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Rapid footsteps on the concrete could be heard, it was faint, due to the people chattering around the area but Craig had memorized the sound of the velcro shoes roughly hitting the pavement and the sound of a scratchy voice heaving and panting, matching up with the aggressive footprints.
They came to a stop in front of him, and the heavy panting was all Craig could hear. He looked up from his phone as he brought the device down, already having caught a glimpse of the blond messy hair that presented in front of him.
“Hi, Tweek.” Craig greeted, not minding the finger Tweek had put up to his face and allowing the other boy to regain a regular breathing pattern. It only took a minute or two before Tweek huffed one last breath and then stood up, the hands that were on his knees moving to his chest. “Woo, I-I… hah, I made it.” He said, relived.
Tweek had began to speak but Craig couldn’t focus on the words that came out of his mouth, instead, all his attention was on the red, wrinkled, sweater that Tweek had on. Craig reached his hand out to grab a fistful of it, examining it and feeling the sensation of the soft wool on his fingertips. “Gah! Craig!? Are you okay!?” Tweek asked, jerking his head to the side causing him to wink unintentionally. Craig blushed lightly, getting pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Tweeks voice.
“Uh… Yeah. Sorry, you’re just—wearing red.” Craig stated and Tweek looked down at his sweater, which Craig had let go of to start playing with the flaps of his hat. “Oh! Ngh—Yeah, all my shirts were dirty and this was just—the first thing I—mgh—grabbed, does it look bad?” Tweek asked, worriedly. His worries subsiding when Craig shook his head in reply.
“I really like red.” Was all Craig said as an explanation for his answer. Tweeks face flushed, he brought his hands up to his cheeks, hoping that his cold hands would cool down his hot face, but it was no use. So instead, he occupied his hand with something more enjoyable, Craig’s hand. Craig looked up at Tweek, he wasn’t smiling but Tweek felt like he was, under the blank expression he presented.
Tweek smiled shyly, squeezing Craigs hand and his smile widening when Craig squeezed it back as he looked away. “Let’s go to class. We don’t—mgh—wanna be late.” Tweek suggested, he started walking and his shy smile turned more confident when Craig wasted no time to match his steps with Tweeks. Craig nodded in reply, not being able to find any words in his throat, he just stayed quiet and hoped that him walking closer to Tweek showed how flustered he was feeling.
Because even though it’s embarrassing to admit when you’re flustered or embarrassed, Craig promised Tweek that he’d try to be more expressive and this seemed to make Tweek happy because when they reached their class, Tweek stopped him and pecked his cheek gentley.
Craig’s favorite color was red and Tweek already knew that he’d just never admit it. That would only spoil the moment of his plan succeeding.