So my best friend said I am not allowed to start another Tweek and Craig story until wrap up Unravel. :'( . So to those who follow Unravel, sorry for the delay. I'll try to wrap it up soon. I think because it's nearing its end, and it being my first Tweek and Craig story, I'm not ready to end it. Thank you all for the support, I love reading the comments.
Craig
Craigs laid anxious and numb on the couch with his phone in his hand waiting for a message from Tweek. It's been many hours now since he arrived and Tweek has not returned. In fact, Craig couldn't be sure if he planned too, however he was going based on Tweek's character and pride. Tweek would never leave without telling him, and Tweek would never leave without first leaving the jacket, the phone, the apartment keys and his bank card. Tweek would definitely never leave without his parents' photos.
So patiently he waited, trying to avoid the unwanted scenario that kept creeping in. Days ago if Tweek left, Craig maaaybe wouldn't have cared, now he would be devastated. He allowed his forbidden desire to breath and they had no intentions of being lock away again.
He didn't know why Tweek wouldn't message him, but was it fair for him to expect Tweek to do so when he, himself, could not push a letter to send him a message— despite having his text box open the entire time he waited for him.
When the door opened, Craig sat up immediately. His heart and his stomach responded at the same time throwing his body into a stressful mess. Craig waited patiently for Tweek to appear and as he did, he wished he had the lights, or tv or radio on so it wouldn't appear as though he was sitting miserably in the dark alone.
Tweek in his shy fashion appeared, stared at Craig, waved before taking off his outer wear. Craig's heart wouldn't stop pounding when he saw him. It was only for a few seconds, but Craig loved they way Tweek looked with his hair out of his face. When Tweek left the closet and Craig could fully observe him, he only prayed that he wasn't blushing. Tweek looked so handsome.
"Are you okay?" Tweek asked.
Craig nodded, "Where did you go?" He asked, hoping he didn't sound eager when he spoke.
Tweek in his usually fashion, bit his lips, before grabbed both of his wrist and stepping forward. When Tweek was in front of the him, Tweek released his grip of himself to touch the sofa. Craig smiled, Tweek behaves like a kids that did something bad and was summon for his punishment.
As if Craig's smile was contagious, Tweek smiled as well but never answered him.
"So, what were you up too out in the snow?" Craig asked, resting his head by Tweek's hands.
"I thought that it…" Tweek began but paused. "That maybe I should find a job," Tweek said suddenly anxious.
Craig was upset by the news that he couldn't respond back. He sat up, stared at Tweek, then stood up and walked to the kitchen. He was hungry now.
Granted, Craig did ask him to get a job in the beginning but thought he was clear that it wasn't necessary. So why? Unless Tweek was unhappy and wanted to move out? Craig opened the refrigerator and pulled out a cold beer. When Craig turned around Tweek had followed him to the kitchen. Craig was so in his feelings he didn't hear Tweek walking over.
Tweek looked worried, his eyes sad which broke Craig's heart. Craig really didn't mean to be an asshole but never in his life had he been in a situation like this before.
"Craig," Tweek said so low it could have been a whisper.
"Hungry?" Craig asked as he opened his drink.
Tweek nodded, and Craig reopened the fridge to take out food to warm up for them.
"Craig?" Tweek repeated again.
"How was your job hunt?" Craig snapped, and Tweek's eyes widen. When Tweek's eyes turned red Craig wanted to die.
Craig stopped what he was doing and walked around the island to Tweek who took a step back.
When a tear found its way from the corner of Tweek's eyes. Craig, despite his trembling fingers cupped Tweek's face. This was something Craig had feared his inability to think rationally around Tweek. When Tweek shut his eyes, after resting his hand on top of Craig's, his heart started to pound roughly again.
"I wonder if all I'm really good at is making you cry. I've made you cry some many times in the past that I don't understand how you could stand to be around me," Craig said choking on his words, he was very disappointed with himself and how he handles his anger. "Are you unhappy here?"
Tweek opened eyes and shook his head. Craig watched as Tweek's hand reach towards him, holding his face too. Tweek's hands was warm and soft just like he remembered them to be.
