and
stormed out of his room, not saying anything else. Tweek fumbled with
his hands and knocked his foot into his shoe more comfortably before
running after Craig.
"Craig, wait!" Tweek yelled.
"What
for?" Craig asked, turning round and glaring at Tweek. "I made
one hell of a fucking mistake and there's nothing to go back to
while it's still here."
Tweek's heart made a terrible sink,
somewhere into the regions of his stomach.
"I know... You k-keep
saying so. Just... d-don't tell people lies.. even if you are
drunk." Tweek stammered, walking slowly past Craig.
"Lies?"
Craig asked, furrowing his brow as he caught Tweek's arm.
"It fucking well does!" Craig growled, yanking the
blonde's arm back and forcing him to look up. Flipping him off
automatically.
"What do you mean by lies?" he asked, holding
Tweek so tight that he could barely move even if he wanted to. "What
did I say?"
"You were drunk. I unders-stand that it didn't
mean a-anything." Tweek said, snapping his focus onto the floor
again, and begging his tears not to fall.
"Shit." Craig cursed
again as realisation dawned upon him. Tweek looked at him with
shaking eyes and hands.
"I told you I loved you, didn't
I?"
"I
love you, Tweek."
"...W-What?!"
"Stop saying what! You
heard me."
"But, Craig... You..."
"I mean it, Tweek. I
love you and I always have."
"W-Well... I guess... I-I love
you, t-too."
Tweek
looked away, to the floor again, and nodded slowly. Tweek's
heart stopped for a moment. Tweek didn't want it to start again. He
wanted to leave this house, this world, this life. How could
everything go so terribly for a nineteen year old? His
eyes slowly filled with salty water... He took one last look at
Craig, who was looking slightly sympathetic. That just made Tweek
feel worse.
Craig released
the blondes arm and spun round, running a hand through his hair as he
faced the wall and wondered what the hell he was going to do.
"I-I'm
sorry..." Tweek muttered, quietly. Craig turned back to the blonde,
looking at the floor too, and shook his head.
"No, it's me
who should be sorry. Anyway, Tweek, you know I could never
be..."
"With me." Tweek suggested quietly as he looked to
his scruffy trainers.
"W-Well... Yeah, I guess. But... I..."
Craig stumbled over his words, looking for the best way to tell Tweek
this. He could simply not tell him? Keep it a secret... Then again,
he would only find out from someone else and that would be more
painful for the blonde.
"I have... a girlfriend."
Tweek ran down the stairs faster than anyone had ever
seen a close to adult-hood boy go. He stopped only to grab his
jacket, then left Craig's house in a tear blinded run.
Craig
chased down the stairs after Tweek, but by the time he had reached
the bottom – the blonde was already out the door and gone.
"I'll
see you later, alright?" Craig yelled after the figure pelting from
his house. He didn't know if he had heard, but either way he
He closed the door, then threw
his back against it. He let a noise of frustration leave his throat
and he rubbed his face with a hand.
The living room door was
open, and through it he could see a spotless room, his friends gone,
and his parents sleeping on the sofa.'Kyle
must have told them. Thank fuck they didn't check on us.'
Tweek
emerged from the back room a while later, after deciding that he
could hide from Craig no longer without looking suspicious. He put
the small coffee sack in his hands, down on the counter in front of
Craig. He then silently poured coffee beans into the barrel.
Craig
observed this, hand under his chin and elbow on the table.
Tweek
could feel Craig's eyes watching everything he did, like some
spooky security camera.
Once he had finished, the small sack was
almost empty, so he placed it under the counter.
"So,
Tweekie. How've you been?" Craig asked, sipping the coffee that
was now nearly cold.
"What's that s-supposed to mean?" Tweek
asked, his hands shaking as he attempted to wash the cups in the
sink.
"I was only making polite conversation, man." Craig
said, shrugging and looking away.
"I-I've been... fine, thank
you." Tweek mumbled into his apron.
"Good. I've been fine
too. Thanks for asking." Craig grinned.
Tweek frowned, making
himself a cup of coffee.
It was slow time now. Most business
appeared in the mornings when people were going to work, then on
their dinner breaks and finally when their work was over. The times
in between were almost always slow and hardly anyone came
in.
However, a girl entered the shop soon enough. She was of
medium height and skinny. She had long brunette hair, that she had
tied up into two large pigtails either side of her head. She had what
was normally recognised as an 'emo fringe' though it did not
cover all of her eye, it merely brushed the top of it. She wore
relatively plain clothes. A white polo neck, a green jumper, jeans
and boots.
She walked over to the counter and stood next to
Craig.
"Don't worry, Honey." She said to Tweek. "I don't
drink coffee." She smiled, then looked to Craig. "I thought you
were going to text me when you woke up?"
"Ah, sorry. I
forgot." Craig smiled. "I was visiting a friend." He said,
pointing to Tweek.
'There
he goes again. Using that word."
The
girl looked to Tweek and smiled.
"Oh so this is Tweek?" She
stretched a hand out to Tweek. "I'm Karly. Craig's
girlfriend."
Tweek nodded, not taking the girls hand.
