Switching person. Third now. It's because I love all you tortured viewers who begged for more that I'm writing this next chapter. I have absolutely no idea where this is going. For creative suggestions, please do not hesitate to alert me.
Also, I think it's been a year, so my voice might have changed. Dunno. Have fun with the long awaited second chapter. I'll have to see if there'll be a third. I know it's short. I don't like this fic very much. Mainly because I don't like Creek as much as I did. Mainly because I don't like Tweek as much as I did. Craig is still the bomb, though.
How Craig found himself struggling to stay awake, sitting on the ground at the foot of Tweek's bed for a sleepover was beyond him. How did he get in this situation? Oh, right, caring about Tweek's sanity. Since when did that ever happen? He sighed and banged head against the coffee colored walls, giving a slow-reacting wince.
"GNOMES!" Came a sudden scream, just as Craig thought the jumpy kid had finally fallen asleep after lacking coffee.
"God damn it, Tweek!" He hissed after hitting his head again in surprise, rubbing it. "What the fuck?"
"I heard a th-thump! The GNOMES! They're out to g-get m-me!" He screeched, shaking in his pajamas. Craig's patience was thinning to a critical level. The past boner at imagining his friend's sex-ridden face was far from his mind, replaced with irritation. Of course, if he couldn't handle irritation, he would've broken his friendship with Tweek about nine years ago when they were eight. But no, he stuck around because of some strange protective feeling he felt over the twitchy blond. It must've been because he appeared as though he would end up shaking himself into a concussion if he didn't have someone to look after him. He was a little brother and that was all.
"Tweek…"
"They're IN THE WALLS! They-they-they stole all my c-c-coffee-e-e and are p-plotting my dem-mise!" He panicked, curling into himself. Tweek rocked back and forth in a way that would make an asylum patient afraid, omitting small, sharp screams until a fat pillow covered his face harshly. He fell back, but the pillow followed until his harsh shrieks dulled into struggled breathing.
"Are you done freaking now?" Craig asked, pulling away the pillow. He leaned over the now calmer blond who stared at him in confused wonder, only his hands showing signs of trembling.
"M-Mm… Y-Yeah…" He replied in a whisper, his friend appearing closer than Craig would usually allow. If a male was within a foot of another male, Craig labeled it 'gay'. That was just how it worked.
"Good." The raven growled and pulled back to sit on the bed, looking out the window, no longer sleepy. He couldn't sleep. He was keeping watch for any gnomes that might advance from the underwear drawer to suck out Tweek's lower intestines through bendy straws. Even if the shaky kid annoyed him, Craig had to give him points for gory creativity. It must have come from the years of forcing the most suspenseful horror movies down his throat so he got used to them. After all, Craig refused to watch anything but action and horror. He couldn't tolerate the romantic comedies his stupid sister watched featuring Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks. They were all the same. Meet, fuck, break up, apologize, live happily ever after. At least in horror movies, something would fuck up, a crap load of people would die, and no one lived happily ever after.
Craig liked horror films because they told the truth. No one lived happily ever after.
The football player was pulled out of his daydreams by the feeling of a stare on him. He rolled his dark blue eyes to Tweek who squeaked and squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassed at getting caught. Gay.
