Craig sighed, tapping his pencil against the paper before him in irritation. The quick repetitive motion reminded him of Tweek's twitches, which only made him even more irritated with the entire situation he found himself in, and ultimately resulted in his incessantly tapping all the more. He stared out the window, a row ahead of his seat, unable to see anything but a few wisps of cloud as they lazily drifted by. He couldn't say he took any particular pleasure from watching them, but they did at least give him something else to focus on besides the churning in his gut and the weird emptiness in his chest.
He fought the urge to glance across to the seat beside him, and lost fantastically, sighing heavily in defeat as he glared accusingly at the empty desk and chair. He had been concerned the first few times the chair had remained empty, but at this point the only thing he could feel about the empty seat was pissed. He felt irritation curl through his head, his brow ticking slightly as he at least managed to resist the urge to sigh again. He did not want to be labeled as love sick. Privately, he thought he was something much worse.
He didn't know why Tweek had started to avoid him, his understanding of the blond apparently not so profound as he had first thought. Their relationship hadn't had the most orthodox of beginnings, true, but after the initial shock of it; he'd kind of come to like it. Sure chicks were pretty, and they made the effort to be pretty for guys. But, Tweek didn't really need to, because he was kinda cute just as he was. Craig would be lying if he said that it hadn't pissed him off to no end at first. But the more time he spent with the twitchy guy, the more he came to realize that his nervous tendencies weren't annoying in the slightest, if anything; they were kinda endearing. Besides, girls took effort and hard work to make and keep happy. Tweek just took coffee and holding hands.
Before he realized it, he was actually interested in hearing about the latest crazy theory that Tweek had conjured up. He wanted to go for coffee with him, which was a big deal, considering he despised the blandness of coffee with a passion. He couldn't have stopped it if he tried. His fascination with the blond turned to admiration, which in turn became genuine affection. The lesson had soon been learnt, that to insult Tweek Tweak, was to request that Craig Tucker's fist make very intimate acquaintance with your face in the very immediate future. Craig sighed as he found himself thinking about the blond once again, immediately irritated that the gesture managed to slip out without his permission.
"Craig, goddammit! This is not a class on sighing, you little fucker, now get on with your assignment!" Craig rolled his eyes and flipped off his teacher without any care for the detention it would surely earn him. "Did you just flip me off?!" The teacher demanded haughtily. Craig finally glanced over to the teacher, calmly watching them fume at him with their arms crossed over their chest.
"No." He said flatly. It was a standard answer by this point, something he couldn't stop even if he had the desire to do so. He turned his eyes back to the window, ignoring the lecture that the teacher aimed his way in favor of picking out shapes in the clouds. A coffee cup. A coffee bean. A halo. Craig scowled at the wisps of fluffy whiteness, flipping them off for good measure as even they were apparently determined to remind him of Tweek.
"Craig Tucker! I am talking to you!" The teacher screeched, only to be cut off by the School bell, signalling the end of the day at last. Craig rolled his eyes as he got up and swept his things straight off the edge of the table and into his bag. He immediately grabbed the strap and slung it over his shoulder, before he flipped the teacher off a final time, and headed out into the corridor; the teacher's outraged stuttering lost in the hustle and bustle of countless student bodies.
Craig locked his eyes onto Tweek's locker, and was sadly un-surprised to find that the blond was nowhere to be seen. He scowled at the locker as if it had personally offended him, and slipped a piece of paper from his bag and grabbed his pencil, pressing them against the locker as he scribbled a hasty; 'call me asshole'. He stuffed his pencil back into his bag and swung it around to his back, while he entered the combination easily; forcing himself not to remember all the times Tweek had tried and failed to open it himself. He shoved the note roughly into the blond's locker, ignoring the stack of similar notes he had left over the past few weeks as he slammed it shut, taking a perverse satisfaction in the way it clanged.
"Pining again?" Craig turned to meet the amused gaze of a girl who had long dark hair and equally dark blue eyes. She grinned when he flipped her off, returning the gesture happily.
