idiots in love

~ 19 ~

"See? I told you it's nice up here." Isolated with Tweek, Craig looked out the window to peek at the on-going partying that has been happening for hours outside. A dim-lit room on the second floor hid Tweek and Craig away from the rest of the crowd. As noisy as the house was becoming, for some odd reason, this room didn't pick up much of its sound. It was nearly inaudible.

They were in one of the guest bedrooms. While Craig stood in front of the tall window and gazed down, Tweek lied on the soft mattress that sat on an elegant bed frame. The coffee lover clutched his backpack as if it was a stuffed bear.

If Tweek took a second to look around, he'd notice a small gift box sitting on a vanity that wasn't there before. He'd notice that the light switch was hiding behind a rack of coats. He'd even notice that the room's floor was all rug and would immediately take his shoes off and leave it beside the door. But he didn't. He was far too interested in the sight before him. The beaming lights that Token and Clyde hauled over to brighten Token's front lawn was seen even from up above. It shone on Tucker's features as if he were a shiny artifact. Alarmed by the bright light and sudden heart-facing he felt, he shielded his face with his backpack. "Yeah, it's pretty quiet." Tweek gave a muffled reply.

Tucker then directed his attention back at the spaz. Handsome grinning thrown at Tweek's direction like a frisbee in the air. "Well, now that we're alone..." Craig attempted to reach for the backpack. "Let me see what's inside!"

Dodging Craig's sneaky hands, Tweek jumped off the bed then hid his school bag from behind. Expressing intimidation always came easy for Tweek. When he's mad, he's mad. There was no point in hiding it. But throughout his friendship with Craig, the rage the two had for each other quickly developed into a friendly love. Tweek couldn't recall a time they recently fist-fought. So when Tucker didn't take his sternness seriously, Tweek wasn't surprised. "Is this why you brought me up here, man?!" As Craig slithered around his best friend to retrieve the bag, the spaz had the great idea of holding it up in the air. But damn his height. Although being only a few inches shorter than Craig, he was still able to reach up and snatch Tweek's belongings. In a slow panic, he began to freak out. "Dude, hold on!" Like tug-o-war, Tweek took one end of the bag and pulled on it. "Jesus Christ, I'll show you then!!"

Admitting defeat, Craig let go. "Who's the gift for, anyways?"

An unimpressed look was shot at Craig. Tweek never made any handmade gifts for anyone unless it was for Craig. Tucker should know that already.

Such a question wasn't worthy of a reply. So, Tweek unzipped his bag to pull out its contents. It was a medium sized box that was covered with stickers of all kind. Animal stickers, food stickers, holiday stickers, flower stickers, stickers of Van Gogh's art, princess stickers (from Clyde), stickers of Red Racer, stickers of famous brands and random stickers he got for $3 at a thrift store. It was covered top to bottom; no spot was missed. Taped on top of the box's lid was a card. The front cover being a sloppy mess of stars and planets. It wasn't a surprise as his hands were always so shaky except when playing piano.

What made him dumbfounded was the first thing he saw when opening it; a handmade blue beanie with a sewn-on detailed hamster patch. Tweek's heart must've been poured into this. The colorful band-aids that covered his fingers on some days started making sense. His iconic chullo hat was hastily removed to replace his cold head with his new gift. It was as if he was a kid again on Christmas; excitement pumping in his blood and eyes shimmering in delight. He was incredibly merry.

But his happiness didn't stop there. Beside the hat was a plastic-wrapped fluffy croissant. Knowing his best friend well, he must've received assistance from his parents. Tweek never learned how to do it on his own. Along with two blueberry muffins. This would make a great midnight snack.