Chapter Nine: Tweek's P.O.V
Where is Pip? I hadn't seen him this morning, I always saw Pip in the morning. Not today. What if he got kidnapped after I left?! What if he was dead?! Way too much pressure, man! I killed my best friend!
As these wild thoughts ran through my mind, the school bell ran, dismissing the class for lunch. I was the first to storm out of there, and headed to the bathroom (all this worry makes my bladder weak). Maybe Pip will be in the cafeteria, waiting for me at our usual table. Yeah.
I locked the door to the bathroom stall. I hated public urinals. Maybe I'll see Craig there too... My mind wandered off as I did my business. I have to tell him. For my own sanity; whatever was left of it, anyway. If he rejects me, which he most likely will, I won't bother him ever again. Things will go back to normal. We wouldn't acknowledge each other's existence. I whimper at the thought. Just then I hear the door of the bathroom open and close. GAH! WHAT IF IT'S PIP'S KILLER?! HE'S COME TO KILL ME TOO! Calm down, Tweek. It's a public school restroom. Lots of kids. Right, of course. I let go of the toilet seat that I was gripping out of fear. I had finished, and flushed. I stood up and opened the stall door. I made my way to the sink, seeing the person by the urinal, without entirely seeing. I did a double take, though, in the mirror above the sink, as I noticed the back of an all too familiar figure. His blue chullo giving away his identity. Craig. I froze, the water running over my for once still hands. There was a mirror above the urinals, too. Why, I couldn't say. I looked at my mirror, he looked at his. We watched each other's expressions. Mine wide-eyed, like a deer caught in headlights. His seemed unfazed. Except his eyes. They told a different story. They were tensed, unblinking, in shock. I couldn't help but smile suddenly at the situation he was in. He noticed, and quickly zipped up his godly black skinny jeans. I turned off the water, dried my hands, and turned to leave. I couldn't talk to him yet. It was too awkward. I reached for the door.
"I'm sorry, Tweekers. For everything." What? I let my hand drop as I heard my nickname. Only Craig called me that. I turn to see him facing me, staring. Again, unfazed, but his eyes were etched with concern, worry, even. Was he apologizing? Craig "I-don't-give-a-fuck-about-anyone-or-anything" Tucker was apologizing to Tweek "The Spazzoid" Tweek? I wanted to kiss him. But instead, I did the next brave thing and strode over to his side, so we were practically nose to nose. I sucked in my breath and embraced him. I knew Craig wasn't into physical contact unless it involved fists, but this just seemed to be the right moment. As expected, his entire body went stiff. He does still hate me. But he said sorry... I don't understand. Just then I felt him return the hug, his nose rubbing against my hair. I gasped as the warm air from his breath tingled my scalp. What does this mean? One moment he hates me, and now he's letting me hug him? Too much pressure. I needed to think about this. I loosened my grip, indicating that I was letting him go. I wanted my friend back. I wanted us to talk, hang out, have fun. Like before. I tell him the gist of my thoughts. It was then that I saw the most beautiful thing. Even more amazing than coffee. Craig smiled. He smiled at me. He wants to be friends! Oh glorious day!
I couldn't tell him my feelings yet. I didn't want to scare him off. Instead, we talked and laughed about past memories, our lives, everything. We entered the cafeteria, smiling like idiots. Heading over to Craig's table, I sat beside Craig, Clyde on his other side. I notice Clyde's eyes assessing the situation; he looked back at Craig and gave him a wide grin. It looked like his lips were being stretched open my some torturous device. Craig nodded at him, and turned his expression to me. "You okay sitting here?" I nodded a bit too enthusiastically, making Craig smirk at my reaction. I look down, flushed with embarrassment. Under the table, I could see Craig's leg just inches from mine, his handing resting gracefully on his knee. My heart beat erratically, causing my face to turn even redder. There was only twenty minutes left before our next class, but time seemed to go agonizingly slow as I stared. I tuned everything out around me. It was just me and that hand. I so desperately wanted to hold it, squeeze it, feel those long pianist fingers intertwined with my shaky, bony ones. Friends did that, right? They could hold hands. I'd seen girls do it with other girls all the time. Before I knew it, my hand moved towards his. I looked at him through my thick eyelashes; he was chatting with Clyde. The combination of nasal voices made it hard to understand what they were talking about. But Craig was distracted.