"Fuck off, Chris." Craig warned flatly, lowering his overused middle finger and pushing past her to head home. Chris laughed and fell into step beside him, easily keeping pace with the noiret as he stomped sullenly through the crowds.
"You know you could always try texting, or even calling him again..?" The girl offered, ignoring the way Craig's face twisted miserably.
"He won't respond to anything I send him, and he never picks up my calls anymore; as you well know." Craig said bitterly. "You've been there whenever I've tried to get Tweek to talk to me, he just... It's like he just disappeared and now, even if I go by his house; he's just never there." He fumed, kicking stones from the pavement as they walked away from the School, down the street towards Craig's house. "I thought we were ok, hell, I thought Tweek was as happy as I was; I don't get what changed or why he's suddenly so hell bent on avoiding me." He muttered, uncomfortable about giving voice to the mess of feelings churning inside him to somebody who wasn't Tweek. The blond was pretty much the only person he felt comfortable around enough to fully open with, or he would be if he could actually find the blond.
"Maybe he just doesn't like you anymore." Chris suggested lightly and Craig immediately flipped her off with a growl. It wasn't that he even thought she meant it, but the fear he felt just from the words alone were like being carved open with a knife.
"Fuck off, Tweek wouldn't do that." Craig spat, his heart slamming against his chest as the spike of fear grew. He tried hard to calm himself down, telling himself that Tweek couldn't possibly have stopped feeling that same joy that Craig felt whenever they were close, or holding hands. He felt his eyes sting and frowned at the pavement, his irritation giving way to weariness. "Tweek wouldn't be able to handle the pressure of it, he'd have just blurted it out if that were true." Craig sighed, telling himself that he was certain of this. However his heart still felt heavy, and he rubbed absently at his chest.
"Well, I'm just saying; he's going out of his way to avoid you now." Chris said lightly, her hand on Craig's shoulder as if she was trying to soften some great blow. She forced Craig to stop walking, and he realized they were already outside his house, the journey nothing but a blur of thoughts about blond halo's and soft twitches. "Maybe you should admit to yourself this fight isn't worth all the pain its causing you..." Craig shrugged off her hand violently, glaring at her as he flipped her off with both middle fingers. Chris just smiled sadly at him and shrugged as if she expected this. "I just don't see what you're gaining by keep tying yourself up in knots over this. It seems like this guy has made his decision, and it doesn't include you. So why are you fighting it so hard?" She asked, turning to head inside.
"Because," Craig blurted out before he could stop himself, "I love him." Chris paused, turning to stare back at him with wide eyes. Craig wasn't sure why this came as a surprise, he thought everyone knew this, it went without saying. True, Craig wasn't an expressive person, generally setting his expression to either stoic or pissed off, but it was still plain to see his feelings regarding the blond, or so he had thought. He had to remind himself once more that the girl had not been in South Park the past three years, and she couldn't understand the way his relationship with Tweek had grown into something; more.
"Huh." Chris said, apparently feeling she needed to say something. She shrugged her shoulders and opened the front door, pushing her way inside and leaving Craig on the pavement outside. He struggled to make himself follow after her, the thought of Tweek not returning his feelings anymore making him feel way more than he was comfortable with. His hands were clammy, his heart was throbbing painfully while his head constantly tried to refuse all the things Chris had just said. But, having heard the words from someone else now; it was harder to deny them then when it was just a fleeting idea when he couldn't sleep late at night.
Craig shuffled through his front door, barely noticing that he shut the door behind him with a little too much force. He frowned at the floor as he headed straight up to his room, ignoring his mothers greeting in the process. He shoved his bedroom door open, and tossed his bag carelessly into the corner before flopping face first onto his bed. He groaned, glad for the first time that Tweek hadn't been with him, lest he see how pathetically emotional he was being, or at least dramatic.
