Chapter Seven: Realizing something about Craig


I made a terrible choice before I could even get out of bed. The choice I chose, was so ghastly, so disturbing, so misleading, I can't describe it. I would have picked fighting thousands of werewolves carrying chainsaws, than what I did a few moments ago. I would have picked to go as far as to go back home. My blunder now leaves me breathing in a emptiness pit with oversized crows circling above my head. No, worse than that! I'm in hell with the Devil traveling it's sharp nail down my spleen. Little demons prancing at my feet. No, worse than that! My blunder is such a fail, I can't make sense of it.

My mistake was, I WOKE UP FIRST.

I glanced around the room frantically. In spite of the sun out, and everything being a bit shinier, it's still very scary. Lesson number one when sleeping in a horror house, NEVER wake up first. Now I'm up alone, Craig is still dreaming ever so contently next to me. Since I'm awake, any kind of monster can come up and get me. Should I wake up my partner? He'll just grumpy and yell. Plus I don't want to ruin his sleep because of me. Cripes this isn't good. I can't fall back to sleep either, once I'm awoke I can't go back. Oh dear lord I'm going to be boiled and cracked like an egg! Then again, this is our new hideout, den, cover, house. We're going to be staying here for awhile. Perhaps forever. Why didn't I think running away all the way through?

Quietly but shivering, I tiptoed out the tattered mattress and onto the floor. Forgetting about how the wood creaks under my feet, I screamed. Again, Craig only stirred and stayed asleep. How does he does that? I'm the lightest sleeper I know. Before, on my slumber parties (it's not 'gay' when a boy says slumber party, right?) with Clyde and Butters, I always jump and grab them when they try to play a prank on me. My reflexes are so fast and instinctive, they were afraid to even sleep by me. Thinking about my two friends, I miss them. I can't remember what was so petrifying about them. Being with them, I used to stay a good 2 feet away, and keeping one good eye on them. Now I think about it, it doesn't seem neither of them wanted to do me harm. Was I wrong about all humans being evil and untrustworthy?

Suddenly, I saw a shadow flash behind me. Christ I hate this torture room! I quickly crept out the room and shut the door. I sighed relieved, I'm free. Now I made two terrible choices. Why would I escape my sanctum with Craig, to wander the house alone? At least in the bedroom I had someone with me! Oh, it's too late Tweek. No going back. I decided I had to use the bathroom. I went across the hall and inside. I closed and locked the door. That should keep the vampires out. But wait, what if the creatures are in here with me? Then I'll have to unlock the door, so I could get out more fast. However, they could be outside, I locked it again. Yet, what if they're attempting to trick me and they are, indeed in the restroom with me?

"AHHHH!" I exclaimed, after locking and unlocking the door a hundred more times, dashing out the room. I can't even pee! I hope I can hold it in.

Walking downstairs, I approached the living room. The bear on the rug didn't seem as scary when the sun was out. Okay, I could do this. It's not that scary. I'm getting braver! I sat on the couch, walked around, stepped on the bear's face, pressed buttons on the T.V (didn't work), and sat on the floor. Feeling bold, I headed to the kitchen to search the cabinets. Although as soon as I reached the entrance, I saw rats scuttling around. Going into the kitchen was my 3rd mistake.

"JESUS CHRIST AND ALL MIGHTY! RODENTS ARE TAKING OVER THE WORLD!"

I shrilled dashing away, throwing my head back and snatching my hair(luckily already messy from sleeping). Alright...the kitchen is off limits. Going back upstairs,(I had enough of wandering), I opened the bedroom door and saw Craig wasn't on the mattress. Where did he go? Cripes! Oh Jesus Christ, the underwear gnomes and vampires took him away from me! Abruptly, a door made an opening sound and hard steps were coming towards me. Before I could even look, hands landed on my shoulders.

"Tw-"

"AHH!" I spun around and slapped the monster's face. My fourth terrible mistake. Peeping up, I realized it was the raven staring at me, taken aback and hand touching the spot I hit.

"...T...Tweek...?" Craig murmured, as if he's unsure on how to react on the situation. I guess he didn't expect me, Tweek, to slap him like that.

"OH CRAIG I APOLOGIZE!" I bowed to him multiple times. Waving my hands in all directions."Please forgive me! I didn't mean to! OH THIS IS TOO MUCH PRESSURE! I HURT you! I bestowed pain upon you! CHRIST I'M SORRY!"'

After staring at me doing that for some minutes, the Tucker held my hands from moving, bringing them down. Calmly, he asked,

"Tweek...why did you hit me?"

