A/N: Not much to say, thanks for reading.
Disclaimers: South Park = not mine
" What are these?" I asked while Tweek rummaged through his closets to find me something to use as a bed.
" What are what?" he asked, turning to see what I was watching. I pointed at garbled pile of different papers, pens, strings and all kind of craft supplies that had fallen from his shelves.
" Ack! They are nothing!", Tweek squeaked and hurried to hide them under his bed, kicking them carelessly there. I was quicker and snatched one of the papers to myself.
It was water-color painting. At least I think it was. On the paper there were colorful stains and patches, forming some kind bird, if you squinted enough. Though the painting had unfitting splash of color and smeared stains, implying accidentally slip of brush.
But I weren't actually all bad, it could pass easily as modern art, or some shit like that.
I glanced at Tweek, raising my eye brows questioningly. Tweek turned his head away, blushing adorably, giving the artist away.
" I said my parents want me to get a hobby", blond defended himself as I examined the painting, " So they got me all that stuff and told try when I said I would prefer arts over sports. I even tried knitting!"
Tweek pulled the rest of his works from under his bed and showed me a messy lump of wool and strings.
Tweek dropped the lump on my lap. I shrugged and turned to give criticizing look to the other works.
" I only managed to make a mess. I can't do a shit", Tweek wailed again, glaring paintings and knits, sounding almost depressed.
" Yeah, you're right. Shit doesn't look like this", I stated, giving comforting smirk for Tweek.
" Yeah", Tweek admitted, letting out a small laugh. He grabbed the bird painting and turned it upside down.
" Looks even more artistic", Tweek snorted and threw the painting back under his bed, " Even if I can't really paint, it got my parents from my back. At least they stopped with school's sport teams"
The blond sighed, shuddering for unpleasant idea and tucked back to the closet, continuing the search of my bed supplies.
Funny enough, it turned out that Tweek's house lacked materials fit for a bed.
" I think mother has lent the extra mattress to her friend", Tweek sighed and dropped beside me on his bed.
" I can sleep on couch", I offered, twisting my face unintentionally into disappointed frown. Tweek's sofa was way too small for me, I couldn't lay on it without sticking my feet over the edge and its springs were loose on the middle.
" You won't fit on it", Tweek said, clearly reading my troughs.
" Ya saying I'm fat?" I made horrified gasp and faked offended look, just to tease Tweek little.
" No! I-I mean you're j-just so-so tall", Tweek panicked, buying my fake horror. Amused grin speared over my face, not able to keep my face serious while Tweek wailed miserably.
Tough my grin gave me away and stopped Tweek's panic attack. Smaller boy frowned and made weak attempt to hit my shoulder.
" You son of a bitch", he blamed, twisting his face into adorable pout. Tweek's eye made an annoyed twist as blond crossed his arms over his chest.
" Well, what you suggest then?" I asked, my eyes wandering over the matters of Tweek's bed.
" We could share...", Tweek suggested rather shyly, eyes avoiding mine. Since I didn't know what to say we stayed silent for a endlessly awkward moment. It seemed that Tweek had decided to stay quiet and wait my decision, not taking his suggestion back before I had said something.
The suggest have come so suddenly to me that Tweek managed to twitch nervously at least four times before I managed to clear my throat and gave suppose to be casual okay as an answer.
So, what a glorious situation; I was going to sleep in the same bed with my, oh so secret, crush. Well, fuck my live. If this wasn't breaking my routines I didn't know what would.
It was warm. Almost uncomfortable warm, but still, I didn't feel like doing anything to move. The warmth was keeping me relaxed, sluggish. And the sleeping body tucked firmly against me was almost as warm as the covers around us.
I kept my eyes closed, not daring to open them and admit, that I was awake. It would end this. So I remained quiet, lying there and pretending to be asleep.
Some point during the night, I had crept my arms around Tweek and pulled the smaller boy against me, curling around him, my chest pressed to his back.
And it was warm. Not only bodily, but deeper. It was comforting, good feeling, the warmth that were speared around us. It was like a shield, a shield against cold that crept just around the corners, trying to get inside.
It was like the warmth alone were enough to hide me - us? - from the world and actually fill me inside, all the way to my cold bones and even deeper. And for once, I didn't feel hollow.
Feeling hollow, dull... it was just something that I seemed to be able to do. Something that I have been doing a long time now.
It really wasn't anything at first. Just a way to shut things out. But slowly it had taken over more. Not just being a way to.. be of for a moment, but a live style. A live style with routines, nice and boring. Dull and colorless.
But then again, I didn't mind. It didn't matter, if I couldn't care all that much or if I were skipping some part of my youth. I liked my live, even if it was shit at sometimes.
I have seen people being depressed, looking still more lively than I. But I didn't feel like depressed, nor even sad, really. Well, I didn't feel practically happy either, but it didn't mean I did not have good times, that I weren't actually enjoying things I did.
So it didn't matter if it were like that. It wasn't a problem.
But then again, this warmth, wrapped around my loins, it did bring alive forgotten feeling of living fully... - and dare I say? - happiness.
But even if I were completely comfortable, Tweek probably had had very uncomfortable night - I knew he had problems to sleep. So the blond probably had been wide awake while I had decided to slung my arms around him. It was wonder he hadn't woken up yet. I could only hope, that I haven't done anything too... embarrassing during the night.
But maybe, just maybe, he could feel the warmth too. Maybe it wasn't only me hoping to have an escape from... what? live? world? Sounded pretty dramatic to me, but maybe it actually was like that. Or then my brains were too tired to actually make sense.
