The Way That Gravity Pulls (Creek FanFic)

Chapter 5: Not Boyfriends

I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep. I mean, how could I?

What the fuck did I even manage to do? 1) I walked out on my mom to go see Craig. 2) I helped Craig steal eggs and a fucking shopping cart. 3) Craig and I egged houses and we got caught. 4) I pissed myself in front of Craig. 5) Craig stole a slushy for me, which resulted in me spilling it all over him and ruining his mom's brand new car. 6) Craig kissed me.

This is so fucked. All of it. But god it was so worth it. I still can't understand one thing though. Why did he kiss me? I mean, I'm supposed to be the one who has a hopeless crush on him, right? I'm in love with him, not the other way around.  He's straight, I swear on everything he is. He has to be.

But then I remembered what my mom had said.

"A straight boy doesn't look at another boy like that."

No mom. A straight boy doesn't kiss another boy like that. A straight boy doesn't kiss another boy at all.

Not once had I ever been confused about my sexuality, but here I was questioning someone else's.
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As I was getting ready to walk out the door and head to the bus stop, Tolkien texted me.

Tolkien: Picking up the guys. You want a lift to school too?

Why is he even texting me? I mean, now? He didn't even check up on me when dad died.

me: Yeah, sounds cool.

Tolkien: Be there in about 5 minutes.

me: Okay, thanks.

5 minutes.

I had 5 minutes to go try and set things right with my mom. I felt as if I wouldn't be surprised if she had hated me. First I acted disrespectful at the funeral, then I wasn't doing my job right, and then I was out running the streets until 3 in the morning. This really wasn't like me. I really needed to apologize.

I set my backpack down along with my coffee mug and walked upstairs to my mom and dad's room. I wasn't quite sure she'd be in there, but she wasn't anywhere downstairs. The door to their room was shut. I put my hand up to knock, but then I froze.

I can't do it.

Yes you can.

No I can't.

You only have 5 minutes. You don't wanna wait until after school do you? She'll be too tired to talk then.

I closed my eyes and knocked lightly on the wooden door.

"Hey, uh mom? You in there? It's me, Tweek."

She knows who you are dumb ass.

I didn't hear an answer, so I knocked again, this time being louder.

"Mom, if you're in there, please let me come in."

I heard some movement over on the other side of the door; a panic like shuffling. She was definitely in there.

"Uh, go ahead and come in hun."

I swallowed hard before walking in and closing the door behind me. The room was dark, for the only source of light was a small lit candle on a nightstand. There was only one window and it was closed shut with heavy curtains draped over it. Man was it depressing. My mom was sitting on the right side of the bed: her side. It was neat and made up like always, for she could never go somewhere without fixing it up first. She had to make sure it always looked perfect. The left side on the other hand, was all messy. The pillows were sideways and wrinkled, and the sheets were all sprawled out. This side was dad's side. He almost never made the bed, and when he did, it never looked right so mom would pitch a fit over it and just make it herself.