"W-well... I thought a vampire busted through the broken window and kidnapped you! I thought the vampire would come for me next and force me to watch him eat you on a bun with no ketchup! Or mustard!" I babbled, my head had popped up insane explanations.

"That's crazy dude." Craig sighed, closing his eyes. "I was only looking for you, when I woke up you were gone. It scared me."

I blushed and focused my eyes downwards. He couldn't really mean that I meant that much to him? Would it upset him if I really did leave? No, I'm not so important. But that tensing feeling is coming on. I suddenly recall last night, Craig had named me precious. Does that mean he likes me? OH FOR THE LOVE OF TREES! Too much pressure! Craig grabbed the backpack.

"C'mon. Let's go to the kitchen and eat."

"YIKES! I c-can't go there!"

"And why not?"

"Because-ngh-I saw r-rats there..." I fiddled with my fingers shamefully. "Rats are the world's 8th threat to the apocalypse." The raven stared.

Unexpectedly, he lowered his head near mines until our noses touched, lips centimeters apart. My breath hitched and I swear I was going to faint from the proximity. Craig gazed steadily into my wavering orbs.

"I'm here for you. Plus, I promise that we'll cook you up some coffee-"

"COFFEE?" I gasped sharply, he chuckled and ruffled my hair.

"Sure, nice tasty coffee."


After cooking, we started eating in the living room. It was the first hot meal we had in weeks. Craig fried the sausages he stole (fortunately the house still had some pots and pans and etc) and oatmeal. We had no sugar, so the oatmeal was kinda tough to swallow. However I made coffee, and it made everything better.

"Is it good?" My teammate motioned to my cup. I nodded happily, eyes half lidded.

"Very...good.." I affirmed slowly. Craig raised a brow.

"So this is how you act when you have coffee. You act like you're drunk."

"But I'm n-not...drunk..." I stated. "I'm...p-placid.."

My head was swimming gently, in warming clouds. I noticed how my body was swaying lazily.

"Haha! If that's true, then you're the most placid I've seen!" He roared laughing. "I think I like the other you more."

"B-but...I'm not as jittery..." I sipped the drink. "I'm not...annoying.."

Craig cocked his head confused.

"Dude, you're never annoying. At least not to me."

"R-really?" I smiled. He returned it.

"Of course. Could I try the coffee? I never tried it."

"Mk." I got up to pour him a cup, however Craig only grabbed mines and drunk out of it. From the same part I put my lips on. I gulped and my body heated. DID WE JUST INDIRECTLY KISS? OH NO! JESUS CHRIST!

"Wow, it's not that bad." Craig licked his mouth. "Can I have-TWEEK! wake up! Wake up!"

With out warning, I fainted on the floor. The Tucker shook my body, yelling for me to come to. I couldn't, Craig and I practically kissed! Not lips to lips, but still! Too much pressure, too much to handle! Kisses lead to rape! Rape leads to death by an vulture's beak chopping your guts! The memory of Craig licking my ear last night came to mind.

"Ughh..." I groaned dizzily.

"Oh Tweek, what did I do? Did I drink the coffee wrong or something?"


After the incident, Craig kept questioning, "Why did you pass out? Was it something I did?" I only answered that I thought I saw a ghost. Which I probably did before fainting. He left it at that, however giving me an skeptical look. We then proceeded with cleaning and fixing the-our-house. Finding the broom and dustpan, we started sweeping the floors.

"It might not seem it, but I'm a good cleaner." Craig said., sweeping the dust in the pan I held. I sneezed.

"Ngh, really?" I replied, the coffee effect wearing off.

"Mhm. Since mom was mostly gone and I took care of her."

"...Was it hard?" I asked gently, wanting to know more about his relationship with his mother. He nodded solemnly.

"She would always comment on how good I was...it was nice."

"Hehe." I giggled. I can't picture the raven mopping floors and wiping tables. "I r-rarely clean. My parents-ngh-are clean freaks and love to s-see a speck of d-dirt." Craig laughed amused.

"Pfft, got to be tough. So you've never swept?"

I shook my head. Craig traded the broom and dustpan with me. I glanced between the broom and him unsure.

"Go on, sweep." He ordered. I attempted to do just that, being obedient. Although my hands are shaky and I only made the filth scatter. Craig sighed and stood up. Going behind me and bending over, he pressed his front side against my back, wrapping his arms around me and holding my wrists firmly so I didn't jitter. I blushed from being rubbed up against by him in such a way. His pelvic area is basically stroking my ass! I'm getting dizzy again.

