Tweek was able to slip out of Kenny's early in the morning, the younger blond finally succumbing to his own tiredness a short while before dawn. Tweek appreciated Kenny's help, and his attempts to make sure he was ok. He had assured the other boy that he was fine now, that everything would get worked out. He only felt slightly bad for slipping away while his friend slept, but he had things he needed to get, like his abandoned backpack from his parents coffee shop for one. As he ambled through the quiet streets of South Park, taking the back alleys that he would normally avoid for fear of monsters hidden in the shadows and lurking around the corners.
His mind is curiously blank, blissfully silent for once aside from the consistent if somewhat faint, static hum. Tweek liked this development. He was finally able to walk down a strip of pavement that he hadn't been able to for his entire life, finally able to get past the darkness without its talons reaching for him. He looked around with wide eyes, seeing the monsters cower in the shadows, and he felt powerful for the first time in his life. Finally, he had found a way to beat them; he had made a decision.
His journey to Tweak Bros. Coffee shop was remarkably uneventful and quick, and he paused only briefly to admire the rising sun before he headed in through the front door. The gentle jangle of the bell didn't even register to him, so intent as he was upon finding his things and packing for the day. His father was calmly setting up the many machines with different brews, ever the early riser to be ready for the morning rush which rarely, if ever, came. The Tweak patriarch had the radio on, a simplistic melody which Tweek found oddly soothing. He wandered through the store, careful not to garner his fathers attention lest he remember that his son had disappeared during his shift the day before.
Tweek eased himself around the stockroom door, grabbing his backback from the hook before leaning back into the main shop and allowing the door to drift closed of its own accord. He set his bag upon an empty table, near the radio and quickly rifled through, double checking he had everything he needed for the day. He would have to make do with wearing the same clothes, but he didn't think that would be a problem. It was only one day, after all.
As he closed his bag, the song on his fathers radio once more caught his attention, the words seeming to resonate within him even as the static blankness in his mind swelled. He felt like he was floating, the song all around him as he smiled and relaxed for the first time since he had last been with Craig. He began to hum, the tune easy to pick up and doubly so as addictive. When it had finished, he bid a brief goodbye to his father and hurried out the door, heading towards the School. He figured that if he took his time and just enjoyed the walk, he would arrive somewhere around the right time. He hummed as he walked, the song from the radio embedded into the static in his mind. It played on repeat, and it soothed him. He smiled the entire journey, sweeping his arms widely as he sidestepped and half danced all the way to School.
When he arrived, he saw he was one of the first, though there were others already milling just outside the entrance, chatting to their friends or playing on their phones, unwilling to enter until they absolutely had to. Tweek giggled, and swept straight past them all, striding down the familiar corridors with a very unfamiliar bounce in his step. His first stop was the art rooms, humming the entire time as he grabbed a carrier bag and swept an armload of paints into it with a single swipe along the shelf. He grinned, and slung the bag over his shoulder, twitching just once before walking confidently through the door and heading to the nearest stairwell.
He trotted up the stairs, occasionally dipping back by a step to keep to the tune he constantly hummed. The static in his head kept the world blissfully blank around him, made everything feel faded and soft. He drifted through the upper corridor, which was as he had expected, completely clear of students. It makes it easier for him to continue his relaxed half dance movements. He's passing the window when he sees it, the flash of yellow on a blue hat.
Tweek suddenly couldn't make his feet move for anything. He stared at the sight of the boy he loved, the visions from his dream flashing in his mind, making him wince and whimper as he bit his lip. He stared at the noiret, ignoring the dark haired girl by his side, his eyes locked onto the only thing he had ever truly cherished in his life.
"Looking from a window above..." Tweek whispered, his heart twitching in his chest like his body refused to. He leaned onto the small window sill, watching the dark haired boy stand rigidly on the path to the School, as if he planned to block the way at any moment. Tweek sighed, the faintest twinge of pain breaking through the static in his mind. "It's like a story of love..." Tweek huffed a dry, un-amused chuckle, dropping his eyes to the floor briefly. The irony of the words hit him hard, as he rubbed absently at his chest. "Can you hear me?" He murmured, raising his eyes once more to drink in all the details he could about Craig. He almost wished the other boy really could hear him, watching as the boy seemed to lean forward and check both ways down the street every few seconds.