Craig's heart was pounding so loudly he was convinced Tweek can hear and feel it just by touching him. Could this be what love is? Craig thought. Does Tweek feel the same? Was this an obvious sign? Craig wasn't used to this so he could not tell.
"I'm happy here. I just...," Tweek said trembling. Tweek took a deep breath and said, "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable with me, that you don't come home because I'm here."
Craig felt terrible, realizing that it was his action that caused this. While he was trying to figure out his own emotions he never considered what Tweek was dealing with. Craig could feel Tweek's warmed tears running underneath his hand and he just wanted to kiss the pain away. Still, he wasn't sure what any of this truly meant and didn't want to frighten him off by kissing him.
"I'm sorry that I didn't come home. I just needed time to think about everything that has been bothering me. You being here wasn't one of them. I really do like having you around," Craig said, wrapping his arms around him, hugging him.
Tweek's face rested against Craig's as he hugged him back. This feeling wasn't normal, Craig told himself as waves of shivers rolled down his spine. How long was too long to hug someone who may see you as a friend?
In the past, Craig dismissed something his friends in relationships, mainly Stan and Token, would say; they would say that when you meet the right person or your soulmate, they just fit in ways you would never think was important before. For Craig, this was a perfect hug, Tweek was the right height and size—something Craig never considered matter before. And despite their hug dragging longer than it should, it seems that neither of them had any intention to separate.
When Craig's phone started buzzing, both guys release their hold but neither backed away. Craig glanced at his phone then down to Tweek, who stared at him with those same warm eyes that Craig found mesmerizing.'This guy is so cute,' Craig thought afraid he was blushing.
Without any recognizable signs, Tweek kissed him, and for a few seconds Craig stood stunned as he tried to gather his thoughts. It was just a soft brush of the lips that was enough to cause Craig to stop breathing. When Tweek realized what he had done, he tried back away but Craig stopped him. He wrapped an arm around Tweek's waist and cupping his face with his other hand as he went in for another, parting his lips for a deeper kiss.
Kissing Tweek was like drinking coffee swirl with something sweet that Craig couldn't identify. Craig felt light headed but it never stopped him from exploring him. Of the girls he's dated, he has never experienced a feeling so electrifying before.
When Tweek inch away to catch his breath, Craig eagerly pulled him back. Tweek let out a moaned, soft and low just how Craig imagine he would sound like. Craig moved from Tweek's lips to his neck and the excitement he felt at the sound of Tweek moaning drove him insane.
When Craig's phone buzzed again and a minute later the phone next to the front door rang, Craig growled releasing him. Craig swelling with frustration went to answer the phone by the door first because that meant someone was downstairs.
Craig pickup the phone, listened to what the doorman had to say, sighed, following with 'sure' and then glanced at Tweek who looked just as frustrated as he did. Craig grinned, that was an expression he has never seen Tweek make.
Craig unlocked the door before walking over to Tweek who stood in the same spot with his bottom lips pinned between his teeth. Why this drove Craig crazy, he would never understand.
"Do you like football?" Craig asked, freeing Tweek's lips.
Tweek nodded.
"Good, because the guys like watching it here despite how I feel," Craig replied.
Craig smiled at Tweek's nervousness, kissing his lips one last time before the guy got upstair. Craig walked over to the island to serve out the food he had pulled out for them.
"The guys?" Tweek asked, approaching the island.
"May only be Clyde, Token and Jimmy. Or Butters Stan and the others— looks like we'll just have to wait and see. And since you like football I expect you to not hide in your room."
When Tweek smiled, Craig wished he had never suggested hosting football in the past. There was so many better things he'd like to do with this time.
Tweek
Too many thoughts were running in and out of his head as he tried to stay composed as Craig pulled out two plates to serve them food. How could Craig be so relaxed after what they just did? Tweek was internally losing his mind, yet Craig could go from kissing him to being normal about it.
When Tweek's heart started racing again just by think about their kiss, Tweek quickly sat down. He took the seat in front of Craig, who watched him with a softer glare—-a look he rarely sees from him.
"Do you think that you could try not to bite your lips for the rest of the evening?" Craig asked him as he took a plate out of the microwave to put in another.
Craig's voice was soft, he wore a little smirk on his face and Tweek's only response to keep his heart from exploding was to bit down on his lips.