Craig buried his hands under his pillow, resting his head atop it as he contemplated the state of his relationship. He had made the assumption that he and Tweek were on the same wavelength, that the feelings growing in him had also been growing in Tweek. Now all he could do was wonder if maybe he had been wrong, if he had been pushing his own feelings onto Tweek and the blond had simply grown too uncomfortable to be around him anymore. However this theory didn't make sense, because Tweek didn't just take things quietly if they made him uncomfortable; he didn't, or couldn't hesitate to let everyone know the second something happened that he didn't like.
Craig only succeeded in giving himself a headache as he tried to fathom through the strangeness of his situation, and he sighed as he rolled onto his back, digging his phone out of his pocket in the process. He hesitated, his finger hovering over the messages icon, which only served to irritate him even more and he jammed the button with more force than was really necessary in his stubbornness to not keep acting like such a love sick fool.
As Craig scrolled through the countless un-answered messages he had sent over the past few weeks, his heart grew heavy. His eyes began to sting, but in the privacy of his own bedroom, he figured he could allow himself a little emotional freedom. He let the tears run their course, ignoring the way they made the small hairs around his ears tickle. His chest hitched with what he would never confess to as a sob before he can manage to stop himself, and he bit down on his lip hard in frustration. He threw his phone on his bedside table and scrubbed his cheeks furiously.
"Hey Craig-" Chris pauses as she walks in, her eyes going wide as she took in his state.
"Fuck off." Craig said, flipping her off. Chris hesitated a moment, before she walked in and sat down by his feet at the foot of the bed. "I think you and I have a difference of opinion about the meaning of the words 'fuck off' Chris." He sighed.
"Look, just tell me something..." Chris said, her eyes soft but curious. Craig huffed a groan, but didn't make any move to stop the girl from asking her question. "Why him?" Craig choked on a laugh, his cheeks flushing red as he stared at her.
"Really?" Craig asked incredulously, "Why the fuck not him?"
"I just mean, you two didn't choose to even get together yourselves, did you? This crazy ass town just kinda, pushed it on you." Chris continued, as if he hadn't spoken at all. "You could do so much better than him, for a real relationship, so why are you still pretending that this all means something to you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, did you miss the part; you know, just before we came in? Where I said; I love him?" Craig asked spitefully. He was already irritated by this whole situation, he didn't need someone reminding him that it might have never been anything more than an expectation to Tweek.
"No, I just figured you were speaking up for the town to hear." Chris said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Craig flipped her his middle finger in response. "Look, Craig, this Tweek guy? He's nice and all, but do you really wanna be shackled to him? I mean, there are a tonne of girls who would not hesitate to jump all over you..." She said, blushing slightly as she leaned back on her palms.
"Why would they want to do that?" Craig asked curiously, his flat voice barely betraying his rising temper. "I'm gay."
"You don't know that though! You've never even been with a girl! Your whole relationship was a fake!" Chris argued. "This could be the opportunity you needed, to get out and find a nice girl to date instead!"
"I don't want to date a girl." Craig said flatly, heaving himself up from the bed and swinging his feet over to the floor. "I want Tweek."
"Why?!"
"Because I fucking love him!" Craig finally roared, his patience gone. "I don't want some fucking pain in the ass girl! I want Tweek! I love Tweek! What about this is too fucking hard for you to understand it?"
"You just think you do because you haven't ever dated anyone else!" Chris replied hotly, leaning forward and folding her arms over her chest stubbornly. "You just need-"
"Shut the fuck up, Chris!" Chris's jaw dropped, and Craig almost felt bad for yelling at her, but he already felt bad enough without Tweek in his life and had no room left for his usually carefully concealed emotions to be stored. He didn't need someone telling him to move on; he needed Tweek. "You don't know me! You don't know Tweek! I'm sure it must have been a shock, me and Tweek being together, but even if-" Craig paused, refusing to admit that his throat hurt at the very thought of the words he needed to push out. "Even if Tweek has moved on, and doesn't want us to be together anymore; I still don't want a girlfriend."