"Came back only yesterday, I'm moving further away... Want you near me." The words seemed to resonate throughout his whole body, the pain hitting him sharply enough to steal his breath for a moment. He let his eyes drift shut a moment, worrying his lip loosely between his teeth before he forced them open again. He didn't want to waste this opportunity to absorb as much of Craig as he could, even from such a distance.
"All I needed was the love you gave..." Tweek whimpered, ignoring the sting in his eyes and the warmth on his cheek, refusing to acknowledge his tears at all. "All I needed for another day..." He murmured, clenching his hand into a tight fist upon the small sill. "And all I ever knew," Tweek continued softly, his eyes locked onto Craig as the other boy ran his hand through his dark hair, dislodging his hat and seemingly not noticing at all. "Only you."
"Sometimes when I think of your name, when its only a game, and I need you..." Tweek sniffed, forcing his lips into a small, sad grin. He thought of the way Craig used to run his fingers through his own wild hair, the sense of calm it would install inside him. He closed his eyes and almost felt those phantom fingers again. "Listen to the words that you say, it's getting harder to stay, when I see you."
Tweek heard his voice break, and he took a deep breath, refusing to stop what had felt so right just a short time ago. He conjured up more memories of Craig, smothering himself in the warmth of his love, fake as it may have been. "All I needed was the love you gave," Tweek forced the words through his lips, ignoring the tremble in his voice as he gripped the window sill tightly. "All I needed for another day..." He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment, curling his lips into a smile as he thought of the stars that Craig loved so much, and of the time he had shown him all of his favorite constellations. "And all I ever knew..." He slowly lowered his eyes, ignoring the terrible dampness on his cheeks in favor of finding the boy he loved once more. Craig was still stood in exactly the same place, but he wasn't moving to check the paths anymore. He was staring straight at the School. Straight at the second floor. Tweek's heart stopped, his green eyes connecting for the first time in weeks with the dark blue orbs he felt were so deep and penetrating that they saw right into his very soul. "Only you." Tweek whispered, and the spell between them was broken.
Craig began moving again, quickly shoving students out of his way as he made toward the School like his life depended on it. His eyes remained entirely locked upon the second floor window. Tweek almost smiled, the static overtaking him again, wrapping him in blessed numbness just as the pain in his heart almost crippled him. He let out a sigh of relief, and turned away from the window, heading for the door at the end of the hall with sweeping arm gestures and quick, light steps.
"This is going to take a long time," Tweek sang, his voice all but a murmur as he danced towards the fire escape door to the roof. "And I wonder what's mine," He pushed against the door, slipping through quickly and leaning against the cold metal as he glanced briefly around the small room, before his empty gaze landed on the short ladder before him through blurry eyes. "Can't take no more." He whispered to the emptiness around him, a twinge of pain in his chest which he hastily pushed aside. He stepped away from the door and grabbed a chair from the stack at the back of the small storage room. He dragged it to the door, and wedged the back of it under the handle, blocking the way so that nobody could follow him.
"Wonder if you'll understand..." Tweek muttered, resting his palm briefly against the metal door, imagining Craig's hand on the other side, like they used to do on windows back when they were still so young, so new to the whole relationship thing. "It's just the touch of your hand..." He could faintly hear the sounds of shoes scuffing on the School floor, that way they always seem to only in Schools. He dropped his hand and turned to away, walking slowly towards the ladder and climbing it without hesitation. "Behind a closed door."
Tweek grunted as he pushed open the hatch, climbing out onto the roof he had become so familiar with over the past weeks. He looked around fondly, his own small touches left on walls and the ground alike. Drawing's of himself and Craig, poems he had written the boy that he had never been able to articulate, until he had already lost him. He took a deep breath and looked out across Stark's Pond.