Craig laughed, "This is going to be a long evening," he told Tweek.
When the door finally opened, Tweek could hear Clyde loud voice as he and Token entered yelling about Craig not answering his phone. Butters was also with them which set the precedent that perhaps Kenny who he's grown closer to would be coming and if Kenny came so will Stan and the others—Bradley included. The idea of Bradley coming sent needle sharp waves through him.
Token and Butters greeted Tweek. Clyde just stared at him. "Um are we ordering pizza or what?" Clyde asked looking at the two plates.
"Sure, however you guys are way too early and this is technically breakfast for me," Craig replied.
"Why are you talking about breakfast? It's almost 5:00," Token replied turning on the tv.
"I offered breakfast this morning, but you had to go," Clyde said, staring at Tweek displeased
"Wasn't in the mood for cereal," Craig said, with a grin.
"You obviously wasn't in the mood for anything if you are now eating," Clyde replied. "You knew we were coming up and you only served you and Tweek?"
Craig sighed. "Stop talking like you are a guess. If you are hungry the refrigerator is where it's been since I've moved in," Craig pointed.
Clyde grabbed the beer Craig intended to drink and went to open the refrigerator.
From the corner of his eyes, Tweek's followed Craig around the island till he sat in the seat next to him. Craig was grinning again, as if he knew is action was torturing Tweek, and it was. As hungry as Tweek thought he was his anxiousness made it impossible to eat his food.
"Mom will kill you if you waste her food," Craig said in a playful way as he turn to him.
Tweek could feel himself growing hotter, and was certain his face was red. When he noticed Clyde giving him a death glare he turned away focusing on his food.
Butters approached them and glanced at Tweek. "You have such a girly face that your hair in a ponytail suits you," Butters said.
"Thanks I guess," Tweek replied. Tweek was surprised by the statement, he didn't think he looked like a girl at all, but knew he looked more like his mom than his dad.
"Oh Annie said you found a job. She heard from Bebe," Butters continued.
Tweek glanced at Craig who paused from taking a bite. With all that happened he never quite got to that part with Craig. When Craig turned to him, and Tweek looked down at his food.
"So you went out and found a job the same day?" Craig asked. His tone not so playful anymore.
Tweek nodded again.
"Where and doing what and how the hell does she know?" Craig asked.
Tweek was anxious, not because all eyes were on him but because of the rage that was radiating from Craig. Craig was so confusing.
"It's a coffee shop on Sprint road," Tweek replied.
"So within The Tower community?" Token asked.
Tweek nodded.
"Smart. It's also something you should be really good at," Token added.
"Ok. Still, how would Bebe know?" Craig said irritated.
"Um... she and um… and um brad—bradley," Tweek paused, why does saying his name hurts. "They came into the shop."
"That's a little far from Beaverton where he said he was moving to," Clyde replied.
"No Nicole mention the other day that he changed his mind last minute. So I guess the brat decided The Towers was the right fit—I told him it was!" Token said annoyed.
"Same dude that said he wanted to live where none of his friends were?" Clyde asked.
"Yup, weird. It's not like Bradley to change his mind " Token said. "House warming party?"
"Yeah no," Craig replied. "And second, there's lots of great restaurants here and Bae's Birthday was last week so it could mean they were going out to eat. It doesn't necessarily means he lives in The Towers," Craig replied.
"He said he lives in Tower 2, suite 20A" Tweek replied and could feel Craig's death glare.
"Which is on Sprint street," Token replied. "I guess welcome to the neighborhood he didn't even tell anyone."
Butters started laughing which confused everyone.
"What's so funny?" Clyde asked, irritated.
"I find it ironic that Bradley, who doesn't like being associated with Tweek, would give him his address and apartment number."
"Yeah, that doesn't make sense," Token replied.
Tweek couldn't explain it, but those words hurt. Like a sharp knife through the gut. What did Tweek ever do to Bradley for him to treat him the way he did and pretend privately that nothing happened.
"The real crime here is why suddenly everyone can afford to buy apartments?" Clyde said annoyed.
Tweek, despite the rock in his stomach, he forced down the food on his plate then stood to rinse and put the plate in the dishwasher.
