I am SOO sorry for not writing lately. The past few months have been really hard on me, I've had my heart broken and fixed and broken again! It's hard to write about love and drama when you're going through it yourself. I feel bad for all the people that have been waiting patiently for my next chapter and promise I will update for frequently. Anyway, enough about my boring life, I hope you enjoy. This chapter really took a lot to make.
"SHIT!"
"Hello?"
"Kenny!?"
"dude, what's up?"
"I need your help!"
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There was a nock at the door. The blonde on the couch looked up from his book to see someone standing outside the window. He dropped the hard back and rushed over to the door.
"Craig?" he said, swinging the door open.
"Thomas!" the ebony haired boy screamed, wrapping his arms tightly around him.
Thomas could smell the alcohol hanging from his breath.
"What are you doing here?" Thomas questioned, forcing the drunken teen off of him
"I wanted to see my buddy!"
Craig smiled and leaned in to kiss him but Thomas quickly dodged and let Craig stumble forward into the couch.
"What did ya do that for!?" Craig slurred.
Thomas shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"
Craig giggled and looked dizzily up at the blonde in front of him. "Two, four….seven."
"Seven!?"
"Maybe eight." Craig smiled.
"Craig!"
"Thomas!" Craig laughed, rolling onto the floor. Suddenly he stopped and started crawling on all fours to the kitchen. "Got any wine?" he asked.
"No, ugh…my mom doesn't care for it."
"Bullshit, your mom used to chug that shit!" Craig screamed as he rummaged through Thomas's cabinets.
"Craig, I really don't have any!"
"C'mon, it's got to be here somewhere!" Craig bit his lip
"Craig, please just come sit on the couch and-"
"Hah, found it!" Craig cheered. Popping the lid off, he greedily downed the red liquid, drinking at it as if he was suffering from de-hydration. Thomas sighed and watched the ebony haired boy attack the wine bottle.
Suddenly Craig stopped and looked up at the blonde. "Thomas!" he smiled. "I have a great idea!" Thomas raised a brow as Craig set the bottle down and wrapped an arm around him. "Wah-we should go upstairs and have a little party of our own."
"I don't think so." Thomas shrugged Craig's arm off of him.
"Why not!?"
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Thomas raised two.
Hiccup "Aw, No fair I asked you first!"
"If you can answer my question then I'll go upstairs with you!"
Craig smiled and scooted closer to Thomas; he bent in close and focused on Thomas's hand for about a minute. "Four!" he stated confidently.
"Wrong." Thomas sighed, sitting down at the kitchen table.
"What!?" Craig moaned. "Best two out of three!" he demanded.
"No Craig, you lost."
"But I need you Thomas!"
Thomas bowed his head. He had waited forever to hear those words but now he wished he's never had.
"No…you don't."
Craig sighed and grabbed the wine bottle. "Kenny would've gone upstairs with me."
"Not sober."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means Kenny's only horny when he's drunk."
"Why are you-hiccup-making things so difficult!?" Craig pouted.
"Because you don't really mean what you're saying."
"Yes I do!" Craig began. "Please Thomas, I love you!"
Thomas clinched his fist and stood up, walking toward the door.
"Get out!" he screamed.
"WH-what"? He asked, his eyes wide with fear.
"I said get out!"
Craig dropped his head and brought his hands up to his face. Thomas could see his back heaving up and down and hear the small gasp coming from his mouth. Craig Tucker was crying.
"Craig…" Thomas gently shut the door.
"No one wants me!" Craig fell to the floor. "Not you, not my mom or my dad!" he let his hands fall to his sides. "Not Tweek!"
Thomas could feel his heart breaking. "Tweek…" he spat. His voice was coated by bitterness that stuck out like a broken chord on a guitar. He looked down at the boy on the floor and felt his pain. He knew what it was like to not be able to have the one you loved. Even if you were willing to do anything, there are just some things that don't compare to their hearts desire.
He sighed and knelt down beside the ebony haired boy. He placed a soft hand on his back and let his head fall onto his shoulders. "Tweek will forgive you..." Craig sighed and let the tears fall from his face shamelessly.
"I messed up bad!" he began. "I hurt him, I was the one person he could truly trust and I ruined it!" Craig slammed a hard fist on the ground. "Even if he did forgive me, I don't deserve him!"
Thomas shushed the boy in his arms and rubbed his back, reassuring him everything would okay. It was ironic, Thomas had dreamt of holding Craig for years and now he finally had his wish.
He sighed and ran his fingers through Craig's hair, twirling the long locks in soothing circles. "I need another drink…" he sniffled. Thomas shook his head and looked up at the ceiling.
