Aaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnddddddddddd the second installment of Creek that happens simotaniously! WOO! This one is soooooooo sad, but I think you guys'll be able to forgive Craig for his awefulness now. Enjoy!
I had Tweek in a sort of half headlock with my hand over his mouth. No one would be able to hear me well with Tweek shouting about the trouble they'd get in. He'd tried to talk me out of it, but I knew he was just being paranoid.
"And so it is my duty as apparently the only person willing to do this shit to announce- OW!"
I yanked my hand away from Tweek's biting mouth. He screamed and tried to run out of the room, but tripped over various chairs and ran into several tables, knocking their contents to the floor.
"TWEEK!"
I left the speaker button and ran aftter my twitchy blond who was still shrieking and stumbling. I grabbed his arm and spun him around.
"Tweek, what's the matter with you?" I asked worriedly.
"GAH!" he shrieked. "You can't- they'll get upset! Can you think of how they'd feel if we just told everyone?! They'd never speak to us again! And they'd think it was all my fault and then they'd kill me! And then-"
"Tweek, calm down!" I yelled, grabbing his other arm and looking at his eyes. "No ones going to kill you. I don't see what the big deal is! This was how evreyone found out about us! We were fine with it!"
"Because it was yours to tell! You told them! This isn't our business!"
"Mace asked us to help!" I argued. "And you were fine with it, so why shouldn't they be?"
"I wasn't fine with it! Nng! It was too much pressure! I was so embarrased! GAH!"
"But you think everythings too much pressure!"
"But that was really too much pressure!"
"You didn't tell me that!"
"Yes I did!"
I looked at his paniced face for a moment and sighed.
"Alright, Tweek, fine," I said softly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it bothered you that much. But that was like, two years ago. Everythings fine now. I didn't tell everyone about Stan and Kyle. It's all okay. 'Kay?"
He nodded and pulled away from me, but I wrapped my hands around the back of his head and pulled him back.
"Ah! Craig, I don't-" he said, pulling down on one of my arms with both hands, blushing.
"Come on, Tweek," I teased, pushing him back.
That combined with his pulling caused him to fall back with a little squeak. I crawled on top of him and stradled his waist. I smirked down at his terrified face and went in for a kiss. But it didn't work as well as I'd hoped. Usually when I kiss him he practically melts and responds desperately. Now he was pressing his lips together to hard I couldn't even slip my tongue past them.
"Mmm," he protested pushing at my chest.
"Damn it, Tweek, what?" I asked irritabley.
He didn't answer and I gritted my teeth. I was getting mad. I had to stop. I couldn't get mad at him.
"Answer me, Tweek," I ordered. "Fucking look at me, damn it!"
I felt a little tug at my chest when he looked up at me with tears forming at the bottom of his eyes.
"You never understand," he muttered hoarsly.
No, I thought, realizing what was about to do, but I couldn't control my body anymore. I punched him. And I felt terrible. So I punched him again. And Again. No, no, no! Damn it, Craig, stop it! But I coudn't stop. My body was moving on it's own. And he was just taking it. He was shaking, yes, but that was it. And he was crying. I wish he'd fucking stop crying!
"CRAIG!"
I thanked God that whoever had just shouted at me had come, because I stopped. I looked up to see Mace and Kenny sprinting toward me, and I wasn't punching him anymore. Yes.
I felt Mace yank me off of Tweek and throw me on the ground, but I coudn't hear or see anything anymore. I was too preoccupied with the fact that I'd just beat up Tweek.
My best friend. My boyfriend. My twitchy paranoid blond. My Tweek. I couldn't breath but I didn't try. He'd never trust me again. I could convince him to sort of forgive me, but he'd never trust me. I didn't deserve him. He was right. I didn't understand. I didn't understand why he put up with me. I was a jerk. He had no reason to like me. This would do it. I didn't understand why it wouldn't. I didn't understand why I did it. I didn't understand.
"Craig?"
I looked up, seeing Mace again staring down at me with crossed arms. Tweek and Kenny were gone.
"Where's Tweek?" I asked chokily.
"The nurse's office," he said coldly. "What the fuck were you doing?"