"I should go shower," Tweek said.
"Ok, that should take no more than 30 minutes. See you in 30 minutes." Craig said, glaring.
Tweek frowned, and walked into his room closing the door behind him.
Tweek hated his confused nature. Something he never dream would happen to him, just happened but yet he is devastated by what Butters said about someone he thinks he despised. Trying to understand his feelings was always trivial, however he wondered what was the reason for this sadness.
From the summer of his junior year of high school to the beginning of their senior year, Tweek thought Bradley loved him, simply because he said he did—-despite not ever wanting to go public about their relationship.
Bradley was so good at convincing him that their secret relationship was for Tweek and that if people found out Tweek would be the target of discrimination once again. Tweek learned, but of course after they were over, that it was a lie. That Bradley was only thinking about himself and his reputation.
Tweek was partially to blame for his heartache, because deep down he always believed Bradley was lying, but he traded in his heart anyway in exchange of finally having a friend, and someone who would say they loved him out loud even if it was behind closed doors.
While they were dating, Tweek pretend not to be hurt when Bradley ignore in him school, went out with his friend most weekends posting so many photos with girls—Bebe specifically on social media while Tweek watched from a distance. And one time when Tweek confronted Bradley if their relationship was only sexual, Bradley did what he did best. He made Tweek feel guilty for suggesting it, only to later having shattered Tweek's heart right before his birthday.
In a way, Tweek loaned his heart and when the payment was due he was left to piece it together alone—- which took such a long freaking time. Even after knowing their relationship was based on a lie, he always hope that Bradley would realized how good of a person he was and break with Bebe for him. When his parents died, he hope he'd hear from him but never did.
And even after he had the fuckdacity to break his heart right after sex, Tweek was hurt, but never once try to ruin his life. Yet, there was rumors spreading during their senior year of how much Bradley couldn't stand Tweek existence and hearing a version of it first hand from Butters' mouth was heart wrenching.
So despite finally receiving affection from the one person he has secretly loved for 15 years, here he was crying in the shower because his heart hasn't fully recovered.
Craig
Craig glance at the time and to Tweek's room door and wondered if he should convinced him to come back out or wait to see what Tweek decides. It's been a long time since Tweek has been around a group of guys. Thinking back it was the fourth grade. So Craig knew Tweek saying he needed to shower was his way of escaping and uncomfortable environment and conversation.
Almost like the day Craig asked Tweek to meet up with him after class, the minute Bradley's name was mentioned the air around Tweek changed. Tweek was already an emotional person, and Craig can't blame him after all he has been through. Still, becoming so disconnected at the sound of someone's name meant something happen between them. This Craig was certain of.
So despite wanting to knock on the door, Craig decided to see if Tweek would come out on his own and if he didn't it was ok with him. However, when everyone leaves maybe they can talk.
As Stan and the guys poured in with drinks, Craig wondered, when the hell he agree to hosting this night's game.
"So um where's," Eric started to say, while scanning the space.
"Hiding," Clyde's answered.
"Ok, anyone else coming?" Craig asked already annoyed.
"Bradley said maybe, if he could escape from Bebe," Kenny replied.
Craig froze at the thought of Bradley showing up and how that could affect Tweek. Craig couldn't figure out why the idea of Bradley, a good friend of his, coming over to a place where he's been several times before would be a nightmare.
"Bradley will say he's coming but we know he won't as long as his stalkers here," Eric joked.
When the guys laughed, Craig almost popped a vein. Craig walked over to the tv, grabbed the remote and muted the sound, which brought all eyes to him.
"I am only going to say this once—meaning one fucking time. No more conversation about Tweek and Bradley. It's old and I am over it. Anyone who has something horrible to say about Tweek can leave. If Tweek comes out and I hear snickering, a comment or something disrespectful, I'll throw you out myself. We're all good?" Craig asked, and when his stunned friends didn't have an immediate response he un-muted the tv.
"Geez, the fucks wrong with him?" Eric asked.
"Craig where's the food!!" Kenny growled.
"Soon. I ordered pizza," Token spoke, with his hand raised.
Craig looked at Tweek's room door and frowned. Seriously, when did he agree to host football?