Chris remained silent, pointedly averting her eyes and staring at his Space Trek poster on the opposite wall. Craig felt the irritation slowly giving way to weariness, and he sighed at the flip-flop way his emotions kept changing. It was so much easier when he was just stoic at all times. "You don't know that." She finally said, her voice small and uncertain. Craig almost rolled his eyes, but found he didn't have the energy for it. He picked up his discarded phone instead, and began to scroll through his contacts.
"I do." He said flatly. His fingers hesitated, bringing up Tweek's details slowly before hovering over the call button.
"He's just some spaz, Craig, you just feel sorry for hi-"
"You finish that fucking sentence, and I don't care if you are a fucking girl; I will kick your fucking ass." Craig warned, his eyes locked on the girl beside him. She scowled at him, but wisely chose not to finish her sentence.
"Whatever Craig," Chris sighed, getting to her feet. "Dinner will be ready soon." She said, before walking out of the room with an indignant huff. Craig scowled after her, still irritated over her comments. He sighed heavily through his nose, as he turned back to his phone, his stomach in knots at the thought of another rejected call. But if he didn't try, then he would never be able to explain to Tweek.
"What was that about dear?" Craig could hear his mother in the hallway, obviously asking Chris on her way to his room. Clearly their argument had been loud enough that she had heard them even downstairs. Craig pressed call, stubbornly ignoring the churning in his gut.
"Craig's being an asshole." Chris said, and Craig raised his middle finger to her in response, even though he knew she couldn't see it. His drew his finger to his mouth, and worried his nail as the phone began to ring. "He's all bent out of shape because of this Tweek guy." Craig hates the derision in her voice, and he's tempted to go beat the crap out of her, when her phone starts to ring, and he decides against it. She only gets calls from her dad, and Craig really doesn't want to have to listen to the asshole down the line.
"Aren't you going to answer that?" Craig's mother asked, and Craig rolled his eyes. Chris always answered her phone. Unlike a certain blonde. He sighed when the call went straight to voicemail again and he hung up without leaving a message. He checked the time, and knew Tweek wouldn't have made it to Tweak Bros Coffee yet, if he was even working, so he immediately redialed.
"C'mon dude," he mumbled, gnawing his nail again. The ringing in his ears was like his worst nightmare; a physical barrier between himself and Tweek that he just couldn't ever seem to break past. Chris's phone burst with noise again, and Craig frowned in irritation, wishing the girl would just take her calls anywhere else.
"Wrong number." Chris said, and a second later her phone finally ceased its irritating noise. Craig swore, as his call was abruptly ended, meaning Tweek knew he was calling. Craig stuck out his lower lip, though he would never confess to the fact he was pouting, and hit redial. Perhaps the blond would finally realize that if he just answered, Craig could stop calling.
"Shit." Craig frowned when Chris swore, her phone chiming once more.
"Honey, what's the matter? Is someone bothering you? Do you want me to tell them to leave you alone?" Craig's mom asked, and Craig sat up and pulled his phone slightly away from his ear as he listened closer to the two in the hallway.
"Huh, no, no it's fine," Chris said, her phone going silent once more. Craig stood from his bed, suspicion falling heavily in his gut. He kept his movements slow and quiet as he walked to the doorway, peering carefully around the frame to see where the two were talking. Chris was pinned by Craig's mom, who still stood on the top stair, frowning worriedly at the girl. Craig glanced at his phone, and pressed redial, raising it close enough to his ear to hear if it rang.
When Chris's phone once more began to chime, Craig dropped his own. His stomach seemed to disappear entirely, an odd sickly feeling taking its place. His lungs seemed to have disappeared for a moment, until he realized he had just forgotten to breath. When he finally sucked in a shaky breath, it was as if he had just sucked in an entire fireball. A rage he had never felt blossomed in his chest, and he slammed his door open.
