𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

Chapter Five

Ah, another thing you awesome readers should know is that I'm a horrible person. I'm a rabid perfectionist. So… Just saying… I might have rewritten previous chapters. New paragraphs might be in them or subtle changes in grammar, spelling, phrasing, or plot. It's never drastic so you won't have to worry much, but if you want, you can reread them to catch any missing details. For instance, some of the fluff scenes Craig and Tweek shared might be revised to make it more realistic, because sometimes I would feel I was overdramatizing the romance like a soap opera.

Craig draws back slowly from the fierce "kiss", the passionate one that Tweek had set off only minutes before. A thin line of saliva connects the two afterward. Tweek's face blushes a rosy hue whilst his mouth remains half open and heaving. At the corner of his mouth, small amounts of saliva gather. He nervously wipes at it with his sleeve while Craig stares resignedly.

However, it's not what it implies. Tweek's feat of bravery did not go without consequence. His abrupt kiss with Craig was actually a violent clashing of teeth and bruised lips at the misjudged impact. Craig cracks his neck in the silence whilst Tweek clears his throat.

After a long pause, Craig sighs. "What the hell was that about?" He sounds slightly angry, but not enough to break composure. He traces his lips. Whenever I hang out with this guy, I'm always getting hurt for some reason.

"Fuck. I d-don't know. Sorry." Tweek looks away with an embarrassed smile. He had to suppress a laugh on how stupid he felt at the moment. Tweek's eyes are half-lidded and his chest is heaving while he tugs slightly at the unresponsive Craig. He looked unfazed as always, and that yanked at Tweek's heartstrings. Well… That kiss was an Epic Fail. "Uh… I – uh… Jesus…" No comprehensible phrase is formed out of his stutters.

"…" Craig doesn't add anything, merely staring on absentmindedly. He raises his hands and rests them on Tweek's chest.

Tweek nearly bit down his tongue at the sudden contact. Craig's hands did not budge from their spot. The blonde was nearly bursting at his seams, waiting expectantly for the next move.

"I never noticed your buttons were crooked." He mutters airily. He slides a tongue over his lips, Tweek, however, was not the perceptive Wendy, and does not link emotion to the reflex.

"…" Tweek sits by quietly while Craig unfastens his dress shirt, careful not to brush past the other's sensitive skin. A bare midriff is exposed and Craig impulsively slides a pale hand over the skin, fondling it almost lovingly under the touch. Tweek holds in the shiver by clawing inconspicuously at his knuckles. "A-ah…" Craig, however, hears the whisper, and immediately takes back his hands.

He coughs into his fist. "Uh… Well, I'm pretty sure you can fix them yourself."

"Gah, of course!" Tweek smacks his lips, making a slimy, wet sound, and hurriedly buttons up his shirt, the line crooked once more. Craig doesn't bother to point it out again. The austere ambiance is dawned over them, and the two suffer an uncomfortable silence. He seems so composed… Damn, I really have to calm down; he probably thinks I'm being strange today…

"Hey, Tweek?"

Tweek opens his mouth to try and speak, but he ends up sputtering.

Craig stares on detachedly. He doesn't seem to really notice much.

"U-urr, yeah?" Tweek manages to croak out.

"I have to pick up my little sister from her school… I'll see you guys later at Clyde's." His nasal voice is again without emotion, and that made Tweek even more awkward.

Maybe I should be happy that he's going on as before. "Gah, C-Clyde's?"

"Yeah, since he's coming back this afternoon, he wants our usual game night to ensue." Craig nervously brushes his hair back, sweeping his dark bangs over the forehead. His face however cleverly hides disturbance and frustration, and he stares off emptily.