Chapter 3: Denial isn't just a River in Egypt
Craig's POV
The darkness around me was closing in quickly, while pain shot through the front and sides of my head. I could hear something faintly outside, what could that be? Birds? My eyelids were welded together, unable to open even if I wanted them too. Where am I? I could only remember glimpses of last night, if that even was last night. I was at Token's party, that would explain this sensation. A hangover. I've never gotten a hangover before, but I've never gotten that drunk before. I normally drink here and there, but I was always worried about doing something really stupid while intoxicated. I remember getting one drink and dancing with Red. A shiver crawled down my spine at the thought of her hands on me. Oh god, please tell me Red is laying in the bed next to me when I open my eyes.
I pried one eye open, letting the sun rays from the window hit my cornea with the passionate fires of hell. Even more pain shot through me, this time my entire body was tortured. All I wanted was to pull the covers over my head and fall back into dreamland, but not being in my own house urged me to wake up as soon as I could. What day was it anyway? Saturday? Sunday? Hell, it could be a Wednesday for all I know. Slowly opening the other eye, I glanced around the room. Yep, this was the Black's guest room. I've been sleeping over in this room for years, every time I've needed to get away from my family or responsibilities that overwhelmed my day to day life. How did I get in here last night? Normally when Token is having a party, he locks all the bedroom doors. Maybe he helped me get here? I don't remember most of last night, which terrifies me.
I turned over in bed, and let out a sigh of relief. There was no one in the bed next to me, I was by myself. I thanked the lord before I set myself up in bed, feeling dizzy and nauseous. In one swift motion, my feet were on the ground and carrying me to the bathroom connected to the guest bedroom. My throat felt tight, and my mouth was salivating. I knelt beside the toilet, gripping the pains that were in my stomach. Then everything that I ate and drank from last night was out of me. The throwing up had caused my headache bordering migraine to get worse, causing me to fall on the floor and curl up into a ball. It was painful, to say the least.
Once all the toxins were expelled from my system, I crawled downstairs to the first floor of the mansion. I could already see Token from the stairs in the kitchen making breakfast. Every time I stayed the night ever since we were little kids he would make breakfast in the morning. It was always the same thing every morning too, my personal favorite. Belgian waffles with strawberries and powdered sugar. I could smell the sweetness of the waffle batter mixing with the slight sourness of the berries. I practically fluttered down the rest of the stairs and I swear my feet didn't touch the ground as I entered the kitchen. Those waffles were my prey, and I was the starving predator.
"Good afternoon Craig." Token smiled, not taking his eyes off the stove where he was making a sauce out of some of the strawberries.
"Afternoon?" I looked over at the clock, and it was almost 2 in the afternoon. "Fuck man, why didn't you wake me up earlier?"
"You seemed as though you needed the sleep, a little bird told me you got really drunk last night."
"I must have been." I sat down at the island in the middle of the kitchen, placing my head in my hands. "I barely remember anything from last night."
Token raised a dark eyebrow at me. "Really? You remember nothing?"
"No, I remember bits and pieces, more towards the beginning of the party. I remember drinking what I think was a whiskey and coke, then I remember dancing with Red and wanting to get out of there as fast as I can. I remember leaving her, but I don't really remember where I went after that or what I did." I could tell by the grin forming on Token's face, he knew more than I did. "Okay Token, what do you know that I don't?"
"Well…." He grabbed a seat across the island from me, turned it around, and sat in it so he could use the back to cross his arms. Dramatic much? "From what I know, Tweek came up to me later in the party asking for the key to my spare bedroom."
"No….I didn't…."
"Let me finish Tucker. He said you were drunk and he wanted to put you to bed. I told him not to take advantage of you and gave him the key. Shortly after Nicole went to go dance with her friends, so I went upstairs to see if I could check on you two. The door was wide open, so I looked in. What I saw was you getting off the bed and hugging Tweek, pretty much trapping the poor kid. Then you kissed him, which he was having none of it. He pushed you off and back down to bed, then tucked you in and you passed out. It was pretty cute actually, he even gave you a good night kiss on the forehead."
"Woah, what the fuck?" I couldn't believe what I just heard. Did I advance on Tweek? Why would I do that? Why would I want to do that? I knew I was going to do something stupid when I was drunk, but why did it have to be with a guy? Tweek, nonetheless. I've barely even talked to this kid, and I was trying to get him to bed with me. I'm thankful he didn't continue it while I wasn't in my right mind like that. "What happened afterward? Did Tweek stay with me?"
"No, he saw me standing in the doorway. I brought him down here to the kitchen and made him a pot of coffee. I knew we'd like that way more than coffee anyways. We talked a bit about what happened, and he left shortly afterward. I went back downstairs and wrapped up the party with Clyde helping me clean."
"What did you talk about?" I was curious now, lifting my head out of my hands and staring him into his deep muddy eyes.
