Chapter eight: Going Goth
The next day, Craig brought me to 'Hope's Lost and Found Shelter'. He told me that his father used to bring him here, when he lost his baseball cap over and over. The average pay to buy something out of here (stuff that hasn't been claimed for over 4 weeks), is 50 cents. Luckily, we have have ten dollars left.
Lost and found shelters always made me felt better. Perhaps I were to get lost in my path, and end up here? Then someone would find me, I'll be saved. Lost and founds are your next choice when you lose something important. That is why I'm not twitching as much as I should, this place is like a haven. It even smelled nice, like cookies were being baked. Though, every now and then a boy around our age would try to flirt with me. Craig would swoop in and the situation would quickly be solved.
Going through boxes and shelves, we were searching for new blankets, sheets, and pillow sheets. We have actually been here for quite awhile. Craig couldn't agree with what I wanted, I couldn't agree with what he wanted. Plus, some of this stuff looked dirty(shivers).
"Alright, how about this?" My partner held up a black bed cover, red skulls scattering it. I screamed and blocked my face from the terrible piece of cloth.
"ACK! N-noway! It s-sends a bad message!" Craig rolled his eyes, folding it back up and laid it back on the shelf. What was he thinking, suggesting we should sleep under such an satanic blanket? I spotted a light blue pillow sheet, with white clouds.
"Is this, ngh, okay?" Craig just stared at me.
"...No..." I huffed.
"But C-Craig, it's nice and gentle!"
"It's a bit too nice and gentle. Don't ya think?" He curled his lip, as if it was disgusting just too look at. I pouted.
"Erk, w-we've been here for an h-hour now. C-can't we get s-something plain?"
"No, than it'll be too simple. It needs to have some designs to it."
I sighed and pouted more. I've never felt so impatient in my life. Now I see why my parents never took my grocery or clothes shopping, it's too much pressure. Craig gazed at me for a minute, a blush tinting his cheeks faintly.
"Gosh, I still can't believe how cute you look when you look mad." He grinned and ruffled my hair. I choked, taken aback by the sudden compliment. I quickly thought how I could compliment him, in the same way. I can't believe how handsome he looks with the black shades. Or how he stands, one hip leaning out. Or how his nasally voice makes my heart throbs.
Cripes, I hate having 'lovey' feelings. They do things to you, godawful things.
We end up picking 2 green and black striped pillow sheets. It didn't seem dirty, nor evil. It fitted Craig because at least it had black on it. We got a size full blanket(that should fit the bed) that was white and black spots as if it was a cow. Craig gags every time he glances at it, but he said he would tolerate it for me. I blushed at that. Finally, for bedsheets, we got a silky dark purple one. We have 8 dollars left.
"So, anything else we need while we're out?" My partner asked while we walking back to our hideout. I looked down at myself.
First, since he couldn't curl my hair, I gotten 2 pigtails and my bang clipped to the side. The old unicorn shirt stank, with stains on the ends of it. My pink hearts capris, were dirty too, getting a bit ripped. As for my shoes, they survived more than my clothes. I'm not a hard walker. For the black snug hoodie with red hearts, I had forgotten it at the motel in North Park. Looking at Craig, his attire was wearing down as well.
"Uh, I think we-ngh-should get n-new clothes." I advised.
"Yea you're right. But we don't have enough really. You could probably fit some of my clothes that I packed until then." Craig told me.
Imagining wearing his clothes, I twitched harder.
"Tweek, put it on."
"GAH! I-I can't!"
"Yes, you can and WILL."
"N-no, I don't want to!"
"Oh c'mon, I promise it's okay."
"I'm o-okay. I could j-just wear t-this..."
"No, that won't do. Take it off."
"...P-please? Let m-me keep it on?"
"No, put this on!"
In our bedroom (covers and sheets on now), I stood in front of Craig with only my boxers on. I was very uncomfortable. Even though this is how I sleep with him, it didn't feel right in the morning, just standing there. We were currently arguing about me wearing his underwear. Craig had his boxers clutched in his hand, determined to get them on me. I flinched in fear. How many times had his private parts brushed against that material? And I have to wear it? Would that be...indirect SEX? OH JESUS CHRIST!
