Chapter Six: New Hideout
Craig and I started walking to West Park as soon as we woke up, side by side. We had slept in another store, dangerous I know. But this time we didn't get caught. Of course though, my partner had to 'restock' on our supplies. I still don't understand why we have to steal! We'll get caught eventually, I'm sure of it. Then we'll get thrown into jail and get gang rape. I'm not ready for that! Oh, then we'll have to eat that poorly made food, which probably has poison in it from the Underwear Gnomes! Those sneaky little monsters are following me, I could smell them. I can even hear their tiny foot steps hitting the concrete! I wish I could just snatch Robert out of backpack right now and squeeze him close. I have to be brave for Craig.
Speaking of which, Clyde's words have been ringing in my ears since yesterday. What does he mean how Craig looks at me, more than a reminder of his mom? I tried to look into the raven's eyes to see how he stares at me, but it's too much pressure man! I never knew how hard it is to stare at the person you like in the eyes(even harder when Craig is wearing those black shades)! And oh Jesus Christ! I can't believe I have a crush on Craig! On all people, my heart chooses him? I should have asked Clyde on what to do with a person you like. I think you're supposed to tell the guy. TOO MUCH PRESSURE! And won't God punish me with his almighty power for liking another male? The Devil will reach into the earth and snatch me up. Then again, he's probably not real. Then how did we get here? Are we all simply someone else's imagination? Why am I in someone's head? Why is the person imagining me putting me in such a situation?
"Uh, Tweek? Are you okay?" Craig had glanced at me worriedly. I hadn't noticed I was yanking my hair, eyes shut, and grinding my teeth together.
"Ngh, y-yes...just bad t-thoughts.."
"Oh Tweek, you're with me. Nothing will get you." He assured, then sighed. "However, girls keep their hair neat." Ah, I forgot I was a girl. I nodded my head.
Craig pulled out the brush in his pocket, and started to fix my hair. Cripes, he's touching me. He's TOUCHING me! As he was brushing my locks, he gazed into my eyes. I couldn't help but study my attention on my feet.
"So, did you think about how you'll make the coffee Donovan bought?" Craig asked. "How will you cook it without a coffeemaker or stove?"
I paused for a moment.
"AAAHH!" I pulled my hair again. "I'm such a-an idiot! How-ack-could I want coffee, but n-not think about how I will drink it!"
Craig sighed again and chuckled. He removed my hands and fixed my hair once more.
"We'll find some kind of way to drink it. Anyways if we pass a Dunkin' Donuts we could get some there."
"T-thank you." I smiled. "I love-ngh-Dunkin Donuts coffee."
We began walking again. After some moments, I spoke up.
"Uhm, h-how will we get to West P-Park?"
"By walking." He deadpanned. "Luckily it's not that far from where we are, so would should be there soon."
"Erk, I've been to South Park and North Park, but never West Park..." I fiddled with my fingers. I'm heading off to new territory. I'll get destroyed! Bombs will be waiting for me there! What if West Park is badder than South and North Park combined?
"I think you might like West Park better." Craig smirked, seeming to know what I was thinking. "My dad used to take me there when he still lived with us."
I was instantly interested. The raven rarely speaks of his parents or family. I've never even heard about his dad. Or that he's been to West Park before.
"What did you two do there?" I asked politely. He grinned gently, cocking his head.
"We used to go to the petting zoo, feeding the animals." An image of a tinier Craig handing a carrot to a goat popped into my head. I giggled.
"Y-your dad sounds-ngh-nice."
"Yea, he is. How are your parents?" Yes, we're bonding and getting to know each other! Wait, why am I thinking such a thing?
"They're-" Before I could answer, Wendy Testaburger and Bebe Stevens were in front of us.
I almost screamed, but Craig grabbed my hand instinctively. The tensing feeling came back, and I blushed.
"Hello. We are just wondering if you have seen these two missing boys." Bebe informed. Wendy held up 2 pictures of us, before the makeover. I miss my unruly hair and misplaced buttoned clothing. In the image, I was working at the coffee shop. Craig's picture was him getting caught smoking behind the school.
"No, we haven't seen anyone like that." The raven said in a deep nasally voice. He was masking how he sounds. "Right?"
I nodded my head agreeing.
"Ah, that's too bad. Tweek is this boy right here in the picture. He's very jittery and paranoid. Like this pretty girl next to you." Wendy described me, smiling at me.
"Yeah. Craig is this tough goth kid who has a nasally voice, like yours." Bebe stated, looking over Craig. They start to stare at us more observantly. Uh-oh, they're catching on! My partner saw this and spoke quickly.
"Well, see ya!" He squeezed my hand we ran pass them. They were calling us back, but we kept on. Until we were around the corner and down a few blocks, we stopped.