"N-Nice
to meet you."
Karly retracted her hand and pulled up a stool
to sit next to Craig.
"Why don't you come sit out here with us
Tweek? No-one will be in for a while, right?" Craig asked,
gesturing to another stool.
"No thanks." Tweek said, drying a
coffee cup with still shaking hands. But these shakes were of
anger..
"Why not?" Craig asked, frowning. Tweek threw the
cloth down, and placed the cup on the work top.
"Why do you
think." Tweek hissed. He then turned on his heel and banged the
door back into the supply room.
Craig looked to Karly with a
dumbfounded look. He rose and followed Tweek.
"I'll be right
back." He said, as he pushed open the door.
Tweek was facing
the notice board, his hands balled into fists and angry tears
threatening to fall.
"What the hell was that all about? You were
so unreasonable back there." Craig said, closing the door behind
him.
"Me, unreasonable?!" Tweek screeched, turning round and
scowling at Craig. "How about you. Bringing your g-girlfriend in
here and sitting right in front of m-me!"
"Oh, Tweek. Not
this." Craig said with a sigh. "I thought you understood."
"I
understood p-perfectly well. I just apologize if this is o-one
mistake on your part that will be hard to f-forget!" Tweek said,
walking over to the stacks of cups, his back to Craig and bringing a
few more down.
"Don't walk away from me when I'm trying to
talk to you!" Craig said, flipping the blonde off.
"Why,
what are you g-going to do to me? I'm n-not scared of you,
C-Craig." Tweek said, remaining with his back to the dark haired
male.
"I'm not going to do anything to you. I just think we
need to talk about this." Craig said, walking closer to the blonde,
his hands in his own pockets.
"Talk? I don't want
to t-talk about this. I'm just one h-huge fucking mistake, right?"
Tweek asked, taking his time to pick the cups.
"Look,
Tweek."
"No!" Tweek yelled, turning to face Craig
and poking him in the chest as he spoke. "You w-were my
best f-friend and as soon as you
make a 'mistake' it seems to be all my fault. You
were the one leading that n-night. You
were the one who lied and You
were the one who..." Tweek stopped here, turning away from Craig
and walking away.
"Who what?" Craig asked, rubbing his chest
slightly where Tweek's bony fingers had made contact.
"Who
broke my heart." Tweek said, quietly. "You made m-me believe
everything y-you said. Because I t-trusted you. I figured t-that the
jealousy I felt when other people were a-around you was just a way I
e-explained how I
felt while I wanted t-to cover up the truth." he said, sitting down
against the wall and looking sorry for himself.
"I guess that
while I w-was scared... I w-was happy too."
Craig took a
deep breath and leant against the wall on the opposite side of the
room to Tweek.
"I don't really remember what happened. I just
woke up and felt really bad. I guess... that I did want to... but
Karly."
Tweek shook his head. "It's not an excuse for you to
feel sorry for me, Craig. I know that you didn't want to... You're
just going to have to be more careful, so you don't go breaking
anyone else's heart. Karly seems nice."
"You won't tell
her, right?" Craig asked, sitting next to Tweek tentatively. Tweek
shook his head, smiling.
"Thanks, Tweek."
Craig gazed
at Tweek for a moment, his smile warm. Tweek blinked back.
All at
once, in no less than three seconds, Tweek had been pushed into the
corner between the shelves and the wall.
Craig was kissing him
again. And this time... he was sober.
Therefore, he was doing it
of his own accord.
Tweek pushed the boy away.
"Craig!" was
all he could squeak. Craig was grinning, he said nothing in reply to
Tweek. He only pressed their lips together again, his hand on Tweek's
neck. Tweek seemed to melt, his brain shut down and he wrapped his
spindly arms around Craig's neck as he was pressed against the
floor.
Craig seemed to be making good use of his situation,
playing with Tweek's electric hair and stroking every inch of the
boy's neck and face.
When he finally stopped, Tweek was gasping
for breath, and Craig was the same.
"What.. was that?"
Tweek asked, still lying on the floor.
"I think it was a kiss.
What do you think it was?" Craig panted, smiling.
"I think it
was awesome." Tweek laughed, sitting up. "But you're
s-seriously confusing me, Craig. What a-are you feeling in that
h-head of yours?"
"I dunno. I guess everyone makes mistakes.
But they teach us a lesson, right? And some mistakes you want to keep
making."
Craig stood up and opened the door.
"Where you
g-going?" Tweek asked from where he was sat.
"Going to tell
Karly that it's not working."
"Craig! You can't do that!"
Tweek squeaked.
"She won't care. She hasn't been interested
lately, anyway." Craig shrugged. He looked back to Tweek.
"See
you later?"
Tweek smiled and nodded.
So heartbreak can be
a pain in your heart. You can feel so alone that you almost feel
suicidal.
Sometimes, when you attempt to make it better, it
doesn't always result in you getting back together, but you can be
talking. Like normal again.
You may wish that there may be
something still left and in time, perhaps.
Only time knows, and
only time can heal.
"Sympathy
constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or
opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together
make up one whole."
-Samuel
Taylor Coleridge