"Me too." He breathed
Craig slowly stumbled out of his arms and reached for the half empty bottle. With a loud pop the bottle came open and the boy poured the wine down his throat. Thomas just watched. There was no use in trying to stop him, he would just leave and probably hurt himself. He would just have to wait till he passed out on the floor or couch.
He sighed; tonight was going to be a long night.
Craig sat at the table, chugging the bottle as fast as he could. Suddenly he stopped and dropped the bottle. Thomas turned to find shattered glass on the floor and a drunken Craig leaning over. Quickly he rushed over to him with trash bag and held his hair back.
Craig immediately grabbed the bag and threw up in it. Thomas turned his head away and reached for the phone on the table. Quickly he dialed a number and brought it up to his ear
Ring
Ring
Ring
"SHIT!"
"Hello?"
"Kenny?"
"Dude, what's up?"
"I need your help!"
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There was nock at the door as Thomas expectantly opened it.
"Hey!" he greeted the blonde, giving him a quick hug,
"Hey, is he okay?" Kenny asked, concerned.
"Yeah, he's in the kitchen."
Kenny nodded as they both walked toward the black haired boy at the table. His head was in his hands.
"hey there buddy, how're you feeling?" Kenny rubbed his back gently.
Craig just moaned and glared up at the blonde
"Hah, I thought so." He laughed, slamming a thermos on the table and pushing it toward the drunken boy "Drink up." Craig obeyed and opened the lid. He brought the mug to his lips and started to drink.
Suddenly his eyes grew wide and he spit out the green liquid.
"What the fuck is this?"
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you!" Kenny winked.
Craig groaned and pushed the drink away. "Awh, c'mon buddy. It'll make you feel better and save you from the bitch of a hangover you're in for." Craig sighed and forced the strange juice down his throat.
"That a boy." Kenny smiled.
Thomas grabbed a towel and started whipping up the mess Craig had made. Kenny looked down at the blonde on the floor and smiled.
"But Boner!" Thomas dropped the towel and covered his mouth, his cheeks turning a light pink.
"Here, let me help." Kenny offered, bending down next to the blonde. He nodded and handed him another towel. "So...you and Craig?" Thomas stopped whipping and looked up at the ebony haired boy. "Don't worry, he won't remember this conversation." Kenny reassured.
Thomas sighed. "I'm hopelessly in love…"
Kenny nodded and went back to scrubbing. "Are you sure you're not just in love with the idea?"
"Maybe…I don't know. He was my first real friend."
"So, my first real friend was Cartman."
Thomas started to laugh "Cum guzzler!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up, but it's true." Kenny smiled. "You know, you're pretty cute when you smile…you should do it more often."
Thomas looked down and started scrubbing again. His cheeks were tinged pink. Kenny laughed and stood up. "You know, if you keep scrubbing like that the floor will be clean enough to eat off of." Thomas bit his small pink lips and stood up, throwing the towel in the sink.
"Donkey boner!" Thomas covered his mouth and shook his head. "Sorry" he whispered.
"What for?" Kenny asked.
"Doesn't it get on your nerves?"
"Nah, it's actually pretty adorable."
"Adorable..?"
"Yeah, you should see the look on your face after you curse." Kenny laughed.
Thomas looked down at the ebony haired boy. Craig was fast asleep, drooling all over his wooden table.
"Here, I'll take his legs, you get his arms."
"What!?"
"We can't just leave him here." Kenny laughed. "Lets move him to the couch."
Thomas nodded and grabbed a hold of the boy's shoulder. They both lifted the dead weight up and struggled to get him over the couch.
"damn, for a skinny shit like him he sure weighs a lot!"
"titty sprinkles!" Thomas shouted.
Craig moved and Thomas freaked out, dropping the boy in his arms, Craig's head hit the floor and Kenny dropped his feet, laughing uncontrollably at the blonde in front of him.
"Dude, this isn't funny, what if he's hurt!?"
Kenny shook his head. "Trust me; he's been hit with worse."
Thomas nodded and grabbed a hold of the boy's arms again. They both carried him over and gently laid him down on the couch.
Kenny smiled and looked over at the blonde next to him. Maybe the night wouldn't be that long afterall.
AN: Like i said, I'm really sorry. I'm all mixed up right now and have no clue if this chapter is even good or not. Although it did kill time and gave me a chance to vent, most of Thomas' words are my own and how i currently feel right now. The next chapter will probably be less...depressing but i have no promises. Thank you for all the reviews and support. I can honestly say i don't know if i'd still be writing this if it weren't for all of you guys.
Thanks for reading