"Just like, Tweek's reaction to everything. I told him I saw almost everything, and I appreciated him not doing anything further with you. He said he wouldn't of even if you were sober, but the way he said it made it hard to believe."
"Tweek's not gay, is he?"
"Not that I know of, but you two did have that thing in middle school remember." Fuck I forgot about that. When Tweek and I were practically forced to date because of some stupid Japanese girls drawing yaoi of us. Then we broke it off in front of everyone, but Tweek made me out to be the bad guy. I didn't talk to him for a couple years, but then couldn't remember why I was so angry at him. No one really remembers us together though, or if they do they don't mention it. My parents acted like it never happened. I'm not angry or pissed off at him anymore, but now I'm starting to form questions.
"Well, now that you mention it I remember. I was faking it back then though, because of the exchange students."
"But were you really?"
"Yes! Tweek and I staged that break up, I told him to do it. I didn't want the girls to think I was gay!"
"Yet, you still haven't courted a single girl by yourself since that incident. I saw you dance with Red last night, but Clyde said he had to make you do that."
"I'm waiting for the right girl, maybe move away somewhere and find the girl of my dreams. None of the girls in this town interest me, and unfortunately, there's only a small handful of them to choose from. Half of them are taken!"
"Yeah, that's understandable. But let me ask you this, how would you describe your perfect girl?"
"Okay. Well," I had to think for a minute, I had an idea but I didn't know how to express it. "Uh, I don't want a girl with large breast I know that. I like the small ones, like an A or a B cup I guess. I don't know bra sizes man, but the small ones. I don't want her to have really long hair either, like shoulder length or shorter. Long hair just tangles, and gets in the way. I would like her to have a really nice ass though, like a bubble butt. That's hot. I also want her to have large eyes, I think eyes are the most beautiful part of a person. I don't care what color they are, but I want to see her emotions in them. Her soul."
"Dude, that sounded gay."
"I'm not gay!"
"Who's not gay?" I whipped my head to see Clyde standing at the entrance of the kitchen, stretching his arms out above his head with a yawn.
"We're trying to figure out Craig's sexuality." Token informed him.
"Craig's totally gay." Clyde grabbed a seat next to me. "Do you have any coffee ready Token?"
"Clyde!"
"What? Dude, you don't like any girls in this town. You wear tight jeans too dude, and even though you don't talk too much at school you give the finger. Which could be interpreted as talking with your hands."
"None of that stuff determines sexuality," Token added in, getting up and walking to the coffee maker. He had one of those Keurigs, so he had to make each coffee one at a time.
"What determines sexuality is solely on whether or not you're attracted to a certain sex or not. It's about who draws you in, and fills your brain with serotonin." Great, he's talking chemistry again. Don't get me wrong, I love science too. Chemistry though, I've always hated.
"What's serotonin?" Clyde asked, rubbing his eye sleepily.
"It's a chemical hormone in your brain that makes you fall in love and feel happy."
"So? I'm happy with guys like my friends? I don't really have any friends that are girls.
Does that make me gay?" I was starting to get furious about this accusation, wishing we could drop it.
"No, what makes you gay is that you tried making out with Tweek last night and haven't even been close to a girl in years." Token finished making the coffees and put one in front of each of our chairs before going to the fridge to get a French Vanilla coffee creamer.
"YOU MADE OUT WITH TWEEK LAST NIGHT?!" Clyde's eyes went wide.
"No! I mean, I guess I tried to but Tweek stopped me. I was drunk as hell last night."
"Well yeah, you were drinking the whiskey and cola flavored vodka bomb. Those things will fuck you up after just one. Especially you Craig, you're a lightweight." Token said as he came back and sat at the island, fixing is own coffee before handing the creamer to Clyde.
"I thought that was just a normal whiskey and coke?" Wait, how much alcohol was in that drink I had? Did I really only have one?
"Nah, I told the bartender to make you a drink extra strong." Clyde giggled. "I pointed you out to him. I wanted you to get laid dude, but I didn't think you'd pick Tweek!"
"Look, for the last time, I'm not gay. Can we just drop the subject and eat breakfast please?"
Token shrugged. "Sure, we'll let you figure this all out on your own." He got up finished breakfast, and we made our plates. I stared at the huge stack of waffles in front of me, drenched in Token's strawberry sauce, extra strawberries, and powdered sugar. It looked better than sex, and I was ecstatic to be able to enjoy every bite of it. Damn, Token knows how to cook.
I finished breakfast at Token's, said goodbye to the guys, and started the long walk by to my house. I had many questions on my mind as I wandered through the streets. I wasn't really gay, right? Did I know this, or was I in denial? Was I just telling myself I'm not gay? I needed to apologize to Tweek for last night. I didn't want him to think poorly of me now because of this.
Before I realized it, my feet had brought me in front of the only coffee shop in town. Tweak Bros Coffee, I knew Tweek had to be working there today. He's always talking about how he helps out the family at the coffee shop. Well, now's a good a time as any to apologize. Fuck, I wasn't ready for this