I took this opportunity without hesitation. I scoped the scene, making sure no one was watching, and also so that what I was doing didn't seem obvious. I tried to keep my twitching to a minimum as my hand grew nearer to Craig's. I looked at everyone but him. I almost fell off the edge of the bench as I felt something warm and rough lock with my hand. I looked down to see Craig's tanned fingers contrast with my milky white. His fingers were laced with mine, and he was rubbing circles on the back with his thumb. I look at him with what I'm sure is a beyond horrified expression. His stayed plain, but I could see the grey specks in his intense blue eyes shining. Did he want this too? Did he want to be more than friends?
Again, it was just me and him. Craig and Tweek. The world around us ceased to exist. There was no school, no South Park, no Earth, no universe. Just my best friend. The guy I was in love with. Craig Tucker. I was so enveloped in the moment that I flinched when Craig leaned in close to my ear. I could feel his shaky breath as he whispered "thank you", letting go of my hand, and standing up the same time the bell sounded, ending our lunch period. First 'I'm sorry' and now 'thank you'? Who was this well-mannered boy?
Photography ended in a flash (no pun intended) and I was now waiting outside for Clyde and Craig. Clyde had asked me if I could help them study (Craig with Science, Clyde with Math) at Craig's house after school. Since I was pretty good in both subjects, I agreed to be their tutor. Anything to get closer to Craig... I still hadn't seen Pip, but that was the least of my worries right now.
As I stood waiting, I heard laughter coming from behind me. It sounded maniacal, evil. I knew who it belonged to. I turned around to glare at Cartman and Kenny. Of course. When they weren't making out in the alleyway by the school, they were taunting me. Yes, Eric Cartman and Kenny McCormick were together. Only a few people knew. The reason being that Kenny was a total slut, and slept around, but mostly with Butters. Cartman, on the other hand, didn't want the truth about his sexual orientation to spread. But in the end, they always came back to each other. It was kind of romantic, in a disgustingly creepy sort of way. I was about to tell them to fuck off, when I noticed what they were holding in their hands, aimed to throw. "Oh Jesus, hnng, w-water balloons? R-really?" I said, bored.
Cartman smirked and Kenny gave a bedazzling grin. Was I missing something? "Hey Tweek the Science Geek!" Kenny exclaimed. Clever. "What happens when you put water in cold climate?" Bewildered at the question, I tried to answer casually. "I-ice, of course." "Ding ding ding! We have a winner! Here's your prize!" The next couple of seconds slowed down immensely. Both pranksters launched their balloons at me, I dropped my thermos of sweet poison, and tried to shield myself from the attack, squeezing my eyes shut. I waited for the blow that never came. I slowly opened my eyes between my hands and discovered I was shrouded in darkness. I stand up fully and stare into beautiful grey-blue eyes. Craig was standing in front of me, holding out his windbreaker like a shield. "C-craig?" I could see he was shivering. He looked at me with relief, and turned to stare daggers at the evil duo. "Get the fuck out of here if you want to live", he whispered menacingly. Somehow Cartman and Kenny heard, though, and they ran like terrified puppies. I looked down and saw his back completely soaked and covered in slow melting ice. I placed my hand between his shoulder blades, in hopes of showing my thanks and warming him up. He stiffened, then turned around and embraced me. "You okay, Tweekers?" "Y-yes. T-thank you GAH! For s-saving me." I look up at him and smile shyly, twitching slightly. The heat of his body was making me flush. I needed to thank him properly. He shouldn't have done that. I glance at his signature chullo and decide my fate. I step out of his embrace, reach my hand up behind him and grab his hat clean off his head. The next bit was a blur. I was running as fast as my long legs would take me, heading to my house. This had to work.
I was halfway home (this was a small town, after all) when I heard swift footsteps crunching in the snow behind me. I looked over my shoulder without stopping, to find a curious-eyed Craig sprinting to catch up with me. He was holding my thermos in his clenched fist, swinging it as he ran. I'd actually forgotten about it as I devised my plan to get Craig alone. I sped up, reaching my front door. I'd left my key on the table stand in the front hall. Fortunately, my parents left the door unlocked before they went to work at Tweek Bros. I stumbled through the door, and ran up the stairs to my bedroom, tripping over the top step. I picked myself up and hurdled into my room, slamming the door shut. I left the front door open intentionally for Craig. My parents didn't come home till late, so we had some private time to talk, among other things... I barely had time to think of the possibilities when a loud thump sounded from the outside of my bedroom door. I sat on the floor, hat by my side, back against the door. I felt every pounding fist as it vibrated in my body. Tears began forming in my eyes for reasons unknown.
