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Craig paused the podcast for a second.
They'd been listening to this one for a while and every time he'd end up distracting himself and have to re-listen to it by himself, so that they could later make more theories about it that make sense. The thought of a question just popped up.
"Hey honey can I comb your hair? I think you'd look really cool with some different styles."
When he heard no response after a good while he looked around. Tweek had a hand holding his hair, almost pulling it, with a frown on his face. While looking at the ground. He's usually quick to say if he doesn't like something.
"It's fine if you don't want to, i just-"
"It's not that… ngggh" Tweek interrupted, his trembling and jerks starting to show. The frown deepening.
Yeah. Not in character at all. He's loud and panicked, not… quiet and sad.
"Hey honey what's wrong?"
"Mmmhh, so- you know how i keep pulling at my hair?" As if called to life a twitch of his head made him pull it. Almost like a demonstation." UGRH! Well now I have spots with no hair. I should've stopped but I still do it by accident and now you can't style shit." He leans his body forward pulling his head to the ground while mumbling, his hands threading through his mangled hair with difficulty. "This is so bullshit!"
Oh, so that makes sense, it's the hair that is the problem. Not something else.
"Can i see them?"
Instantly he leans back to look at Craig. " GAH- WHAT NO THEN I'LL LOOK STUPID AND YOU'LL HATE ME FOREV-" Trowing his hat at him helped. It shut him up very quickly as if stunned. Tweek quickly looked away.
"Ok… just- ngg- yeah ok, you can."
"Nice."
As he got up from the chair to go onto his bed, which Tweek always leaned on when in his room.
After putting back on his hat, he put his hands in the lemon-like hair. The contrast with his skin made him glare at nothing. When he started to push them up he was his boyfriend start to tense up. He decided to ignore it for now.
He swooped them up in a little ponytail and noticed several spots with less hair. First over an ear, then on his neck and then beside the other ear. There were minor ones in the back of his head but missing them was easy.
He put the hair up and looked at them. First the ones on the side. When he got to the back of his head he looked at it for a moment before giving it a soft little peck. Pulling away immediately and then putting his head on the other boy's shoulders.
He noticed the little chuckle that confirmed once again that every freak-out he had to hear was in every way tolerable to get to this.
"What are- ppff- what- Dude what are you- what are you doing?" The smile on his face could be heard, it made his heart melt away. He's so happy that he gets to be gay. Well, not really, it's horrible when he gets sad that Tweek gets sad, and it's frustrating. But the current happy expression that pulled on his own cheeks did not bother him at all.
"I'm healing your insecurities babe. And if i find out I'm not a magical fairy then you can just use my hat." He said still not looking up. Muffling his voice in the other shoulder.
"A fairy? Since when were you a fairy? Oh my god! Don't you dare try and teleport me into australia!"
"I have a sister. I was joking Tweek." Said with a deadpan voice gave away the effect but he was slightly curios why a fairy would teleport him to australia, maybe he's talking from experience… or maybe YouTube gave him another conspiracy theory.
"Ah. Yeah, that- that adds up. And thanks." He was moved away which he thought meant to get up, so he began to pull his body back when two cold hands cupped his cheeks which quickly began rosing, then Tweek connected his lips right under his eye, pulling back quickly after.
"I think that the girls were wrong when making that list. You should've been number one." After that he got a smile that was like the sun itself, it blessed the earth along with the statement. Like the room suddenly lit up. He got down the bed and buried his body, giving the other an hug. Not sure if to reassure himself or to bury his face away.
"On what? The ugliest boys list?" He said it as a joke knowing tweek would never say that, snickering at the thought.
"WHAT?!" screeched in his ear making him jump a bit. "Nghh- nono, i meant thecutestboys one." He felt his face heat up a little, instantly forgetting about the scream.
"You make me soooo happy."
He felt his hug being reciprocated with a stronger grip. The point under his eye still felt warm, he smiled a little at the difference between now and when the town got them together.
They stayed in silence for a while, simply hugging each other. Until Craig pulled back and he looked at Tweek ready to say the first thing in mind but his boyfriend beat him to it.
"That was pretty gay, man." With a trouble-chasing grin on his face.
"Yeah it was." He said, mirroring the grin. Like that he took his hat and put it on the blonde in front of him. Adjusting it for a while before being satisfied. "But, I bet it'll be even more gay when people see you going around with my chullo."
He was very satisfied actually. "Super Craig saves the day once again."