Tweek moved beside me, twitching as he begun to wake up. I moved my hand carefully off around him and separated us.
Despite that, Tweek jolted upwards, knocking his head to mine.
" Shit, man, your head is fucking hard", I let out muffled curse when Tweek turned to give me a startled stare.
" Craig?" he whispered, looking like he had seen a ghost.
" Yeah, who did you expect?" I muttered, giving him hard glare. Damn that blond's head was hard. The dull throbbing of my forehead kept reminding me about the hit I got just moment ago.
" Ack! Sorry! Don't kill me! Oh, Jesus! Sorry", Tweek squeaked, trying to squirm away from me. In his haste, blond managed to get tangled on the sheets and almost fell from the bed.
" Oh, don't worry, too early to me to kill anyone", I reassured him and pulled him back to the bed, peeling off the covers.
After giving me evaluative look, Tweek settled back to the matters and tucked his knees up to his chin. He rubbed the back of his head.
" Sorry, didn't meant to do that.. Just, ummh.. you know", Tweek muttered awkwardly, wrapping his slender arms around his legs.
" Yeah, yeah, I know", I swatted it off, lowering myself back to the fluffy pillows. Tweek had always got some serious problems with himself. With all his twitches and stuff. I weren't sure if he had some serious problems, like, really some sickness, physical or mental. Go to find out. Sometimes it almost seemed like it, but I didn't matter to me. We all are little crazy, aren't we?
" So, umm... Good morning?" Tweek offered, giving me a little smile. Smile that made me feel even warmer.
" Yeah, morning", I muttered, raising my hands to rub my eyes.
" What time is it?" I decided to ask, turning to stretch my loins. I was slowly starting to wake up completely.
" Um, almost half nine", Tweek informed after checking the time from his alarm clock.
" Ugh, think we should get up?"
" Well.. yes I guess... I was actually going to take a shower", Tweek muttered while letting his eyes wander around his room.
" Go ahead then", I said, raising to sit up from my spot. I was kind of hungry though...
" Hey, what about I go get some breakfast and coffee to us while you shower? We can just eat at your room, right?" I offered, reminding not to think naked Tweek in the shower.
" Um...", Tweek gave me confused look, probably alerted by my suddenly friendliness. I gave him assuring shrug.
" If you are not hungry I can just get something to myself since I'm fucking starving here", I told him with uncaring tone. He would relax once seeing glimpse of my normal behavior.
" Ah! No!" he squeaked, making funny jolt, " I.. I mean, you can bring me something too. Yeah.. Mmm... Just bring something, you know where the kitchen is."
" Sure thing", I confirmed and got up. I had slept in my boxers so my clothes were speared messily on the floor. I picked up my jeans, not bothering with my shirt. I would be coming back here any ways.
Tweek took his towel and clean set of clothes with him and disappeared to the hall way. Once I had pulled my pants on I made my way to the blond's kitchen.
For my surprise the kitchen wasn't empty. Tweek parents were sitting around the kitchen table, Mr. Tweak buried in his newspaper and Mrs. Tweak typing something on her laptop.
For a moment I tough about retreating, but then I just shrugged to myself and trotted trough the kitchen.
" Morning", Tweeks mother chirped, not bothering look up from her work and taking ship of her coffee. Mr. Tweak gave me something similar to greeting.
I raised amused brown to Tweeks parents. They hadn't even noticed that the person entering their kitchen weren't their son.
" Mornin'", I muttered back, pulling two coffee cups from their kitchen shelves.
That alerted Tweeks parents, would have been miracle if they had confused my voice to their son's.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Tweak stared me dumbfounded while I poured two cups coffee and rummaged trough their cupboards. I found package of pop tards and traced their toaster, deciding to have found good enough breakfast to us.
" Um, excuse me", Tweek's father cleared his throat. I mixed milk to my coffee and reached to the sugar cubes.
" Yeah?", I answered lazily, turning to face Tweek's parents.
" I'm sorry if I sound rude", Mr. Tweak begun again, frowning heavily, " but who are you?"
I took sip from my coffee to hide my amused grin.
" I'm Tweek's friend", I answered shortly, but then I got a better idea. Before Tweek's parents got change to say anything else, I added smugly: " I slept with your son ."
That made Mrs. Tweak choke on her coffee and Mr. Tweak dropped his newspapers on the table. And I needed to take another gulp of my coffee to not laugh and I couldn't help but hope I had took my cellphone with me so I could take a picture.
The toaster sprung the pop tards out, startling Tweek's mother. I turned to take plates from cupboard over their sink.
" Um... So um..", Mrs. Tweak tried to say something, failing poorly.
" Yeah?" I was enjoying this perhaps maybe little bit too much.
" What's your name?" Tweek's father managed to choke out after his wife turned out to be still completely loss with words.
" Craig", I told simply and picked our breakfast to the plates.
" Where's Tweek?" Tweek's mother asked while I tried to get all I needed with me. I surely wasn't going to do two trips to the downstairs.
" Tweek's taking a shower", I said, managing to pick all the plates and cups up. That information silenced Tweek's parents and somehow managed to get them even more awkward than they already were.
I really was making a very good job making Tweek's parents think I had had sex with their son.
" Well, it was nice to see you again", I said, heading towards the hallway.
" Again?" Mrs. Tweak questioned timidly, probably afraid the answer.
" Yeah", I turned to give them devilish grin before disappearing behind the corner, " It's not my first time staying over."
As I climbed upstairs, I could still hear Tweek's mother drop her coffee mug. Even if I was talking about completely different sleeping and staying over than they though, I couldn't say I wanted to correct them any time soon.