"What the fuck did you do?" He said, his voice cracking as he came to understand that all the pain he had gone through recently; had been caused by the one person he had thought he could trust implicitly. Chris jumped, shoving her phone in her back pocket as she spun around to face him.
"What do yo-"
"Don't even fucking try it Chris. You know, I know; cut the bullshit or I'm gonna beat it out of your fucking ass!" Craig stormed from his doorway, reaching to grab the girl by her arms, only to be caught by another arm himself.
"Craig Tucker, what on earth has gotten into you?!" His mom fumed, but Craig didn't even spare her a glance, his eyes locked on Chris as she fidgeted behind his mother.
"Ask her!" Craig fumed himself, his eyes darting to the pocket he had seen Chris hastily deposit her phone. "Ask her why when I call Tweek her phone rings! Ask her why the three fucking calls I just made all rang at exactly the same time as her phone, and why the last two were cut off; by her!" Craig couldn't tell if it was his heart that was pounding so loudly, the blood in his veins, or the fury in his blood. He also couldn't tell, if it was just the fear he could feel rolling off of Chris in waves.
"Chris, honey, what is Craig talking about?" His mom asked, her other hand on Chris's wrist.
"He's crazy!" Chris shouted, glaring at Craig with almost as much fury as he felt himself. "His stupid boyfriend doesn't want him and he's just taking it out on me because I told him so!"
"Christina!" Craig's mom cried, clearly shocked by the outburst. Chris jerked her head up at the sound of her full name, her eyebrows raising on surprise. "Just why would you say such a thing to him? You can see how upset he's been about Tweek lately, why would you be so cruel?"
"More to the fucking point, why does your phone ring when I call Tweek?!" Craig roared, struggling to escape his mothers hold. He managed to wriggle free enough that he could grasp Chris's wrist, using it to yank her against him just long enough to dig her phone from her back pocket before he shoved her away and shrugged entirely out of his mothers hold.
"Craig!" Chris screamed, snatching for her phone, only to be stopped by his mother between them. "Craig, that's personal! Give it back!"
"Fuck off." Craig said flatly, furiously swiping until he found the settings app. Once he was in, he looked into the phone details, and immediately felt sick. "That's Tweek's number..." He said, exiting the menu to open the call log. Three missed calls in the past five minutes, and countless others over the past weeks; all from Craig. Craig felt bile trying to claw its way up his throat, and his hands were shaking as he opened the messages. There they were, all the messages he had scrolled through on his own phone. All un-answered, not because Tweek was avoiding him, but because he had never got them. He exited his message thread, and saw right below it, another thread from what appeared to be an unknown number. Messages which asked, in increasingly broken manners, just why Craig was ignoring him. Craig's eyes widened, realization dawning. "Shit." He swore, dropping Chris's phone as he leaped over the stair rail and threw out the front door.
"You have got a lot of explaining to do young lady." Craig vaguely heard his mother's low hiss to Chris, but he was past caring about anything in that house right now. He needed to get to Tweek. He set off for Tweak Bros Coffee, figuring it had always been a day Tweek worked, so he was likely to be there. Of course, lately he had been told Tweek wasn't there, but he had always had the suspicion Tweek had asked his parents to say that. Because that is just what Tweek would do, if he thought Craig had been avoiding him.
Craig had never really enjoyed sport at School, he hadn't joined any teams because, in his opinion; they all sucked. He did not enjoy the burn in his throat as he ran as fast as his legs would allow, nor did he particularly enjoy the aching of his leg muscles as they strained to keep up with the vigorous pace he had established for himself. This did not stop him from wishing he could run faster. The thought of Tweek thinking the exact kind of thoughts that he himself had been thinking recently, completely tore Craig apart in ways he hadn't known was possible.
