Best Friends || Tweek x Craig || Creek

Mission: Sleepover || Part 3

CRAIG TUCKER POV
I looked toward Clyde sighing. Me and Tweek walked out with him. We all hopped into the Taxi he called. Tweek was in the middle of the seats since he was kinda.. small. I mean he was 5 feet tall and weighed like 72 lbs. Clyde was really self conscious of his weight but proud that he was 5'9. Token was 6 feet, Jimmy was 5'6, Timmy was 5'2 and I was 6'4. I was probably one of the tallest in the school. I looked toward them. Clyde was ranting to Tweek about his girlfriend. Tweek was just smiling, shaky like usual. Tweek was fidgeting with his fingers. We managed to reach Tokens pretty quickly. We walked out of the car. Token opened the door, explaining Jimmy was already inside, and Timmy had something come up. Tokens house was bigger than all of our houses. Most of our homes were cookie cutters, only difference being furnishing inside and colours. But Token had well.. a mansion. Token guided us to his bedroom, it was pretty large. "I have some board games if you guys wanna play something." Token said. I just nodded along with Tweek. We all seemed pretty cool with whatever. Token stood going to his shelf to choose a game. Tweek was to my left, with Clyde next to him. I had Tokens seating place to my right and Jimmy next to Token. Token walked over, he had chosen Monopoly.

TIME SKIP, CRAIG TUCKER POV
We finished the game. Tweek was the super nice one in the game who got sad when people lost money and would trade for what he knew was a bad deal. Token was really logical, Clyde made a bunch of dumb decisions and spent all his money, Jimmy was just pretty average in his play style. And I targeted everyone. Tweek had somehow managed to win, to everyones disbeliefs. He ended up apologizing for winning, it was cute. We decided to just chill out, there was a movie on his flatscreen tv but we weren't to focused in. I noticed that Clyde and Token were chatting. Jimmy was writing something on a piece of paper. And Tweek was sitting alone in a corner. I walked over sitting with Tweek, I startled him a bit apparently making him jump. He just waved shakily. Clyde and Token were sitting fairly close. Tweek had a thermos in his hands he was drinking from nervously. "Coffee?" I asked knowing the answer. He nodded looking at me. "You shouldn't drink that stuff Tweeky" I told him. It bothered me that he drank so much of that stuff. Especially since recently me and Clyde found out it was laced with meth. We told Token, Jimmy and Timmy but not Tweek. It made me upset when he drank it. "I-It helps me with my anx-anxiety" Tweek replied shakily, I just shook my head. "I just want you to chill with how much you drink of that" I told him. Less isn't none but it isn't an overdose. I felt sick thinking of his parents, they neglect him, kick him out and drug him. Assholes... "O..Okay" he said setting the thermos in his bag. He suddenly gripped his hair, tugging it. He seemed panicked. He would have really sudden reactions like that, panic attacks. "Tweekers, catch!" I heard Clyde say, he tossed a ball to him. Tweek barely caught it. It was one of those stress balls or something. "It helps with anxiety, I got it for you" Clyde smiled at him. "Th-Thank you.." Tweek said happily. Tweek messed with it rather than his hair, which made me feel a bit better about things. Token handed out sleeping bags. God rich people were confusing. Tweek set his up in the corner. It was weird to me, Tweek sort of had trouble being alone but kept himself away from people. Just, not close or far. 5 feet away always. I decided to place mine next to Tweeks, with a bit of space in between of course. Clyde placed his somewhat near, I had a feeling it was so he could help if Tweek panicked at night. Token and Jimmy placed theirs near Clyde. It was around 10 so everyone was pretty tired. It was luckily a weekend. We all planned to stay up a bit longer. For some stupid reason everyone agreed to telling scary stories. "Our homework is a ghost story, because its killing me" I said sarcastically rolling my eyes. "Cmon! Craig take this seriously!" Clyde pleaded. I shook my head, making Tweek laugh. Clyde took initiative and decided to tell the next story. It was a sorta long story. About someone trapped in a house with a ghost. To me it was stupid but I noticed Tweek looked like he was freaking out. It finished eventually, with some stupid sappy ending. Token began telling a story himself. It sounded like it came from a couple centuries ago. Shakespearian and stuff. Fancy words that no normal person would use every day. Tokens story was more suspenseful. It seemed to survive off the feeling something was coning. It ended, nothing having happened by the end. Just a bunch of suspense. "C..Can I tell o-one?" Tweek asked. It was a surprising question, I didn't expect him to want to. Clyde nodded making Tweek smile. But the blonde boys expression went serious. He took a deep breath. The story was built off metaphors. But it was talking about a voice in the persons head. The last few sentences sent chills down my spine. "There is no escape, you can't escape the voice. The voice escapes you" were the final sentences. But more stuttered and Tweek like. But the story still had impact despite his troubles speaking. It was a really interesting story to listen to despite being short. We all talked for another like 10 minutes before deciding to sleep. I laid down, shutting my eyes. Clyde fell asleep instantly, it didn't take Jim or Token long either. I noticed Tweek shaking, seemingly having trouble sleeping. "Are you scared?" I asked in my monotone voice. He just nodded. I suddenly pulled him close into a hug, holding him in my arms. This is what Clyde would do is what I was thinking. Tweek seemed startled, but eventually cuddled up to me. I messed with his hair a bit, until he fell asleep in my arms. I considered placing him back to his sleeping bag. But I didn't want to let go. Plus what if he had a bad dream? So I eventually drifted off with the smaller sleeping blonde boy in my arms.