Title: I Don't Know You Anymore
Inspiration: I Don't Know You Anymore by Savage Garden
Words: 254
A/N:
You know, the only downside to these little stories is that the songs never seem long enough.
"Hello?"
Craig grips his cell phone tightly in his hand. "Hey," he says, knowing the word is painfully, woefully inadequate. You can't just say "hey" to someone you haven't spoken to in a year like nothing's changed.
The silence on the other end of the phone is deafening. Craig wants to check the screen to see if he's been hung up on, but he doesn't want to miss any potential response, so he just switches hands, wiping his sweaty palm on his jeans, and waits.
"H- ghh! - Hi." Tweek's voice, as strained as ever, finally comes through the speaker.
Craig breathes a silent sigh of relief at the sound. If Tweek had hung up on him, he isn't sure he would have had the nerve to call again. "How are you?" Another completely inadequate thing to say given how he'd left things, and without waiting for a response, he continues, "Uh, I was thinking, I have some vacation time I need to use up before the end of the year, and I thought, you know maybe…" His voice trails off as he picks up a framed picture off the coffee table next to him. "Maybe I could come up for coffee?"
"Oh, Jesus," Tweek is nearly whispering, but the clear message in those two words shoots straight through to Craig's heart, loud and clear. "I don't think-"
"Tweek," Craig interrupts, a note of desperation creeping into his tone. "I - It would just be - really great to see you." Please, Tweeker, please.