"T-that was t-too close man!" I panted. "W-we've been running a-around a lot lately."
"Why is everyone suddenly searching for us?" Craig growled. "We seriously need to find a hideout in West Park."
"H-how?"
"I'll figure that out."
About around 9:45pm, we got there. The only reason it took so long, was because Wendy and Bebe had kept chasing us around. Who would have known girls could run and be so sneaky? I was scared for my life! They had suddenly jumped out from a car and almost snatched us. Fortunately, Craig had stolen some silly spray from the store and let it loose. The girls screamed and complained about their outfits being ruined. Also we had took breaks to eat.
"S-so, where i-is our cover going-ngh-to be at?" I inquired, looking at my teammate who had stopped and scanned the town.
"Hm, we need to go to the poor part of West Park. C'mon." He grabbed my hand and started moving again.
As we kept walking, I noticed how murky and dingy everything gotten. Once it was happy and fun looking, now it's a dark abyss meant to swallow me whole! The sturdy buildings turned into broken down, burned ones. Broken windows and rats in the knocked down trash cans. Graffiti on the walls and sidewalks, kids with dirt on their faces scattering around. Even the sun was blocked by clouds! This will bring such ill-will. Cripes, this has got to be the vampire's hangout! It's dark enough for them, it has to be true! Now I'll become a blood drinking beast by midnight. I cling closer to Craig, wrapping both arms around his. He only patted my head and smiled. Our legs brushed against each other as we moved. Finally, our journey ended when we spotted an abandoned house.
On the front, it had 4 windows. 2 big ones at the bottom, and guessing on the second floor, was 2 skinny ones. 3 of them were broken. The door had a hole in the up left corner. The roof looked pretty stable. The wood on the house was grey and black, a huge tree stood above it. Casting an evil shadow down upon it.
"Perfect!" Craig cheered. I snapped my attention towards him.
"A-are you s-s-serious?" I gasped. "Y-you don't mean-ACK-we're gonna l-live there?"
"We don't have friends in West Park. We don't have money to buy a place. And I'm sure as hell not making our hideout. This'll have to do." He explained.
"H-horror movies a-always have a-abandoned w-warehouses.." I stuttered, shuffling on my feet.
"Well it isn't a warehouse." He pointed out. taking his shades off and showing me his midnights. Why do I want to fall into them? "It's either you stay out here, or you're coming in."
With that, my raven jogged up the steps and went inside the horrid house. Slamming the door. It took me about 2 minutes to notice what just happened. I'm out here, alone. I screamed for my life and raced to the door. I burst it opened and charged inside. Obviously, I bumped into Craig's arms(for the second time I must add). I buried my face inside his chest and snaked my arms around his back. I left no space between us.
"God!" Tucker laughed. "I knew you would do that. Were you really that scared?"
"N...no..." I murmured into his shirt. Craig laughed some more, not believing my lie.
"Fine, I'm sorry I scared you Tweek. Let's look around our new den." He tried moving away, but I simply latched onto his arm again.
"...C-can I stay l-like this...?" I whispered, blushing. "T-the place i-is t-too petrifying.."
"Pfft, sure." Craig threw his arm around my shoulder. "You know you're really cute when you get scared."
"W-what?"
"Nothing." He smiled. Oh cripes! That lovey feeling is back. If I don't dwell on it, it'll go away. Just ignore it. Besides Craig doesn't like me back right? After years of being isolated and teased on, why would someone like me now?
On the first floor, was a decent sized living room with one torn sofa that had stains. The floor was wood and creaked every step we took. There was a round rug that had a bear on it. I had jumped and nearly flew out the door, when Craig grabbed me. The living room also had a T.V, but the electricity didn't work. In the kitchen, we discovered the gas and water was still on. The stove could work, and the sink. The filthy refrigerator was stocked with food, but outdated and spoiled. The cabinets had cans of food that weren't expired, I still didn't trust it. Or this place. On the second floor, there was 3 bedrooms. An odd number means bad luck. I hate this place more. All of them were empty, except 2 of the rooms had beds, even though they were disgusting to glance at. One of the beds had spots on the blanks and sheets. The pillow was chopped in half. The other one across from it, had no sheets but the mattress was worn out and brown stains were on it. The cover was clean but the pillow had writing on it. Peace it said. I said that it was a sign we'll die here. Craig assured I had him, so I left it at that.
For some reason, the thought of me being his housewife and him paying the bills came to mind. Craig would come home from work and I'll be there in a apron, cooking him dinner. Our kids would come running down the stairs and- WAIT WAIT WAIT! I shook my head vigorously. What was I thinking? Me, a housewife? I've been pretending to be a girl for too long. Besides this house is not fit to have kids in it. I swear the bear on the rug will come out and eat me alive!
