Chapter Two: Riding the Crazy Train into Hell

Tweek's POV

"...I always did think you looked cute in those boxing shorts though." Craig said with a slur in his voice, staring up at the moon. Shit, he remembered when we fought in third grade? I remembered that too, of course I did. We were in the hospital for a couple days and kept being edged on by Stan, Kyle, and Cartman. He said I looked cute, was that serious? I looked over at his face and examined every detail.

His hair as dark as tonight's sky was falling into the hazel gemstones that lit up his face. His cheeks were flushed, but I couldn't tell if that was because he was embarrassed or drunk. Maybe it was both? His jaw was muscular and square, which overall framed his face perfectly. I'd never seen him without his hat off, so he just seemed so….beautiful. I had always had a crush on Craig, especially after we fake dated in middle school. That's a long story, to begin with, but let's just say even though we were fake I wanted it to be real with all my heart. When we broke up, it felt real to me. I know he never considered any of it real, or even if he still remembered it. That happened a long time ago, and ever since I haven't had the courage to really talk to Craig.

"C-Cute?" I stuttered. Of course, I stuttered. When I think in my head my words come out perfectly clear, but when they try to leave my mouth I can't get them to form right. It was a curse that I had, stupid me.

"That's not what I meant! Not in like a cute like a girl cute way.." Craig looked over at me, a shade or two more red than he was. "Cute as in like, a lost puppy kind of cute. Like I should have been protecting you, then you punched me in the face." He laughed at this, but I couldn't see what was funny. How much had Craig drunk tonight?

"Th-that's okay C-Craig you d-don't need to explain…..explain yourself." My mind raced faster than the words wanted to come out of my mouth. Many times I would have to pause in the middle of my sentence, rewind, and re-continue with it in order to get my point across. Everything was racing in my world, my mind and my heart.

"Hey Tweek, mind if I ask you something a bit personal?" Oh god, what could he want to ask me?! Was it that he wanted to know the secret recipe for the Tweek Bros coffee? I wouldn't be able to tell him that, my father would kill me with about thirty ridiculous metaphors! Or maybe he'll ask me if I believe in aliens! Then he'll reveal himself as one, and I'll have to turn him into the United States government! Then I would never see Craig again and he would hate me!

"Augh! T-too much pressure!" I thought aloud. Craig's confused look was all I needed to see to prove I said that out loud without meaning to.

"If you don't want to talk to me Tweek, that's fine. I know when I'm not wanted." Craig shuffled around like he was about to get up, but then gently placed a hand on my shoulder. His large, muscular hand on my boney shoulder caused me to flinch. "Tweek, I'm going to ask you anyways. Do you have a crush on any of the girls here?"

Oh my god, this was much worse! I hadn't told anybody about how I was actually a homosexual before, not even my parents. After Craig and I broke up, I told them that I was actually straight. It caused them to settle down, as well as the rest of the town. I can't bring that up again! I wanted to get rid of that past, move to California when I graduated high school, and be an accepted gay there!

"Uh-h-h….." I paused for a second. I had to think of something quick. "I did…..I did a l-long t-time ago-o. But n-now they are w-with someone e-else. I don't….I don't want to s-say who t-though since they would p-p-probably hate me!" I lied.

"Oh man Tweek, I didn't know you were hurting so much." Craig wrapped his drunken arms around me, letting his head fall on my shoulder. My body tensed up like it was beef drying in the sun to become jerky. "I'm so sorry Tweek!" Was he crying? I couldn't tell because his head was on my shoulder, but that's what it sounded like. I had never seen Craig cry before, ever! It was always one of those strong silent types of guys, who would respond to you with a middle finger. Now, he was crying on my shoulder.

"W-what are y-you sorry for?"

"That someone as precious as you have had their little heartbroken!" He lifted up his head, and now his eyes and his face were the shade of a tomato. "You seem very strong Tweek, that's what I like about you. You've always seemed very strong." Oh Craig, you don't know the half of it.

"Th-there there C-Craig…. I'm alright." I could feel my eye twitch as I let out an involuntary "Gah!"

"Tweek, we really need to talk more." Every one of those words was slurred. I don't know what was in those drinks, but he wasn't himself at all. "I think you and I would make the best of friends!"

"C-Craig….I think y-you n-need to lie d-down." I stood up, pulling him up with me as he still hugged me until we were both on our feet.

"I know! Token has a spare bedroom he lets me sleep in sometimes! We can go there!" Together, we made the conscious effort to bring Craig through the house and upstairs where the spare bedroom it. I tried the doorknob, and it was locked. Shit.

"C-Craig, it's locked!"

"Oh yeah, Token doesn't want anyone fucking at his parties so he keeps the door locked. I can go downstairs and get the key from him."

"Y-you can barely s-stand C-Craig. Sit d-down on the floor until I-I get the k-key." I lowered him onto the floor and leaned him up against the wall of the hallways.

"Aye Aye Captain!" He gave me a drunken salute and giggled to himself, leaning further against the wall.

I needed to get downstairs quickly, I didn't want to leave him alone for that long. How much did he have to drink before he came to see me? As I flew down the stairs, I noticed the time on the clock. 12:13 am. The party started at 8, but I didn't show up until 10 because of the fact I had to talk myself into this. I didn't want to come, and have someone put something into my drink and take advantage of me! Now though, I certainly don't want someone taking advantage of Craig. I slowly climbed down the basement steps, gripping the guardrail until my knuckles were white. From the stairs, I could see everything. People inhaling white smoke through tubes and exhaling it towards the sky. Girls taking off their tops, exposing perked nipples to the horny men who stared. This party had gotten out of hand fast, and I didn't want to be here longer than I had too. I scanned the ocean of people to find the key master, Token. Finding him sitting at the bar trying to eat Nicole, I bounced down the rest of the steps.

