The Way That Gravity Pulls (Creek FanFic)

Chapter 25: The Heart Wants What It Wants

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As I was sitting on the couch and watching Twilight, (I know, not surprising,) I heard a knock at the door, causing my heart to jerk and my head to whip around to look over at my mom, who had been tying her apron around her waist.

"Mom, someone knocked," I said quietly but loud enough so she could still hear me. "Um, can y-you answer it please?"

"I'm busy right now, I have to get ready for work. You'll just have to put that damn phone down and answer it yourself. No offense, but I don't think that Craig is going to call you anytime soon. Plus it's not doing you any good just moping around. Get up and move."

I looked down at my phone and clutched it firmly in my hands. I had kept it on me at all times just in case Craig were to finally text or call back. I was still ignoring anyone who wasn't him (except for Wendy.) I was trying to gather up the courage to try calling again, because like my mom had said, he obviously wasn't planning on calling me.

I sat my phone down on the coffee table in front of me and glanced over at the door.

"But what if it's someone I know?"

"Well you knew that girl from school yesterday and you still talked to her, so maybe she's just stopping by to chit chat again. Or maybe it's Jimmy and Clyde wanting to apologize for what they did to your window," my mom said as she applied her lipstick. "But, if you ask me, I think that you are the one who should be apologizing to them."

I gave her an offended look.

"Uhhh why should I apologize to them? I'm not the one who-..."

"And Tolkien. You should apologize to Tolkien."

Tolkien ? Why Tolkien? He hates me...

There was another knock at the door.

"Mom, please!" I pleaded, ignoring what she had just said. "Just answer the door for me."

"Now Tweek, you are 17 years old. You are highly capable of doing things yourself, and you need to start socializing again," she said sternly. "You can't just keep on shutting people out."

Still ignoring her lecture, I laid down, pulled the blankets up over my head and hid my face in between the couch cushions.

"No. I'm not ready y-yet..."

She went quiet as yet another knock drowned out the voices coming from the T.V. Even though I couldn't see her, I could hear her sigh before walking across the room, past the Christmas tree (which I had refused to help put up,) and over towards the door. It's weird to say, but I could tell that she was annoyed just by how loudly her heels clicked across the floor.

"You better hope it's not Thomas."

I closed my eyes and buried my face even farther down into the couch. My heart was slamming up against my chest. My mom opened the door, letting the cold from the outside fill up the room as I prayed mercilessly over and over for it to be anyone but Craig's dad.

"Why hello," my mom said with a friendly tone. "What are you two boys doing up so early? What can I help you with?"

Boys. Plural. It's not Wendy then. Jimmy and Clyde?

"Uh hey, uh...Mrs. Tweak," a raspy voice squeaked out shyly. "We were just wondering if Tweek-..."

"Is he home? He hasn't answered our messages, so we were hoping that maybe we could talk to him," another voice interrupted hopefully.

Wait...Kenny and Butters? What? Why the hell do they want to talk to me? Maybe I should start answering those messages from now on so people will stop showing up at my house.