"Tweek, Tweek, TWEEK!" The raven was poking me. "Are you okay? Why do you keep thinking awful thoughts?"
"S-s-sorry!" I bowed my head multiple times to him. Since I was still in my messed up mind, I said, "H-housewives and b-bears are k-killers!"
"...Okay." Craig blinked amused. "We have two bedrooms with beds. Do you want to sleep with me tonight, or sleep in your own room this time?"
I'm in a battle with myself. Every fiber in my bone is urging me to sleep with my partner. I know I'll be safe inside the same room, same bed, and arms with Craig. He promised to keep my protected from the Devil. And in this warehouse anything could get me when I'm alone. However I have to be braver. Nothing will get me, right? The raven had told me he likes me better when I'm not crying, so I need to toughen up. Then he might just like me like I do for him.
"Ngh, I-I'll sleep-ack-in my o-own r-room.." I answered reluctantly. I'm lucky I remembered I still had Robert with me. Craig appeared disappointed by my reply for a split second. Was he hoping that I'd sleep with him? No, never. He's just used to us sleeping close since that's what we've been doing for the past days. Why would he want to sleep with me?
"Well, if you say so." The Tucker shrugged. Then leaned down and kissed my forehead. I froze in place. "Cya in the morning. Tomorrow we can repair our hideout." He entered his room.
Taking deep breaths, I followed his move and went inside mines. I had the one with the brown stained mattress. Oh cripes, Underwear Gnomes had pooped on this! I forced myself to curl up tight on top of the covers. The quicker I fall into the dream land, the quicker I could wake up to see Craig's wonderful face. Hold on, was that a shadow flickering back? The moonlight beamed through the broken window, casting some light into the room. It wasn't enough for me. I could feel the vampire's claws tickling my legs. The Devil's voice is dripping into my ears. Why does this always happen to me when alone in the dark? Can I not think about horrible things, like Craig asked earlier? The more I prod it, the worse it gets. I can't help it though, because I know it's there. Something is inside this room with me, it's moving things around. Or am I just seeing things? Should I shut my eyes? Yes, close my eyes and I'll see nothing.
Now I hear something. Foot steps in the hallway. Steady, shuffling, threatening. It's coming closer. I want to scream, but my voice is caught for some reason. My head is starting to hurt. Now the footsteps had reached my door. I could hear the doorknob turning, I shut my eyes tighter. The door is being open, whatever it is, it's here. The door is closed. I'm going to die here now. The footsteps are creeping closer to me, I bite my lip. Why can't I move or yell? A weight is brought onto the bed, a body is laid down with me. It's a human, a murderer. No, a monster in the form of a human. I can't be sure, I don't want to open my eyes. I can't even breathe. I'm so paralyzed, I see the Devil's smiling face. Just take me now! Let me die! The monster that had laid beside me, brushed it's soft fingers on my wet cheeks. I realized I was sobbing hard, which explains why I couldn't speak and head was hurting. An familiar scent wafted my way. That lovely addictive scent. Without opening my eyes, I nudged closer until my body was pressed up against the glorious scent. The monster embraced me and brushed my hair.
"Sunsets don't shed tears, only the clouds around them shed tears." Craig said softly. "Please stop crying Tweek, I'm here." I quivered, sniffling and nuzzling inside the nape of his warm neck.
"I thought y-you were the D-Devil..."
"That's insane dude. I heard you crying all the way from my room. If you wanted to sleep with me, all you had to do was say."
"I-I wanted t-to be s-strong for you..." I peered up at him. I'm not as frighten anymore. The room seems brighter now, with him.
"You stank at it. As long as I'm here, all you have to do is lean on me. I'll never leave you." Craig assured. My heart fluttered.
"O-okay. Ngh, are you s-sure?"
"How many times will I have to say it? Yes, I'm sure."
"..Mk, I'll never l-leave y-you either." I closed my eyes and rested against his neck. "Why do you keep saying sunsets don't cry?"
"My mom used to sing it to me. It is a song. I was her sunset, she was the clouds." Craig answered. That means I'm his sunset, and he's the clouds. I wanted to ask more but he did something that froze me again.
Craig kissed my cheek, moving to my ear and whispering affectionately,
"Goodnight precious." He licking my ear, I shivered against him. I now have a tingly feeling, which I don't fancy. I'm going to faint, my face is hot. He called me precious!
"G-g-good night.." I whispered back. Trying to show I like him back, I shakily kissed his neck. Not daring to kiss his cheek, that's his face. Craig shivered and made a 'hmm' sound. That was the best noise I had ever heard. I wonder what's it called?
It's called a moan Tweek.
