Backstabber -creek-

-Chapter 6-

Tweek's Pov

My family gets out of our car, and we start walking inside. My mom asked the waitress if there was a family waiting for us. She nods and takes us to a table near the back of the restaurant.

I was feeling sick to my stomach at that point. I don't know why I felt so worried? Anxious? Nauseous? Was it because this would be one of the last times I see Craig and his family, or was it because I was starting to like Craig in a like like way. I obviously don't know my feelings for him right now. I would have to immediately rid myself of those feelings, since Craig is straight and his family is homophobic. I won't be able to shake those feelings off so easily though.

My thoughts get interrupted by almost walking straight into a chair. With my dad tugging my arm to pull me away from an almost fatal incident. I sat between Craig and an empty seat. With Tricia sitting next to Craig and her mom. 

There was small talk going on with the adults. Tricia argued with the waitress over the nice lady giving her some crayons. The waitress was just doing her job and Tricia was complaining that she doesn't need to be treated like a stupid baby. Yet, her mom made her take them and apologize to the waitress. She hesitantly apologized to her. Her dad lectured her on the importance of respecting others. Something that whole family needs work on in my opinion.

"Tweek, how's your love life going?" Craig's dad asked me with hope in his eyes. "Sir I am only in middle school. I have no love life." I say in a uninterested tone. "There's gotta be a girl that sparks in your eyes."

The only girl that sparks is Wendy, because she uses literal metal tools to craft some big projects for her glitter jury thing her friends got going on. I only found out about that from Stan mentioning it. After he checked to make sure Kyle wasn't at the bottom of the list.

"No, almost every girl in our grade either has a crush or a boyfriend." I answered happily. He looked at me in the eyes with a hint of rage which I didn't know why he was mad at that answer. I look at Craig hoping he would like do something to change the subject. Thankfully he understood what I was trying to hint towards.

"Well Stripe needs a new hat, since he acidentally chewed his old one." He said in his normal monotone voice. "Why does your stupid Guinea pig need that much clothing and fashion. You don't put effort into what you wear, but you do for a rat." Trica stated. "He is not a fucking rat!" "Craig Tucker do not fucking yell in a restaurant!" People in the restaurant started staring at the commotion going on at my table. I was starting to feel a bit anxious. Everyone and their eyes staring, judging, it could've been directed at me. Craig noticed and flipped off people that were looking concerninly at us.

"Thi-This is too much pressure!" I quietly scream. I grab the crayon and started scribbling on the paper. Burnishing at that point. Sometimes doing this helps me calm my brain from thinking too fast.

"Sweetie, are you doing okay?" My mom looks over at me. "Uh yeah yeah I'm fine." saying the one thing everyone has lied about in their life. "Do not lie to me mister." I knew my mom has caught on to me lying to her about this sort of thing for awhile. In my case I've always kinda worried myself sick over small things and just people in general.

We got our food that we ordered before the mention of Stripe came."Daddy why are we moving?" "Oh, pumpkin my job just has better offers somewhere else. We will make a big difference in money than here." He coughs and says something about Craig and liking someone. Which I thought was weird, because Craig doesn't strike me as one to like anyone. He did think some of them looked hot at some point, but he was in a phase of women a few months back.

"Thomas what were you saying about Craig?" My dad asked out of pure curiosity. "That's none of your business I'm sorry, but he's my kid not yours." "Woah no need to get offended." My dad tried to sound as calm, but he was obviously failing. "It's due to your fucking freak kid." I laughed at that. It's something I'm used to it'll never offend me anymore. "What did my son ever do to your kid?!" My dad questioned his voice getting louder with each word. What his dad said next made me want to puke my brains out. "Your son made Craig feel things for once. The thing I made him not have. I knew his emotions would take over him if I didn't stop it. So I didn't let him have them. I never gave him true love, because people don't need to feel love. They earn it by hardships and broken hearts. Not by some teen romance."

I didn't know how to react. I just so happened to have a breadstick in my hand. Something took over me and I threw it in his face. Pure fear could be found on my face. I was horrified on what I just caused. I quickly ran out of my seat. I heard Craig's dad say "You fucker get back here, because you ruined this nice lovely dining experience for us all with your shit."

I ran to the bathroom and went into the stall and locked the door. I started hyperventilating about how I'm never going to see Craig, since his dad officially hates me even more now.

I heard a rushed person come into the bathroom. Then this person in question started beating on the stall door. I was so scared that it was Craig's dad until I heard Craig's voice. "Honey, you need to get out of the stall. He won't hurt you, he would have to get through me and Stripe first before he lays a finger on you." He sounded serious which doesn't happen often, so I trusted him. I unlock the door slowly, due to not knowing if someone was tricking me with Craig's voice. Thankfully I see a ravenette, but without his hat. Which was being held onto by the strings. "Tweek I'll promise you this. I will always be there for you even if I'm not physically in contact with you. It won't be the same, yet I know your issues of anxiety and being bullied by Cartman. He's a fucking ass." I giggled at that then he continued. "I know this is a awkward place to say this, but I like you. Yes I know you are going to say 'well your just a boring person and you don't ever act happy', but I am very happy with you and I know anyone would want to have you. That means you don't have to like me back." "What the fuck is that. You think anyone could like me that's funny. Me a spaz and coffee and worried freak. I practically could make coffee with my eyes closed. I think anyone else would be lovely with you, your handsome and can get any lady you want." "Tweek, you don't understand, I don't care about anyone else but you. I mean Stripe is my top priority, but you are my second priority. You make me feel something I've never felt. I feel alive with you." I feel happy tears start coming from my eyes. Until I look and see people start rushing in the bathroom. I realized this wasn't a ideal place for this topic.

"Well Tweek, we will discuss this later. I'll see you at school babe." "Y-You didn't jus-just call me babe. We aren't even dating." "So? Making you flustered seems to calm you down pretty easily." He says as he sassily walked out of a Olive Garden bathroom.

This last week is going to be one of the hardest ones ever lived by me, since Craig is leaving when he just admitted his feelings.

~To be Continued~

The flashback part of the story is finally nearing a end, so hopefully I can destroy this fluff with some angst.