AN: Oh gee, I am such a pushover when it comes to writing stories... I hope you guys like this next tidbit!
Craig found out that he was to be in the same form as Thomas and Tweek, but not Jimmy and Token. He didn't mind too much, though. He was two rows behind Tweek, and found him much more interesting than what the Teacher said.
However, the Teacher didn't find Tweek quite too interesting. In fact, on occasion, he had cruelly snapped at Craig, always along the lines of "No, Tweek's head is not the west of Columbia, Craig" and each time his cheeks went bright red, and he ducked down, before highering his eyes once again. He didn't think Tweek minded though, because at the end of the day Tweek joined him, though, not in the most tactful way.
"BOO!" Tweek laughed, pouncing on Craig and almost knocking him over. Craig shrieked, but then muffled it as soon as he saw it was Tweek. Craig wasn't sure how many times he had blushed that day, but he tacked another unit onto the ambiguous score as he shied away from Tweek slightly.
Where had he even come from? He just appeared out of mid-air! Oh great. Now Tweek was a beautiful vampire wizard? He shuddered, then noticed Tweek had a cup cradled in his hands. He wondered what of. Blood?
"Hey, so," Sip. "I was wondering if," Sip. "you wanted to," Sip. "come round my house for a sleepover tonight?" Sip. The whole time Tweek had been talking, Craig had stared at his mouth intently, trying to see any traces of blood. All clear. Suddenly, Tweek waved a hand in front of his face.
"GAH!" He cried, and Tweek shushed him, apologising.
"Sorry, dude! You were just staring at me, you ok?" Craig nodded, reeling from all the shocks Tweek had given him. It really was too much pressure being around that kid. He remembered what Tweek asked, and panicked over what to say. Yes? That would be suicide! Going to a vampire's layre? That would be ignorant, as Kyle would say. But, he looked at Tweek's concerned expression, and found himself saying,
"Nngh – I'm fine… And o-okay, I'll come." He had better be prepared with garlic and a wooden stake, he thought, shaking. Tweek smiled, then took another sip, and Craig couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"W-what are you drinking?" Craig asked, preparing to run and scream at the top of his lungs if Tweek replied with something alarming. Luckily, he didn't, but Craig's suspicions did not die down.
"Coffee." Tweek furrowed his eyebrows, giving him a peculiar smile. "Want a taste?" Craig's eyes widened in horror. Coffee his ass. If it wasn't blood, it had to be some kind of potion, and there was no way in hell he was drinking that. He took another step back, petrified Tweek would force him to drink it.
"No? Ok, more for me." Tweek grinned, gulping the remains before chucking it in the bin next to Craig, resulting in another cry from the dark haired boy, thinking Tweek was chucking it at him.
"Tweek!" A skinny boy, almost as skinny as Tweek, suddenly attacked Tweek, and Craig balled his fists, even though he knew he wouldn't stand a chance. Though, Tweek emerged laughing, and Craig got a look at the assailant, a parka clad blonde. He felt a foreign feeling as the boy draped his arms around Tweek's shoulder. He had no idea what.
"Who's this?" Kenny asked, gesturing towards Craig. Tweek blinked, remembering him.
"Oh, this is Craig. Craig, this is Kenny." Kenny gave him a Cheshire cat grin and Craig gulped, finding he no longer could take a step back; his back was against the wall.
"Not one for chatting, huh?" Kenny dismissed, turning back to Tweek. "What you up to tonight, Tweekers? You wanna come round mine?" Craig observed the two, feeling uncomfortable. He wondered if Kenny knew Tweek was a vampire, too.
"Sorry Ken, I can't. Craig's coming round my house." Craig could have sworn Kenny gave him a quick, subtle glare. "I'll catch up with you later though." Tweek relented, grabbing Kenny's hand. Craig frowned, seeing them do an odd routine with their hands. What was it, some kind of cult code?
"Come on, Craig, let's go." Tweek smiled, and Craig followed obediently, crossing himself behind Tweek's back.
That's called jealousy Craigfer.