Hey guys this chapter is a little shorter than the first one but chapter three will be a lot longer so don't worry. I don't know how many chapter total this fic will be but it probably wont be as long as "Why do you stare at me?" and it will definatly progress quicker so look forward to that. Hope you like it, enjoy.
It became a habit of mine to go over to Tweek's house every hour or so and if the door was open I'd close it. I've done this for three days now and he almost always manages to have the door open when I go over.
I wonder how this is going to work out when we have to go to school. Does he make the teacher leave the door open? That's gotta be weird.
I look at the clock, its been an hour and sixteen minutes since I last checked Tweek's door. That may seem a bit excessive but it's not like I had anything else to do.
I put on my jacket and headed next door. Tweek was sitting on the steps to the front porch. "Ngh, d-do you keep c-closing my d-door?"
"Uh, yeah," his eyes looked sad and he frowned at my words.
"Wh-why?" He looked like he was about to cry and suddenly I felt really guilty.
"Your mom, she asked me to," I explained trying not to look at him.
"Oh," he stood up and walked towards me. He stopped about two inches away from me and mumbled something.
"What was that?" my voice cracked, seriously? Why the fuck would my voice crack, maybe I was getting a cold from being outside so much. Yeah that's it.
"I s-said, please don't," he bit his lip nervously.
Damnit. Damnit all to hell.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to his porch, sitting on the steps. "Why are you so worried about it?"
He didn't answer.
I went home. He stayed on his porch until his mom got home and chased him inside. I know that because I saw her do so when I went out for my jog.
He'll probably get sick, it is summer but it's still really fucking cold out.
The next day when I went to go check the door he was sitting outside again. I walked over and sat next to him.
"If you stay out here like this you'll catch a cold." I stared mindlessly ahead of me.
"It's the s-same temperature in th-there," he pointed his thumb over his shoulder at his house.
"It wouldn't be if you closed the door."
No answer.
"What do you do all day?" I guess changing the topic would help.
No answer.
"What's your favorite color?"
Nothing.
"Whatever, I don't need to waste my time on this crap," I stand up.
His fingers lightly grip my sleeve, "g-green."
I sit back down and instead of letting go his hand only moves a bit to rest on mine. His hands are cold.
"Mine's blue," I don't really know what else to say. He nods to let me know he heard me. "Wanna go inside?"
He shakes his head.
"We can leave the door open," I add.
He waits a bit and nods. When we get up he tightens his grip around my hand and his other hand goes to his mouth so he can bite his nails.
I ended up staying with him until his mother got home around 5 today. Some times she get home really early, sometimes she gets home really late. I've never actually seen her husband but he apparently exists because there are about four million family photos around Tweek's house.
Tweek didn't talk much when we were in his house. He answered any questions I had in as few words as he could. He never let go of my hand though.
When Tweek's mom got home she called for Tweek to help her with some groceries. He got up off of his bed and dragged me down stairs with him. Literally.
"Oh hi Craig, I didn't know you were over. Would you like to stay for dinner?"
I shook my head, "No thanks, I have to be getting home soon anyway." I'm not sure if he noticed but when I said that Tweek's grip got a little bit tighter.
"You go walk him out dear," Tweek's mom said, unpacking some groceries.
"O-okay mom," he pulled me to the front door, which was closed. He opened it and we stood there for a bit, my hand still in his grip.
Finally I broke the silence, "I'll see you tomorrow."
He nodded and his hand fell down to his side.
I walked back to my house and was surprised to see my parents sitting on the couch, my sister on the floor, watching TV together. "Hey Craig," my sister got up off the floor and walked over to me, "Where ya been?"
"Neighbors house," I said, walking into the kitchen. Ruby followed me like a duckling.
"That nut job next door?" My dad asked from the other room.
"Yeah," I shouted back, "he's cool." I poured myself a bowl of cereal and went back into the living room to watch TV with everyone.
"I bet you like him, don't you Craig?" my sister laughed.
I just continued eating my cereal.
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