"Boyfrenemies" Vol. 2

twenty

CRAIG'S POV

"for the hundredth time i swear i'm fine. i just don't feel like talking i'm exhausted," i say feeling like a broken record staring at red and token's faces who don't look convinced through my laptop screen.

it was token's suggestion, which i thought was harmless considering he just asked to play minecraft with red on discord, which soon turned into an intervention of what i'm feeling.

"and i don't believe you jesus craig you were crying in my arms last night until you blacked out," red says.

"ever heard of being, i don't know, drunk?" i challenge.

"you may have been shitfaced drunk but those were real feelings you poured out. don't be dense," she fires right back making me roll my eyes.

there was a moment of awkward silence before token decided to break it, "craig, i know you're hurt we just want to help you—"

"i'm not hurt," i say bluntly, "i'm over it and moving on with my life. i couldn't care less about tweek since he wouldn't give me the time of day to explain myself  like be my fucking guest."

"you and tweek love each other—"

"loved. loved each other. past tense," i correct.

token just sighs before saying, "it's okay to be hurt and show emotions...i know your dad has wired into about how showing emotions and being vulnerable makes you less of a man but i just want you to know that it's not true. whenever you get in touch with your actual feelings about this, tell us. i don't want you to put yourself through this...you can go into a really dark place and we just want to be here for you to bring you into the light."

my throat begins to tighten up and i can feel the tears starting to swell.

i wanted to cry.

but i won't, i won't allow myself to.

not over someone who doesn't love me anymore.

i quickly blink them away, "yeah. listen it's late and we have school tomorrow so i'm just gonna go to bed."

"yeah," red says stretching her arms, "get a good night's rest — both of you. that means actually going to sleep and not staying up after this call for hours playing fucking games."

"you're taking token's place as 'mom' these days red," i say having both token and red laughing.

the call ends after that and i look at the time, it's 12:32 a.m. and i'm still wide awake considering i woke up fucking seven hours ago.

"fuck," i tell myself, "i truly fucked up my sleep schedule."

so naturally i did what red told me not to do, i stayed up playing video games for hours.

around 3 a.m. i decide to check my phone after what seemed like forever ago and opened up instagram.

my heart immediately drops seeing the little sunset colored ring around tweek's instagram profile on the top of the page indicating he uploaded on his story.

my hands started to feel sweaty as i got tons of instagram dms by people in our grade all saying things along the lines of "what" or "????" "wtf happened?"

"fuck," i say just staring at the home page, too afraid to move my fingers to simply tap the button of the story.

what if it's tweek airing out our business saying how we broke up?

yeah that's probably what it is, just him putting me on blast making me look like some sort of ass.

whatever, i'm used to that.