KupKaKes- Creek/Twenny fanfic

A Date?

~~~Craig's POV~~~

I had Bebe pinned down on my bed. I kissed her slowly and roughly but..I had only been thinking about Tweek. I had a deep feeling of hatred for him, still something beneath that was bothering me. I was jealous of Kenny. I don't even know why. But I just wanted Tweek so bad. Maybe it was because I know I couldn't have him or,,I liked the thought that I could make him go insane. 

The rage and emotion was growing stronger. Things were so complicated now ever since those two...fags became so lovey-dovey.

For some reason I also felt guilty about dropping Tweek. I didn't mean to do that, if anything it's Kenny's fault for distracting me. I could never apologize though, that's fucking stupid. And it would be out of character. 

I got pulled back to reality as Bebe pulled back. "Babe," she whispered.

"What?" I snapped.

"Uh, I have to go.. my parents said they need me home early today." She explained sheepishly. I rolled my eyes then lifted my arm so she could leave. She pushed back my hair and I watched her put on her rocket-red jacket before leaving the room. I let out a deep sigh and rolled onto my back. Examining the ceiling I made a plan. I needed Kenny out of the picture. I had no idea what I was supposed to do after that but it felt right. 

Suddenly Tricia burst in the room. "Craig!" She screeched.

"What do you want?!" I turned my head to her, angrily. 

She sighed, exasperated. "What did mom and dad tell you about brining your girlfriend here?" She stomped closer.

"'Don't bring that slut anywhere near this fucking house, Craig.'" I repeated in a mocking tone.

Tricia waved her hands around "She's not the slut, you are! I can't believe dad and mom don't realize that.." I flipped her off and she did the same to me. She stormed off, slamming the door as she did. 

~~~Tweek's POV~~~

Yesterday made me realize that I can't do this anymore. It's too much pressure. I've dragged Kenny into this mess and I can't keep getting hurt. I took out my phone and held my finger over Kenny's number. Should I call him or just leave him alone?

I doubt he'd even want to talk to me. I've made things complicated. But before I could decide, a phone call jump scared me and made my head jerk to the side. I looked at the caller ID "Kenny". Oh god, this is a sign isn't it?

I picked up and waited to hear his voice yell at me or tell me he hates me. No, that's unlikely. He'd atleast be nice about hating me. 

"Hey, Tweek I was just checking in if you're feeling well?" A muffled voice asked on the other side. I could tell he had his hood on. 

I stumbled through my words "Uh, yea. I mean...good enough to go out but maybe not for school or.." I was about to mention Craig before an excited voice cut me off.

"Good enough to go out?" Kenny sounded like he had something planned. After I confirmed, he told me about how we could "maybe" go to the movies "only if you really felt okay". 

"You know there's a cool new movie that's out if you wanted to see that.." he trailed off. 

I sighed happily "That would be..lovely.."I tugged on my hair. "So.. is this a date?" I asked.

Through the phone, I could tell Kenny was shocked "I..would prefer to call it two really good friends hanging out. UNLESS.." I blushed intensely. 

"OKAY, SEE YOU AT 3 BYE." I spat out before hanging up immediately after. I stared at the wall, unable to process what just happened. Then I realized I had pulled out a few strands of hair. I rushed to the bathroom to get ready.

With no use, I tried to push down my fluffy hair, I used my moisturizer again (which I was beginning to really like as it brought out my freckles), and put on my favorite knit sweater with green, brown, and navy blue patterns. 

As I waited I drank a "few" cups of coffee and checked how I looked about 9 times. 

~~~~~~~~~

When it was finally 3, the doorbell rang. I jumped up and answered it to be met with an un-hoodied Kenny. He wore a black Jarvis Johnson (sorry if it's cringe it's the first thing that came to mind) t-shirt and baggy ripped jeans. I was sure this was one of the first times I've ever seen all of his hair. It was golden and slightly curly, I had the urge to touch it. 

We were both mesmerized by each other's outfits. I could tell he really liked the sweater. 

He coughed and stretched out his hand for me to take "You ready, Tweekster?" I gladly took up his offer and we strolled to the theater with linked arms.

~~~Craig's POV~~~

Outside my bedroom window, I heard some familiar voices. I poked my head out to see Kenny and Tweek walking along the sidewalk. This was perfect..