He got a joking punch to the arm. He was still too embarrassed to tell Tweek that it kinda stings whenever he does it. "Super gay you mean, and I don't want your lice in my head, it's like, worse than kissing on the lips." But he made no moves on removing the hat.
"But some of the fanart makes kissing look nice."
"Dude! Don't look at what people make of us! Remember the first day with all of those… things…" he shuttered at the memory. "and they always made me the girl too, I'm not a girl Craig! It'd be so much pressure to be a girl! Nnngg- I'm notagirlthough! I'm a boy and I'm gayforyou! I don't get why they do that! They are fucked up! Do you think if i accuse them to be hopomobic they'd stop?"
Someone has to be the girl though, the first ones were really bad to be fair, but then the asians girls started to make cooler art.
"That could probably work. And back to the fanart, I said some, not all. Mostly tumblr fanart, like how on tumblr there's always the best of every fandom in existence, Twitter is the fucked up one." He put his arms around Tweek once more. Playing with his hair randomly through the explanation. "Plus they always make me the, and i quote alpha bad boy whose always abusing you, but I'd never do that." He rolled his eyes at the thought. "No one fucking knows us."
"Yeah man, I think if i find out you're a psycho I'd be in alaska before you can even try doing strange shit, plus pc principal talks are ingrained in my brain, or at least the parts i couldn't suppress, which are most, i did not like them." His boyfriend shivered more when saying that last part, he's always so expressive.
"I wanted to kill you during those." He hummed relaxing into the other before remembering how Tweek likes to do things, he doesn't like doing nothing. A couple of seconds passed before he pulled back. "Oh sorry. I'm- gonna get you some paper so you can do something." But before he could get up his arm was pulled down and he was once again on Tweek.
He got squeezed for a few seconds before getting released.
"Ok now yeah."
Craig felt dazed for a second before pulling himself back together and going to retrieve some papers. And some old crayons he got as a gift that were kept in a drawer. Before getting back pressing the space bar on his pc, making the podcast revive itself, even if no words registered.
"There you go, show me what's going on in there." Pointing between the light coloured eyebrows.
"Cool." He was starting to shake a little more. "I'd offer for you to show me what's in your mind, but there's gonna be just Stripe." He took out all the colours from their perspective boxes. He winced as they all littered the wooden floor, he'd have to reorganize them too again, which won't be a problem but he noticed it anyway.
"With the Stripes there's you and a little altar for my sci-fi books."
A snicker was audible with only the scratches of the crayon to try and shuffle it. He glared at the other. "I'm honored to be placed so highly in your scale of things and people, you are my favorite person so i guess we're-" he stopped his hand for a second and looked up when hearing a little gasp from the other.
"I am your favorite person." A little smile was barely concealed on his face.
"Naaahh, pfff why would you think that? Not like we're always together, my favorite person is Kenny." Crayons were flowing on the paper as if he knew what he was doing. But it didn't matter, because he did not.
"The poor bastard still owes me 25 dollars. And he is not your favorite person. If you said Wendy maybe I'd believe you." They're often together, she made it her mission to be Tweeks best friend and to drag him outside when he is trapped in the shop doing chores. Now though, he is not jealous cause Wendy's a raging lesbian in denial, needs one to recognize another. He gets to play his favorite video games with his friends, but the absence of Tweek is always noticeable on those times he kinda misses him.
A laugh caught him off. "What?! Dude, if anyone, Wendy is not there, she is trying so hard to be my girl best friend cause I'm gay, and she's trying to make me do strange girls things and eugh. But, Bebe is pretty nice, she treats me differently too but she's not as obsessed as Wendy to make me trying to fit in with them, she is just asks a lot of questions about some things and sometimes she asks to go out. Contrary to Wendy that kidnaps me. And that girl slips fanart of us in my bag when I'm not looking, she is-" He was really happy to listen to Tweek while doing his own things to be honest, is even nicer since the boy is calm and not sputtering every thought he has. He'd just nod and keep looking at his drawing, something seeing his concentrated face with it becomes chaos of colour.
"Oh! Wait do you want me to give the art to you? It should still be in my bag at home."
"I mean, it would be pretty dope to burn it. The asians girls still make weird shit, they even make some of Stan and Kyle, Bebe and Wendy, and ughh, cartman and kyle even, uhhh, Butters and everyone in existance, Clyde with everyone too but mostly with Token andd, yeah that's only at the top of my head."
When he reopened his eyes which he's unsure when they got closed, he saw the hands of the other still, unmoving. And when he looked up, his face was pretty confused.