"See, this is how you do it." He said correcting, near my ear. Appearing not to notice how we are standing. "Doesn't this feel much better?"

Before I could point out how wrong that sounded, in the way we're positioned, my bladder told me to pee. That's right, I never did use the bathroom earlier. If I don't release myself now, I'll exploded! Jesus Christ!

"ACK! PEE!" I exclaimed, dashing up the stairs and into the washroom. Why did my bladder had to ruin my time being touched by Craig


The rest of the cleaning we did was really easy. We took turns sweeping and holding the dustpan. Craig showed me how to get the dirt off the couch and the bear rug: by banging the broom on them. It looked extremely violent, and I believed if you kept hitting the bear like that he'll come out and eat us. I also consistently sneezed. Then we found a towel, so we wiped the T.V and scrubbed the sinks and bathtub. Craig took the sheet out one of the rooms, and laid it over the mattress we slept on. He said we'd get new covers and such later. I got the duct tape(Stolen from the last store) and repaired the holes and cracks. Craig found some wood laying around outside the house and I helped tape the wood on the broken windows. Everything is now a bit tidy and fixed.

After cleaning, we brushed our teeth and washed our face with hot water (something we didn't do since the motel). So at the moment, we're in our room, Craig combing my hair and me murmuring tiny complaints about being too rough.

"Damnit. I wish this place had electricity, I can't curl your hair!" Craig groaned. "I guess we could just look like ourselves in here, since we have privacy."

"Ngh, if we l-leave, then w-we put on our d-disguises?" I asked relieved. I can have my messy mane back! God is real!...Right?

"Yeah. Well, what do you want to do? We have spare time."

I thought for a moment, rubbing my chin and scratching my head.

"T-talk." I answered.

"Talk?"

"Yes..like, h-how do you-ack-do makeup so well?"

"Tch, my mom wanted a girl and got me. Thus, she taught me how to do hair and face professionally. It came in handy." Craig smirked. "You look really cute as a girl, but boy is much cuter." He ruffled my hair.

"Thank y-you.." Heat rose to my cheeks, does he have to be so affectionate? No, friendly. He wouldn't be affectionate with me, he doesn't like me that way.

"Was school really that bad to you? With all the crying and twitching?" He asked.

"N-not that b-bad." I looked up to the damaged ceiling. "I h-had Cl-Clyde and Butters."

"Were they nice?" Craig cocked his head. I smiled.

"Of course! E-even t-though I d-didn't really t-trust them. They would help-ack-me get over m-my conspiracies even w-when they k-know it's not real. M-mostly Clyde, Butters b-believes e-everything I t-think of. They would a-always come talk t-to me, when I d-didn't want them. B-but I g-got used to i-it. B-back at South Park, they sh-showed me g-games I never h-heard of."

"Must be fantastic..." Craig remarked, smiling somewhat gloomily. "..having friends to be with you.."

At that moment, I realized something I should have been noticed. In school, Craig was always lonely. Isolated from everyone else. I remember that picture Wendy showed us yesterday, of him getting caught smoking behind the school. He was alone in that picture. In fact, I barely recall seeing Craig in class or the lunchroom. He's quiet and simply lurking in the shadows. He doesn't have friends, as I do. I felt I was isolated, since I would be avoided, teased, and yelled at. No one wants to be by the weird boy. Yet, Clyde and Butters came to me. Who came to Craig? Who was there to hold him? Or to console him? Who kept his hopes up? Nobody did. He didn't join the Goth Kids, why? He would have fit in perfectly. Did he choose to be alone? Why?

I gazed at the midnight orbs in front of me. My life, is not as horrible as Craig's. I had someone there for me, 2 people actually. I had both my parents, even if they don't listen. At school, I wasn't alone all time. Though Craig, he only has one parent. He lost his dad. His mother doesn't pay much attention and sleeps with men. Why haven't I took notice of this before? The signs were right there.

"Tweek? Why are you staring at me like that?" The raven inquired. Tears swelled in my eyes.

"Was it t-tough? B-being a-alone?" I stuttered, biting my lip to not cry. I promise myself I would not cry anymore in front of him. Craig gazed at me, shocked.

"...Yeah...it was..." He murmured. "Except, that's how I wanted it..."

This time, I held his hands first. In mines. Why would he want to be alone?

"But, you have-ngh-me now. I'm your f-friend..right?"

He stared at me, uncertain. For what seemed like an eternity, he smiled and nodded.

"Sure, we're friends."

I wonder...if we could ever be more than that? YIKES! There goes my heart again!


Bonding, Tweek does it well with Craig.