Backstabber -creek-

-Chapter 4-

Craig's pov

After packing Stripe's bag leaving his cage and food to be packed for the last day. I went downstairs to cross out what said "Stripe" on the super fun list.

I checked my phone for any notifications I may have missed, since I keep my phone on silent to keep Clyde from spamming with the latest tinder memes. Something was off though. No memes, no texts, no calls. Which you would think was normal for a guy that gets called an asshole all the time, but it's not. At least normally I would receive at least some random message. Not that I'm complaining, usually Tweek texts about his two hour work day since we are still young teens. His mother doesn't want to make him waste his youth, so she only gives him a few hours because she still needs work in the shop.

"Craig honey, Tweek is at the door. Can you go bring him in, so he doesn't freeze to death." my mother explained "Why didn't you get it if you knew he's at the door." I say annoyed.

I quickly go over to the front door and open it to see a messy blonde standing anxiously on my steps.

"Hey Tweek" I say, forgetting what I did at his house the day before. "Craig, we need to talk." He said with worry in his voice.

Honestly hearing those words suck. In marriages that usually means your getting marriage counseling or getting handed divorce papers. Which obviously me and Tweek aren't married and never will be. Tweek makes me feel different though. I don't understand what the difference is yet to my normal self.

We decided to go and walk around South Park.

"So what did you want to say?" I ask with little to no concern heard in my voice. He looks up to me with his hazel eyes and says "Why do you hang out with me? We only started hanging out after our fight in elementary. Then kids started calling us a gay couple, because it's like those shitty 'enemies to lovers' troupe even though we aren't dating. I started getting bullied more, not as bad as butters has had it, but it sucks. I try to defend myself since I do have the strength. I mean I did beat your ass in 4th grade and nothing has changed."

He takes a brief moment to breathe since he rambled through that then continued."I'm just so confused. What are we? Obviously we are just friends right? Or is this something more I don't honestly know personally, because this scares me."

Tweek's pov

I just said what I thought which turned out to be rambling on about the topic, but at least I got something out this time. I wanted to run away from this situation I put myself in. I could die.

"Tweek I don't know what to tell you, but please don't be scared to talk to about it." I looked up to see a confused ravenette. "I messed up didn't I huh."

I don't have feelings for Craig. Right? My stupid over thinking brain just over complicates things. I don't like him like that. I'm not even gay. Craig is just a pretty looking guy. Like everyone else in my class. These are harmless thoughts to have about a friend, because I've always heard girls with their girlfriends say they were pretty and they weren't dating. It's a completely normal thought to have about your best friend. Or maybe I am gay. I don't know at the moment I'm only in eigth grade I can figure it out later.

"Oh sorry Craig got lost in thought again. But yeah we are just best friends just like Kyle and Stan. Yet we aren't as foolish as them." "Right those assholes dragged me in their shit one time and I ended up losing a hundred dollars from it. I can't believe myself for believing in them." Craig looked pissed thinking about that memory.

"Let's just move on from this alright." I said trying to change the subject as fast as light can travel.

We ended up near Stark's Pond, the hit place for couples to go.

My hands were becoming red from the coldness of the air. I tried breathing on them though it seemed pretty gross to do. Craig noticed this and grabbed my hand and stuck it in his jacket pocket in an attempt to warm it up. My hands started to not feel numb anymore as I could feel the warmth heat them up.

"So how's packing going?" "I got Stripe's stuff packed besides himself and his food because I can't let my child starve." He sounded like a protective mother at that moment. It was hilarious. The kid who is called an asshole and dick that people are afraid of being soft for his Guinea pig is adorable.

Craig had to leave soon and he said he'd update me on his packing to make his childhood home become as empty as grandma's cookie jar. I decided to stop by the shop. To see if my mom needed help on anything, due to my father being out of town to advertise our coffee brand.

At the shop

I opened the door to the entrance and was greeted by my mom. "Hello Sweetie, where have you been all day?" I could barely hear her over the coffee brewing, because it always makes a set of loud noises when it nears being done. "I was with Craig. We walked around town and talked about him moving." "That's nice of you sweetie for listening to him. He must be having a hard time himself for having to leave his friends behind."

"Is it going to be hard for you to move on from him?" I glanced up since I was mainly paying attention to the coffee machines to see if they would explode, because that would be bad. "What do you mean mom? I have Butters as a friend. It's not like I'm going to be lonely once he leaves." "No I know you have other friends, it's just Craig helps you with all your nerves, and it's gonna be hard on you. "

Does she think I can't do anything on my own. I mean sure he helps a lot with my panic attacks or just plain calming me down in a scary situation, but I delt with these issues even before he was in my life.

"It won't be hard on me, I can do shit on my own. I don't need anyone else. " I made a cup of coffee and went out of the shop to our house.

I needed a brain break. I used to do those weird breathing videos. The ones they showed in the 2nd grade, but they didn't really help. I just put on classical music on low volume. Drank some coffee and layed down for a nap to think and rest.

-To be continued-

I'll try to update the story at least once a week