"But… Bebe and Clyde are dating…"
"Yep." He said popping the p at the end. The cogs circling in Tweeks head were very obvious. After a while he just shrugged and went back to colouring.
They stayed a good twenty seconds in silence, with just the sounds of scribbling crayons before Tweek spoke up again.
"Man fuck you for watching me and for putting that in my brain, now the only thing i can imagine are Clyde and Token, and Bebe and Wendy." he pointed at a figure of two pairs of stickmans who were clearly the people mentioned.
"If my price are my ears popping from the screams, yours is your mental health declining and dealing with this bullshit." He saw in live when the blonde stopped and looked at him for five seconds (yes, he counted).
"I mean, fair enough I guess."
He put all his strength in his arms to fling himself up the bed without getting up. In which he succeded. He's very proud even if his face is very neutral.
"Craig i think i could pull you up if i wanted to." Boy in question looked over with an eyebrow raised.
When Tweek finally catched his expression he responded. "Yeah cause- i do boxing and i take around boxes at the shop, and i actually have to move my drawer more than expected… So I think I'd be able to lift you up. But i won't try cause in case im wrong i don't want us to die." Ah ramblings, love 'hem when they're not said through scream of terror.
"Maybe you could." He does do some pretty cool shit and moves boxes a lot, Craig too does his fair share of sport now, only cause Clyde does too and their parents signed them up together, but still, he moves around. And when they fought Craig was able to just launch Tweek around but more than a year did pass by that time.
He started closing his eyes as the sound of a scratchy voice reverberated through the room.
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"-raig?"
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"Craig!?"
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"Ngggh- Craig are you ok? Do you feel any pain in your sto- no, eeck- anywhere?" He lazily flopped around and opened his eyes. The voice was going pretty fast.
He saw his frie- ah no, boyfriend with a worried expression. Still not moving he talked with his voice in part muffled by the pillow. "Honey what's wrong? Why are you scared?" He was all trembly, which was not a good sign.
"Nngg- are you ok?!"
"Uhhh, yeah i'm fine." Then confusion set in. "Why?"
"Oh man, ugghh, I'm so glad you're ok, you didn't respond to me and then i find you with your eyes closed and then i think whatifsomeonewassentto ASSASSINATE YOU andthats why you're like this andthen ikinda-"
A hand on his shoulder made him flinch but made him shut up and look up too. "Honey, I'm fine, calm down first." he rubbed his eye a little with his other hand.
"No yeah, iknoeyoureok. You're talking but you usually aren't sleepy in the afternoon. Have you been sleeping alright?? Or- oh god- did I infect you with my notgoingtosleepthing? Oh jesus. Is it transmittable? Oh god if you die then I'd have to find someone else to be gay with and we'd have to go along and- jesus, it'dbeterrible! Idon'twantto be gay with someoneelse, HGAH!" Ok a lot to unpack there for another time. The boy is even yanking the edge of his clothes as if choking himself would work. He was murmoring things and sometimes screaming a word.
He got in a sitting position with the blankets still on his crossed legs. "Tweek come here." He said making grabby hands to get the point across.
The boy in question gritted his teeth, making them clench along with tensing his whole body. "No! Then I'll infect you more! I- gggh- i have to go!"
And then the room fell into a deep silence when the door closed with force.
He groaned, plopping down on the bed making it squish.
He looked at his ceiling full of glow in the dark stars. Now fucking what? Do i just follow him at his house?
…
Fuck that may actually work.
He looked around the room for a pair of socks, he fucking hates socks, socks are the worst. He still doesn't understand why people couldn't just make comfortable shoes so then there would be no need for socks and all that material wouldn't be wasted, so all the big corporation wouldn't make money. It's probably that though, brainwashing people into- yeah. Tweek rubbed off on him. Yeah that blonde isn't gonna run away like that.
This whole thing is just cause he was relaxing and he wanted to do something cool, god kill him now if who's up there has mercy.
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When he reached the door he still wasn't striken down. Guess he has to go then.
"Mom, I'm going to Tweeks house!" He half screamed, for once listening to his monotone voice.
"Ok Craig! Remember your mittens this time!" He gave the direction of the voice a middle finger and shut the door, his bare hands touching the shitty cartboard they use for everything. Ah america, gotta love the guns and how cheap they are.
He looks left and right one time and then sprints to the other side of the road. Tweeks house is five minutes away, seven if we wanna get fancy.