Walking to Tweak Bros Coffee from school took around twenty minutes, unless you were Tweek and had to detour twice to avoid the alleyway monsters, in which case it took closer to forty. Craig was hoping to catch Tweek just as he arrived, to catch him and explain everything all in one breath and beg the blond to understand; he hadn't known. He had let the insecurities niggle him, the thoughts of Tweek having grown apart from him torture him, and he had let Chris console him about how he didn't deserve to be treated in such a way. The anger he felt at looking back over his recent memories, allowed him to push some more speed into his legs.
He ran as fast as he could, legs aching with the unfamiliar motions. He saw Kenny McCormick coming out of an alleyway and barely had the chance to shout, "Move McCormick!" Before he was already passing the blond. He heard a vague comment thrown after him, an insult he was sure, but he didn't even spare the time or energy to flip Kenny off; though he made a mental note to do so later.
When he eventually skidded to a halt just down the road from Tweak Bros Coffee, he was out of breath and sweating heavily. He felt utterly disgusting, and though he really didn't want Tweek to see him in such a state, he also didn't want to wait another second without seeing the blond. He adjusted his hat self-consciously, smoothing his hair slightly from where it had jostled on his race over, and then jogged the rest of the way to the coffee shop.
"Craig!" The voice shouldn't have made him pause, but it did all the same. He felt the furious betrayal sting at his eyes and he spun around to glare accusingly at the dark haired girl who jogged hurriedly up behind him. "Craig, I-"
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Craig spat, sneering at the girl in disgust. "Don't you think you've done enough? Fuck off!" He snarled, flipping the girl off with both middle fingers before hastily barging his way into tho Coffee Shop.
"Craig, please!"
"Mr Tweak!" Craig called, ignoring the girl behind him. He walked up to the counter and placed his palms upon the top, peering up at the haphazard gaze of Tweek's father. "Mr Tweak, please, is Tweek here?" Craig asked, despising the fact that he was gushing in his haste to see the other boy. He had always managed to keep his emotions well contained in public, but it seemed his tight control had been shattered for the time being. "Please, please, I need to see him; it's urgent." Craig tried hard to calm himself down as he met the older man's calm but slightly dazed expression. His foot tapped relentlessly against the floor, the only sign of his agitation.
"Oh hello Craig, yes yes, Tweek just got here. He's out back." Mr Tweak finally seemed to recognize him, and smiled serenely as he walked around from the counter to lead Craig to the stock room. Craig's heart leaped in his chest, trying to claw its way out of his throat to get to Tweek it seemed. He followed Mr Tweak to the single door separating him from the blond boy he loved, and he wondered how best to show the boy how much this had hurt him too. To show the blond how much he trule cared for him. "Hmm, that's strange. Let me just get my keys." Mr Tweak said as he tried the door handle, only to find it locked, his voice turning faintly daydream-like in its confusion.
"Craig..." Chris whispered, her hand trying to lead him away from the door by his sleeve. Craig shrugged himself out of her grip, throwing her a glare which left her in no doubts of what should happen should she attempt to touch him again. "Craig, I'm sorry..."
"I'd say it's a little fucking late for sorry, Chris." Craig fumed, his middle finger permanently cocked in her direction.
"Craig, I didn't have a choice!" Chris pleaded, tentatively stepping closer to him. Craig scoffed and turned away from her as Mr Tweak returned with a full set of jangling keys. Craig frowned, wondering briefly why a building with only two doors needed such an excessive number of keys.
"Here we are then." Mr Tweak said calmly, gently inserting a key into the lock and turning it slowly. Craig rolled his eyes and tapped his foot against the floor, anxious, nervous and excited all at once. "Hmm, that's strange." Mr Tweak repeated, and Craig dashed into the stock room, unable to wait any longer. A loud bang drew his attention to the ceiling, and his eyes focused on the emergency exit hatch. He frowned, knowing Tweek hated heights, but unable to explain the otherwise empty stock room. He hurried to the ladder and tugged himself up tiredly, his legs still faintly pulsing from the overexertion of his hasty run to get here. As he grew close to the top, he attempted to raise the hatch, only to find it stuck from its fierce snap shut.