"All I needed was the love you gave..." Tweek sang, his heart heavy and light all at once. His stomach seemed to be nothing but an empty hole, his heart weighed more than concrete. Yet despite this, he forced the words past his lips, like they were a balm on to his tender nerves. The static in his mind grew louder. "All I needed for another day..." He walked over to the railing that surrounded the whole roof, protecting stupid students from potentially falling. He glanced down, thinking vaguely that everyone below him seemed rather like tiny ants, scurrying about their lives with no idea of the universe around them. Tweek had often felt very similar; like he was just too tiny to be worthy of notice. He had been right too, so it seemed. He smiled, sniffling as he wiped his damp cheeks at last. His eyes continued to leak however, and so the gesture was almost instantly rendered useless. He dropped his backpack to the ground, and lowered his carrier bag of paints as he crouched down, reaching in to rummage until he discovered the colour he wanted.
Tweek pushed to his feet, gently shaking the bottle of paint as he leaned over the railing so he could see down the side of the School. He stared down at the students a moment, before drawing back over the railing and turning away. He uncapped the bottle, and took a final look at everything that he had created in this space he had made his own. Craig's dark eyes stared back at him from a painting he had made on a wall, and he walked closer, running his hands over the realistic artwork. They seemed to glow with the gentleness of Craig's softer side, the side he didn't let other people see. Tweek smiled, and sniffed loudly as he dropped his hand and took a step back.
"A-and a-all I-I ev-ever knew-w..." Tweek stammered brokenly, as he raised the bottle of paint and squeezed. "O-onl-ly y-you." Thin yellow strands flew from the bottle, instantly smearing the image of Craig's deep eyes. He didn't dare pause to look at what he had done, moving around the space he had made his own quickly, dousing the entire place with paint as he went. Every so often, he would have to replace the bottle with a fresh one, and start all over, tossing the empty bottle aside carelessly in his haste to keep going.
When he finally stopped, there wasn't a dry surface in a three foot radius around him. The final bottle of paint slipped from his grasp without his knowledge of it, his eyes travelling sadly over the artworks now dripping with yellow paint. He took a shaky deep breath and held it, as he closed his eyes and wiped roughly at his cheeks. When he opened them again, his eyes were as empty as the painting of Craig's which he had smeared.
"All I needed was the love you gave..." Tweek muttered, the throb of pain from his aching heart almost immediately consumed by the growing static in his mind. He could vaguely hear a faint banging noise, and he turned towards the railing at the front of the School with a frown, looking out at the peaceful water of Stark's Pond. "All I needed for another day..." He tilted his head, stepping slowly closer to the railing, his eyes locked on the lake that was called a pond in the distance. He reached forward, taking a firm hold of the rails and twisting to sit on them. He kept a tight hold of them, while swinging his legs over to dangle over the front of the School.
"And all I ever knew..." Tweek looked out at the water, sparkling like the stars in the night sky, and smiled wearily. He blinked heavily, the static in his head building until it was all that he could hear, like the tiny slapping of waves upon a shore. "Only you." He breathed.
He let go of the railing.
A/N:~ This, uh... wasn't what I expected. If I'm entirely honest... Not. At. All
Having said that, I feel really... humbled? awed? by this chapter... like, I can't quite believe I wrote it. But, maybe that's just me having a big head or something. I don't mean to though - just so you know. I really hope you like it. I think this is the beginning of the end; possibly one more chapter if I don't leave it here..! Let me know what you think please - should this be the end? Or would you like to find out what happened from Craig's pov? (because the next chapter if I write it is from his perspective...) Please, let me know...
Thsnkyou so, SO much for reading - I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it all :)
x My love to you all x
(as a ps; if you want to understand how Tweek is acting/singing/the beat he was moving and dancing to - look up Yazoo; Only You on youtube and listen to the song - or the Flying Pickets if you prefer that version)