"Listen, you have no choice." Craig interrupted my thoughts. "You'll get a rash if you keep the same underwear for more than 2 weeks, sooner or later."
"I prefer l-later..." I muttered, fiddling my fingers. He stared at me blankly, one eyebrow raised.
"Then I'll force you into taking off your underpants and I'll put on my boxers on you." Craig threatened seriously. Meaning business.
The whole scene played out before me. The raven would take advantage of me being defenseless, throwing me to the floor. His fingers sliding inside my boxers, touching my skin. I, in the process of this, would be squirming and hands trying to push him away. He would then pull down my under-
"You okay Tweek? Don't faint again, I was only kidding." Craig was at my side instantly, worried. I had dropped to my knees, not being able to stand any longer.
"Ack, I-I'll wear your boxers! You d-don't have to put them o-on me." I gave in. My partner only smirked smugly.
"You sure? By the red in your face, one would assume you would enjoy me undressing you." I panicked.
"GAH! T-that's totally untrue C-Craig!" He waved his hands in defense.
"Kidding, I'm kidding." He laughed. I'm starting to hate him now. But, for some reason I can't.
Several minutes later, I had on Craig's thin black sweater, boxers, and jeans. The jeans were too long so I had to roll up the hems. The black sweater sleeves passed reached my finger tips, nearly passing my whole hand. Though I didn't bother folding them back. The sweater also stopped a little over my hips. The boxers, was the one thing I didn't feel right in yet. I have permanent blush across my cheeks. I can't help but think, my manhood is touching his manhood indirectly!
The raven was staring at me, almost too studiedly. I was beginning to become nervous. Do I look bad in them? Just then, he gave an lop-sided grin.
"Damn. You went from being cute, to being hot." He breathed, eyes shining. I choked again. "Screw the girl outfit, I'm making you goth!"
I practically yelped. Me, dressing in attire that basically symbolizes DEVIL worship. Not that I'm stereotyping. I mean, I'll appear that way in certain views. And holy angels, he said I was hot. I'm not hot!
"B-but didn't you s-say I was innocent? Why w-wear dark clothing?" I protested weakly. He nodded.
"However, it's just that innocence which could give away to anyone who you are. I was so stupid! People already know how soft you are, so why dress you as a girl?"
After a pause, Craig abruptly slapped his forehead, making me jump.
"Argh, sorry for that. I get it from my mom. When I see things that look good, I can't help but to make it stay that way and improve it." I blinked, so that's why his eyes were shinning.
"I'll wear it-ngh-if you want m-me to." I told him. If wearing the dark fabric made him this exhilarated, I would do it for him. Craig ruffled my hair.
"Thanks. I swear though, I act like a girl some times. My mom has a bad effect on me." I chuckled lightly into my hand.
"I think t-that's just fine. I don't a-act like neither of m-my parents." I'm so different from them, like a wall is separating us.
"Pfft, I wish I was like my dad." Before I could ask why, he got up from his sitting position next to me and headed towards the door.
"You hungry? I bet you could beg some food market owners for food." Craig winked. "Especially when you look so hot as you are now."
"G-GAH!" I jolted, grabbing the ends of my pigtails, which I forgot I still had. My partner came over and took them down, patting my hair to the sides.
"Hm, perhaps I should give your hair a teased look before we leave out for food. No goth boy wears girly pigtails." He snickered. "And you could use some black nail polish."
I glanced at my chapped sky blue nails. I was actually getting used to them. Thinking about them getting painted over, turning into black, made me frown.
"You also can now stop wearing the sparkly lip gloss." Craig pointed out, further. "Are you going to miss being a girl?"
"N-noway!" I giggled, but said it meaningfully. I'm completely tired of being ogled by every boy who can't tell that I'm a male! Even Clyde mistook me for a girl. I'll happily accept my place as a boy again. Anyways, glancing at Craig, he probably thinks I'm more attractive dressing as a male.
Sorry if it seemed slow, I wanted to add this part in!