Chapter 21: Guilt and romantic apologies

Was Craig insane? Why was he making Tweek worry like this? Tweek couldn't stop thinking of all the people who could have put things in his pockets by hugging him. What if they put a bomb in his pockets? What if they coated the lining of his pockets with poison knowing that Tweek would put his hands in them and then bite his nails or eat food, killing himself! What would he do?

"Hey Tweek, are you okay?"

"O-of course I'm NOT OKAY! What, what am I going t-to do? They'reallgoingtohugmeandkillme! My p-parents have the p-perfect solution! Theydon'tevenneedtothinkaboutit! They just need t-to ask you! Why? Why would you d-do this to me?"

"Woah, Tweek. Calm down!" Craig was worried, he knew Tweek might get creeped out about this but he seemed to be in a complete panic.

"I, I c-can't...I can't", Tweek dropped to his knees.

"Tweek! Wha-" Craig noticed Tweek's red face and realised that he'd made him cry. The guilt was so strong for him, his heart felt like it was being pulled apart. He did this. "Are you okay? Can, can I get you something?"

"I can't breathe I just…don't leave me."

"Okay." Craig gathered Tweek into his arms. "Okay."

They sat there for a moment as Tweek calmed down. He still wasn't used to this, he hated having panic attacks in public, it was so embarrassing, especially since they made him so clingy. "S-sorry Craig." Tweek started laughing in embarrassment.

"Are you okay? What happened? Was that a panic attack."

"Yeah...I think so, s-sorry."

Craig couldn't believe this. He made Tweek have a panic attack. He felt full on evil right now. "No Tweekers, no. I'm sorry. God I made that happen. I was trying to joke around with you, I didn't realise that would happen. I'm really sorry."

Tweek chuckled awkwardly, "It's f-fine. What joke was that though?"

"It was…I hugged you yesterday. I may have put something in your pocket."

Tweek's eyes widened, "WHAT? What w-was it? Are you trying to, to assassinate me?"

"No no no. It was, just look and see."

"I'm n-not wearing the same clothes as I was yesterday dumbass."

"Oh…yeah…" Craig cringed; he hated being scolded and Tweek doing it felt really weird.

"I-I'll look when I get home. Promise it won't k-kill me?"

Craig looked into Tweek's eyes, "Promise."

"Woah! Romantic moment, they're staring into each other's eyes. Come on Kyle, this way." Kenny carefully guided Kyle and himself around the edges of the hallways winking at Craig and Tweek. "Not exactly the best place guys." He whispered loudly, gesturing around as Craig glared at him.

"Jesus Christ!" Tweek jumped up with his back turned to a crouching Craig as what Kenny had said sank in. Because of this, Craig quickly flipped off Kenny's back before Tweek turned to face him.

Tweek was about to apologise but Craig jumped in first, "I'm soooo sorry for doing that. I'll make sure to not do it again."

Tweek smiled at his feet, "It's f-fine Craig. Most people would be fine with stuff like, like that. I wouldn't expect you t-to know the consequences of setting me off."

Craig frowned at Tweek's dismissal of his apology and asked if he could help the other with his locker. Tweek looked at the time and realising that there were ten minutes until the end of break, nodded at the offer (Yes, his locker was that fucking awful).

"D-Did you eat?"

"Yes Tweek."

"You sure?"

"Yes Tweek."

"Definitely?"

Craig smirked, "Yes Tweek." And the conversation ended with that.