I didn't know how well I was going to swim in the ocean, but I would surely drown. I wasn't short, but I wasn't tall for my age either. At 17, I was about 5'7 while all the other guys were 5'10 or above in this town. The sea of people was mostly above my head, while I pushed through the hormone filled bodies. My lungs felt as though they were filled with lead, and the flashing strobe light was causing my heart to palpitate. Wave after wave of shivers ran down my spine. I can't do this, this is too much pressure! There are so many people here! Too much activity! What was I even doing down here? I needed to get out of here!

Wait….Craig. I was doing this for Craig. I was going through all this so I could make sure Craig was safe tonight. This gave me that ounce of strength I needed to push through the crowd with my eyes closed until there was nothing else to push through. Unrealizing to this, I pushed and found myself taking a face full of cement and dirt. Once I was able to shake the pain off, I gazed up to see the bar where Token was running his fingers through Nicole's curly afro. I stood up and composed myself, and edged myself towards them.

"TOKEN!" I yelled over the loud techno music blasting through speakers near us.

"Tweek! Hey man, enjoying my party?!" He raised his hand to give a high five, which I returned with all my strength. "All right!"

"Token, I-I n-need the k-key to your…...to y-your guest r-room."

"Dude are you getting laid?!"

"No! No-No! I-It's not like t-that! I need it for C-Craig!"

"Is Craig getting laid?! Is he with Red? GO CRAIG!"

"N-NO! He's t-too drunk o-o-off of his a-ass to do a-anything! I n-need the key to put h-him to bed!"

"Aw, alright Tweek Bro. I trust you." Token pulled a silver key out of his pocket and placed it in my hands. "Just don't take advantage of him, alright?"

"N-never!" I tightened my hand on the key with all the strength and bulldozed through the crowd of lustful teenagers until the staircase appeared in my vision. I didn't stop running until I was on the second floor. Craig was sitting in the same exact spot, with his eyes shut tightly. I walked over to him while making sure the keys were still in my hand before I used the other one to shake his shoulder. "C-Craig?"

He stirred around for a second before opening his eyes, shining under the lights in the hallway. "Why hello there." He smirked up at me with alcohol coating his breath. It seems none of it had worn off.

"Common…..we n-need to g-get you to b-bed."

"Oooh, I get to go to bed with you Tweek? It's like a dream come true!"

"No, I-I'm not going t-to lie w-with you. B-but…..I will tuck y-you in." I smiled back down at him, wrapping my arm around his waist and hoisting him up onto his feet. He quickly put his arm around my waist as well, pulling me closer to him.

"That's special enough for me."

I lead him to the door and unlocked it with the silver key. For a spare bedroom, this was magnificent. The bed was held up by ropes from the ceiling, suspended in the air. The red velvet comforter lay across midnight black sheets on top. There was a bathroom attached to the bedroom with the door open, which would be great for if Craig threw anything up. I dragged him over to the bed and set him up on the edge.

"Will y-you be okay h-here by yourself?"

"Why do you have to go so soon Tweakers? Why don't you lie down with me? I've been told I'm a great cuddler." My face filled up with heat. It would mean the world to me to curl up next to Craig and cuddle him until he fell asleep. I knew this would be wrong with him intoxicated like this. He brought himself up to his feet, bringing his body closer to mine. He wrapped his arms around me tightly so I couldn't escape the closeness.

"C-Craig? What are y-yo." I was cut off by his lips smacked against mine in a sloppy fashion. They were soft like a summer rain, and a mixture of cotton candy sweet and raging alcohol. He immediately pushed his tongue into my lips, asking for entry. I couldn't do this to him, not while he was in this state. It's what I've always wanted in life, what I've dreamed of since I was 9 years old. If I kissed him back now, I would hate myself for the rest of my life. I clenched my teeth hard making sure he couldn't deepen this kiss and pried his arms off of me as I pushed him back onto the bed. "Craig. I'm not doing this. You're too drunk and vulnerable."

"Tweek, you didn't stutter." Was that all he noticed right now?
"That's because this is serious! N-Now lay down and sober u-up m-mister!"

"Can you at least put your number on my phone first, sexy?" He whipped his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me. I put my phone number in and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed.

"N-Now get some s-sleep." I pulled the covered down, and he climbed into the bed. His eyes shut as soon as his head hit the silken pillows. He looked so peaceful when he slept, as though he couldn't possibly have a worry in the world. He was perfect, with his chest lightly raising and falling. I wish he hadn't been shitfaced tonight, and he kissed me because he was genuinely interested in me. I placed my lips on his forehead lightly, pressing a kiss down. "S-sleep w-well Prince C-Craig," I whispered to myself.

Once I made sure he was asleep I turned around to leave the room and saw Token staring at me from the doorway. Shit, how much did he see?

"Want some coffee Tweek? I think we have a bit to talk about." Token's grin said everything I needed to know. Fuck.


A/N (January 10th, 2018): In my culinary class today, I got pushed out of the way into a wall by a guy who said "Move out of my way, I'm gay! I'm more privileged than you!" That shocked me, like I'm almost 20 (Birthday's a month away :D) and he's probably 22. Who thinks to say that? It's very immature especially for college students, but it made me think about Tweek and Craig. I couldn't imagine either one of those saying that seriously (maybe Craig to his friends) but I won't ever write either of them like that. Gay, Bi, Straight, Trans, Black, White, Latino, Asian, whatever; none of those give you a reason to be shitty to another person. I just want to say THANK YOU to everyone who has read, favorited, and left comments so far! You guys are all awesome! Please continue to read, and if you have any feedback good or bad let me know! Either in private message or review, I will appreciate it the same! Thanks for reading this chapter, and hope you continue to read! -Emma