"Of for fuck sake..." Craig growled, shoving his shoulder up into the hatch. It did nothing the first time but make his shoulder sore, but by this point he felt he was literally out of fucks to give about it. He bit his lip and did it again, knocking the hatch slightly loose. He tried a third, a fourth and finally a fifth time; upon which he succeeded in throwing the hatch open and scrambling through. He searched the roof for any sign of Tweek and his heart sank when he came up with nothing. His eyes locked onto the fire escape ladder on the opposite side of the roof, and he ran in that direction, feeling in his gut that it was the only way Tweek could have gone. He caught sight of a wild blond mane of hair dashing down the street, away from Tweak Bros Coffee.
"Tweek!" He called desperately, but he doubted the blond could hear him. He hurried to swing his leg over the fire escape, only to be pulled back before he could put his weight onto the rung.
"Craig! You'll fucking fall you idiot!" Chris cried, her hands holding him back from hurrying down the ladder as Tweek had.
"Fuck off! You haven't done enough already?" Craig snarled venomously, furious she had stopped him from catching up to the blond. He shook himself free of her hold and spun to face her. "He's fucking running away! From me! Do you have any fucking idea what you've fucking done to him?!" Craig hated that he could feel wet marks on his cheeks, the burning sting in his eyes. He turned away and slammed his fist into the nearest air vent, hammering his fists against the hard metal until his fury began to ebb enough for him to think clearer.
"Craig I'm so sorry... but if you followed him down there you'd have gotten yourself killed. It's a miracle he made it down without being hurt!" Chris said, gesturing to the ladder angrily. Craig grudgingly turned to look, and saw that she did have a point. The ladder was alright at the top, but around halfway down it had pulled away from the wall, and the bottom was entirely curled upwards.
"He probably didn't even notice..." Craig sighed, searching with his eyes to try and find some sign of Tweek anywhere nearby. "He probably jumped from halfway." Craig felt the tiredness seep into his bones, a weariness he hadn't even thought his body would be capable of. He glanced over at the noirette, watching him with watery dark blue eyes. "You happy now? This what you wanted?" He couldn't help but ask bitterly.
"Craig..." She whispered, turning her face aside to avoid his accusatory glare. "I didn't have a choice."
"You had a choice." Craig said dejectedly, and Chris glanced back at his flat tone. "You chose that asshole."
"He's not an asshole." Chris snapped, her brows furrowing into a frown. "He's our dad." She narrowed her eyes at Craig's disgusted scoff and roll of the eyes.
"He might be your dad. He's nothing to do with me, my dad is Thomas Tucker." Craig said flatly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stared at her. "That asshole has no connection to me."
"Stop saying that! He's not an asshole! He's our dad and he misses you, he wanted me to make things right for you!" Chris cried, stomping her foot in her irritation.
"Make what right for me?" Craig retorted, brows creasing in confusion.
"This! Him!" Chris screamed, spreading her arms wide before she gestured in the direction Tweek had run. "This whole stupid thing with you and Tweek!" Craig scowled at her, but she continued despite the darkening expression on his face. "The town is fucked up on so many levels Craig! That's why he wanted to get us both out of here! But he couldn't because mom came home early, and you screamed. If it weren't for you screwing that up, none of this stupid fake relationship with Tweek would have happened!"
Craig turned away, looking towards Token's house. He barely remembered the events on the day his father had tried to leave town with both Craig and his twin sister, Christina, but it was something he was pleased about. He could barely remember the man at all, the only thing he honestly recalled was that he had black hair, and a mean temper when he drank. He only remembered that much because of his own hair, and because he could vaguely recall how his mother used to hide the two of them in the spare room and tell them not to unlock the door for anyone but her. Chris would happily sleep through the entire night, but Craig would lay awake and stare at the ceiling as he listened to his parents scream at each other.