"Tweek! What the hell is going on? Open the door!" Thump thump bang. Craig resorted to kicking the door, making me jump and yelp in surprise. I stand up shakily, my knees wobbling. I open the door slowly and peek at a confused and pissed off Craig. His expression softened the instant he saw the tears rolling down my cheeks, staining the windbreaker I was still wearing. Craig passed the small threshold, closing the distance between us. The last thing I saw, the last thing I felt, was Craig's cold hands cupping my pale face. It was a soft and gentle gesture. Then he leaned in and kissed me.
I felt my whole body implode. The warmth of Craig's touch burning like a wildfire inside me. His eyes were closed so I followed suit. I grab the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer. This is what I wanted. I wanted him. I needed him. All of him. I start to push his jacket off his shoulders, while his hands roamed through the ever growing mess that was my hair. I shivered at the sensation it gave me. I push his jacket further, indicating I wanted it off. Craig obeyed and helped me by settling his hands to his sides and shaking off the first piece of clothing. It crumpled on the floor, and I walk backwards, pulling him without breaking the kiss, towards my bed. This was happening. Right now. Not wasting any time, Craig pulled off his white muscle shirt that contrasted perfectly against his tanned skin. I pulled away to marvel at the sight that was his chest. Craig was majorly toned. He was a depiction of a character from those romance novels old women loved so much. He was magnificent. He looked at me with those glossy eyes that I saw only once before. Was this lust? I tested this theory by tracing my finger lightly down his abdomen, his light treasure trail, and finally stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Watching him, I noticed his eyes burn more intensely with every touch. It was lust! He does want me! I tried to stifle my boyish grin, but it proved impossible. Craig tilted his head in amusement. "Enjoying the view?" "V-very much, t-thank you." I restrain myself from jumping on him right then and there as he leans in to kiss my neck, nibbling at my throat. A soft moan escapes my lips. I pull off my jacket and shirt, exposing my ghost-like front. Craig's mouth went straight for my collarbone. I moaned louder, he travelled lower, exploring every inch of me with his lips and tongue. "You're so beautiful". I could feel Craig's hot breath on my right nipple, making it stand at attention. I blush at the compliment, and pull Craig's face back to mine. Now was my chance. I had to do it.
"I love you, Craig. I have since the moment we met. I hated that we stopped being friends. I thought that you hated me. I've wanted to tell you this for such a long time, but I was afraid of what you would say. Although, I guess this is a really bad time. You're probably going to leave me now, and never be my friend.. again." I let out a small noise, exhaling. I said all of that in one breath, not leaving space for my twitches. I let go of his face and look down, ashamed.
I peeked through my lashes at Craig. The expression that greeted me was beyond unexpected. His eyes shone like two moons. I opened my mouth to speak, but Craig's lips caught mine, slowly but securely moulding his mouth around mine. I felt a sensual shock pass through my body, and my green orbs closed lightly, enjoying the moment. This kiss seemed much more desperate than the first one, because Craig pressed his body against mine and had me pinned down in an instant. I let him, lusting in the passion emanating off him. His fingers softly slid up and down my side, but it didn't tickle; it felt amazing, like little butterfly kisses. Like a silk sheet was running along my body, caressing me. Craig nibbled my bottom lip, spiking all my senses. Oh, Jesus, this is so hot. It's definitely time. No holding back. I pushed Craig off me again, earning another concerned look. I smile at him devilishly, pulling his legs towards me until his back came into contact with my mattress, and he was lying down. I kiss his glistening abdomen, and unfasten the buckle and zipper of his pants. I heard a guttural moan coming from the raven as my fingers skimmed the waistband of his plain black boxers. He was too perfect. I had to have him now. My twitchy fingers made quick work of his lower half, removing his jeans completely, revealing a bulging surprise.
I smile to myself, and look at Craig, asking for permission with my glazed over eyes. His wore the same look, and I could see he was blushing. I took that as a sign to go ahead, so I teased his hard-on with my tongue, keeping it in his underwear. Craig bucked his hips, filling my mouth. I chuckle, a sense of calmness washing over me as I concentrate on the task at hand to grab his length. I pull it out and stare. Wow, for a dick, it looked amazing. And delicious, my inner voice added. I waste no time and take him fully into my mouth. I wasn't sure if I had a gag reflex, so I tested it by going down on him further. Huh, guess not. I look up and see Craig watching me intently, breathing heavily. I notice his grey-blue eyes widen as he realized that his cock was entirely hidden in my mouth. I focus again and let my tongue slide along the slit, collecting droplets of pre-cum. Craig was now moaning uncontrollably, whispering. "oh God, Tweek. Yes." I started bobbing my head fiercely, sucking him off. How could something so weird, taste so good? I continue for a little while, until Craig reaches his climax, but I didn't let him cum. I take my mouth off, causing an audible pop sound.