Author's notes: A continuation to 'movie night' by request from Foodstamp. Sappier than the first, but I kinda like it that way :is hit: Enjoy!
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Tweek Tweak had been lying in bed for two and half hours simply staring at the ceiling and trying to block out Craig Tucker's snores that came from the sofa-bed he was sleeping on.
It was not going well.
After a further hour of tossing and turning and trying to sleep, the blonde threw back his blankets and planted his bare feet firmly on the floor, effectively giving up for the night in favour of watching some late-night/early morning TV, pausing only to glare at his best friend through the darkness before making his way out of his room, closing his door quietly behind him and making his way down the stairs.
Downstairs, he switched every light on there was, trying to rid the house of any lingering shadows the night had brought along. His parents were away for the weekend so they would not know and he had no intention of waking Craig. Not if he wanted to keep his teeth, best friend or not.
Fetching a mug of coffee, brewed earlier and warmed in the microwave, Tweek fell into the sofa with a sigh and took a sip of the bitter-sweet drink, his eyes only then falling to the piles of DVD's that littered the floor.
He paused, moving to place his coffee on the side and pushing himself onto the floor so as to better view the movies Craig had bought with him. The horror pile he had not even contemplated earlier caught his eye – maybe it had been a little mean of him to simply reject them out of hand, maybe they were not that bad...
Tentatively, he reached out to the pile, pulling them over to where he now sat cross-legged on the floor and picked up the first title.
'The Blair Witch project', now he had heard all about that movie from Token, and from what he could gather, it was not for the even slightly nervous and paranoid, let alone the ludicrously so.
He lifted up one of the sofa cushions and slid the movie and case under it, just in case.
Next, he reached for 'The Texas chainsaw massacre', the mere title of that did not sound good. Texas was far too close to Colorado for Tweek's liking for a start, and then there was that fact that the words 'chainsaw' and 'massacre' were also too close together.
He put that one under a different sofa cushion, he did not want the two movies joining forces to plot against him, after all...
That only left one horror movie – 'Saw'.
He picked up the movie and studied carefully, a frown beginning to form on his face, it was not really giving much away...
The 'R' on the front told him it was not meant for anyone of a nervous disposition, but that was all. The cover was white with what he assumed from the title was supposed to be a circular saw on the front with a foot reflected in it.
Tweek had a feeling the foot was probably no longer attached any other part of the body, but tried not to think about that too much.
"Every puzzle has it's pieces," he read out-loud, just for some kind of sound more than anything, "'Saw will make your blood run cold.'" He did not like the sound of that, eyes immediately darting from the case in his hands to search around the room in random, jumpy movements.
He decided not to turn it over and read the back.
Instead, he took a deep breath and opened the case, determined to at least watch a little of it, popping the innocent looking disk out of its plastic home and inserting it, hands trembling slightly, into the DVD player before returning to the sofa and fumbling with the remote control.
It was a full five minutes before Tweek was screaming into a pillow, eyes squeezed shut and hand blindly searching (and failing) to find the remote again while the TV blared out, sounds just as terrifying as the images he was hiding from were.
Who the hell started a movie with a dead body in a bath tub of blood?! That was hardly easing you in slowly...
Of course it was Craig who saved him in the end, stumbling blindly down the stairs, grumbling under his breath, before switching the TV off and glaring, hands on hips, towards Tweek as he finally let the pillow he was clutching in a death-grip lower and his eyes open slightly to make sure it WAS Craig who was standing there.
"What the FUCK, Tweek?" He asked, watching him through half-open eyes which Tweek was not sure meant he was glaring or just not really awake.
Neither possibility seemed like a good one.
"C-couldn't sleep," he began, shakily letting the pillow move to his lap, watching as his fingers continued to grip it tightly, "I t-thought m-maybe I c-could... w-watch j-just a little, t-then I c-could m-make it up to y-you for being s-so s-scared..." He trailed off at that, eyes filling with terrified tears he refused to let drop and because of that, only looked up when he heard his friend sigh.