"I-I don't know," I admitted putting my arms on my knees and resting my forehead on them. "I didn't mean to."
"How could you not mean to?" he asked angrily. "How do you not mean to beat someone up? Especially Tweek!"
"I..." I swallowed hard. "I couldn't control myself. I just did it."
"Why?"
"I don't know!" I yelled, feeling my own tears form as I looked up at him angrily. "I don't understand..."
"He was crying, Craig, do you understand that? Token told me, Tweek doesn't cry. When was the last time you saw him cry, Craig?"
I didn't answer. I'd never seen Tweek cry before. And the idea that I was the cause of the only time I had made the tears stream down my cheeks silently.
"Do you understand what this might do to him?" asked Mace exasperatedly.
"Yes, Mace, I get it! I fucking screwed up! Tweek'll be all carred or whatever, I know! I know Tweek better than anyone! So what does this have to do with you, Mace?! This isn't any of your business!"
I stared at the ground with a teeth clenched together as more tears fell. I heard Mace sigh.
"It is my business, Craig, because it's happening in my camp."
"Since when is it your camp?" I asked coldly.
"It became mine the second I was placed in Cabin 1," he answered with something in his voice that almost sounded like pity. "Haven't you noticed how the councelors do almost nothing? They've never taken care of the kids here. So we stepped in. Brian quickly adopted the idea that we were better suited for the job and made it our duty. Our duty to enforce the rules, and our duty to protect the campers. That means helping them if they need help. Even though I'm not really good at it, I'll try."
I stared at him for a minute, unsure of what to say. He came to me in order to help Stan and Kyle. He stayed to help me and Tweek. Even though he really didn't need to. Even though he knew he wasn't the best person for the job. God, I sound so fucking gay right now. But I guess I sort of respected him a little now. And so I told him what happened. And he said Tweek'd probably still trust me. And I hoped he was right.
"Craig!"
Mace and I looked up, both sitting on the ground, to see Clyde, Token, and Oliver running towards us.
"Dude, what happened?" asked Clyde. "That nurse bitch said Tweek was in bad shape but said not to bother him and this prick," he jabbed a thumb at oliver, "wouldn't let us go see him anyway."
"Well, I think we should go see him anyway," said Mace quite suddenly and cheerfully as he stood up.
"Mace!" shieked Oliver indignantly. "The nurse said he needed rest! I doubt he can hardly get any with them around."
"And I doubt he'll have stayed asleep this long anyway," said Mace glancing down at me with a smile. "And besides, am I wrong in that he won't be very comfortable alone with Kenny?"
"He's alone with Kenny?" cried Clyde looking horrified that anyone could have allowed such an obvious mistake to happen. "He'll have a heart attack!"
"Probably," said Token with a shrug. "But how'd he get hurt anyway?"
"I punched him," I muttered, figuring there was no use hiding it since Tweek would accidentally scream it to the whole camp sooner or later.
"You what?!" exclaimed Clyde, while Token's eyes got bigger than I'd ever seen them.
"You can't- That's-" stammered Oliver looking a little overwhelmed.
"Yeah, yeah, leave the guy alone," said Mace and I gave him a grateful look.
"YOU GUYS!"
We looked to see Kenny running towards us.
"You left Tweek alone?" asked Token with an irritated sort of look.
"What? No," said Kenny coming to a halt. "Stan and Kyle are with him."
"Oh, yeah, are they like, living?" asked Clyde cautiously.
"Yep," said Kenny happily. "They're fine."
"What happened?" I asked curiously.
Okay, I lied. The next chapter won't really be Creeky. More Styley if you will. :P Don't you wanna just give Craig a BIG hug? Poor guy, mysteriously losing control of his body. -shifty shifty- Dun dun DUN! Woo hoo! How awesome is the name Sunny? I wanna name my kid Sunny, that'd be so beast... yeah... -has WAY too many names picked out for her kids-
ANYWAYS! Likes? Loves? Dislikes? Honey Bunches of Oats? I REALLY big piece of paper? Skin? FLAMES?! All are loved! I do have this weird obsession with skin, you know. I just love the feel of it. It's so... skiny. hehe. FLARFENTOGLEHOPPER!