"Maybe you're right." Craig said finally, his eyes on the horizon and his mind on Tweek and where the boy could have gone to. "But that wouldn't have stopped me from loving him." Chris looked like she was prepared to argue further, but Craig merely rolled his head to glare at her, and she shut her mouth quickly so he could continue. "I'm not gonna lie, it was kinda unexpected to be put together like that, but..." Craig bit his lip and turned back to staring at the horizon. "What does it matter? Sometimes the best relationships come from the unexpected beginnings, you know?"
"But you're not gay!" Chris almost screamed. Craig sighed and turned away from the edge of the coffee shop, walking until he was level with his sister, though not looking at her.
"Maybe I just hadn't realized what I was. Honestly, I never really thought about it before then. And once I was already with Tweek, I didn't need to. I was already happy. I mean, if you want me to prove that I love him then I can tell you all about the stuff I wanna do with him, to him, especially his ass... Tweek has a great ass..." Craig trailed off, lost in his thoughts for a moment. He started slightly as Chris made an odd choking noise, glancing at her briefly before he shrugged his shoulders and began walking back to the stock room ladder. "I guess if you and the asshole are just gonna have to live with the disappointment of me being homosexual; oh no, wait, better yet," Craig paused, looking back over his shoulder. "Tell the asshole I'm Tweek-Sexual."
"He'll disown you!" Chris cried, hurrying after him. Craig turned and stared at her with wide eyes. "He'll cut you off entirely..." She said, wringing her hands in front of her chest. Craig hesitated a moment, before he sighed heavily.
"Awesome." He said, the relief he felt obvious in both his voice, and the way his shoulders drooped. He laughed at the shocked confusion on his sisters face. "Why is it so hard for you to understand that I hate him? I don't want anything from him, but to be left the fuck alone."
"And what about me? Do you hate me too?" Chris asked, biting her lip.
"I didn't, before today." Craig snapped. Chris had the decency to drop her head in shame, and Craig sighed as he rolled his eyes. Girls were such effort to appease. "Look, I was thrilled when you showed up. I was, and I let this chasm grow between me and my boyfriend for you; so don't think I don't like, care about you, or something... but you chose that asshole over me. He can't handle the fact some kid he never bothered to come check on is gay? My dad, Thomas Tucker to you; he struggled too. He thought he couldn't accept it, but it only took him a day of me being miserable without Tweek, to try."
Chris shuffled her feet awkwardly, unable to look up and meet Craig's eyes. Craig sighed and looked at the darkening sky. "We should get home." He muttered, turning to the ladder and swinging himself over.
"Aren't you going to go look for Tweek..?" Chris asked, seeming hesitant to bring the blond up, though Craig didn't see the point in being so shy about it all by this point.
"There's no point. If Tweek doesn't want to be found, nobody will find him." Craig said as he descended, trying hard to pretend his voice didn't break at least twice. "The best I can do is ask everyone to keep an eye out for him and hope someone sees him. I guess other I'll just have to get to School early and ambush him." He glanced up to see Chris peering over the edge of the ladder, her long hair falling over her shoulders. "Why do you care?"
Chris flinched, and Craig almost felt bad, until he reminded himself that Tweek was currently outside, in the soon to be dark night, where any number of his monsters could get to him. He felt his throat tighten, wishing he could be there to hold the blond's hand. He shook his head and continued down the steps, his heart plummeting with every step he took. He only hoped that he could find Tweek in the morning, and that the blond would give him a chance to explain.
A/N:~ Haha! I know, not what you were hoping for, ne? Well honestly, me neither - I mean; this was supposed to be a one shot for Jiminy's sake! Then it was supposed to just be three chapters - then it was THIS chapter supposed to be the last -_-
This is not behaving :(
I hope this wasn't too disappointing though; I tried to get my best friend/unofficial beta to read it through for me but she's twelve hours behind me time wise so she's all like, sleepin and shit (how selfish? right?!) Anyway; I hope this was ok and you enjoyed! Please let me know what you think via the little review box at the bottom of the screen :D
x My love to you all x