"Tweek, you're an idiot." He told the blonde, expression considerably softer than it had been before, almost smiling, Tweek thought, as he shook his head and moved to take a seat beside his friend. "It doesn't matter to me that horror films scare you, everyone's scared of something."
"You're not!" The blonde blurted out, Craig simply raising an eye-brow at the extremeness of that reaction.
"Sure I am," he insisted, shrugging as if it was no big deal, 'nothing to be ashamed of', "bees and wasps, those fucking things scare the shit outta me." Tweek blinked at that.
"You're allergic, they could kill you, it doesn't count." Craig frowned at him.
"Sure it counts," he informed the other, "a serial killer can kill you, a car can kill you, a God-damned tree could kill you if you're standing under it during a thunder-storm or some damn crap. I'm not scared of those things." Tweek simply gaped at the flippancy of the other's words. How was that possible?!
"I AM!" He wailed, pillow coming back up to his face now, only two wide eyes and a mass of blonde, crazy hair sticking up from behind it, causing Craig to crack a smile.
"Yeah, but what I'm saying is by your logic, I should be." He pointed out, causing the pillow to fall a little again while the blonde considered this. "Almost anything can kill you, Tweek, that doesn't mean a thing." He paused for a moment, eyeing the other before sighing a again. "Glove puppets too." He added, only offering the other a side-ways glance at that admission, Tweek blinking and trying to suppress a smile.
"But they can't hurt you, they aren't even real." He said, as if the brunette had not thought about this simple fact before.
"But they look fucking weird, man. They have these... eyes that are all... weird. They look right through you!" He sent the blonde a brief scowl as he continued to try (and fail) at not laughing. "That's not the point anyway, what I was trying to say was everyone's scared of something, it's not a big deal." He shrugged again before letting his tired body fall back into the sofa. "My point is I don't care if you're scared of stuff, you're my friend and friend's don't make each other do stuff they don't want to." He sighed, letting his eyes fall shut and running a hand through his hair, tired beyond words. "You don't have to prove anything by watching some shitty horror film, yeah? Don't worry about it." He dimly wondered at the back of his sleep-filled mind if any of that made sense, too tired to care much either way but knowing that the sooner Tweek was happy, the sooner he could get his much needed sleep, so...
"S-sorry, Craig." Came his reply, barely above a whisper, Craig opening his eyes to see the blonde staring at the pillow in his lap again and looking miserable. He really did not see why this was such a big deal to the other teen, why he would be upset over something so...
He shifted closer to him, moving to drape an arm around his shoulder and pull the over into a trade-mark Craig 'manly' hug.
"Look, you don't have to watch another horror film ever again and I get to keep my secret about the glove puppets, deal?" He tried to grin then, not sure how well he pulled it off being so tired, but when Tweek rested against him a little and he saw the other smile, he figured that was good enough.
Really, he would not want Tweek any other way than exactly how he was, why could the blonde not get that?
"Come on," he began after a moment of silence, fearing he would fall asleep right there if he did not move soon, "back to bed, you need your beauty sleep." He stood then, reaching out a hand to pull the other up and not at all surprised when Tweek, once standing, swatted him around the head with his pillow for that comment.
"Speak for yourself." He muttered, but smiled non-the-less as he made his way towards the stairs, his smile only growing to the sounds of Craig's chuckles as he followed his friend back to his room, shutting off the lights as he went, knowing Tweek would not want to do it.
Upstairs and settled into their various sleeping arrangements, Tweek looked over to where Craig was trying to sleep, thinking for a moment in the dark before calling out to his friend.
"Craig?" He asked, quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for being my friend." Silence followed that statement, Tweek waiting for a response while Craig just smiled stupidly into the darkness.
"You're such a fag, Tweek." He muttered, earning a 'Hey!' from the other as he chuckled lightly, turning on to his side and trying to get comfortable.
And I wouldn't want you any other way.