💕Creek one-shots💕 (Craig X Tweek)

Boxed (angst)

Age- both 17 ⚠️TW- self harm+Angst⚠️

"Craig are y- you o- okay?" Tweek waves his arm in front of that stupid box Craig was wearing. 'Why isn't he responding? Is he ignoring me?! Oh god what if he hates me?! Am I being to clingy? This is too much pressure to think about right now!!' What was supposed to be them hanging out became Craig scrolling on his phone, oblivious to his surroundings, and a extremely nervous Tweek sitting in the corner shaking while on his phone. Eventually Tweek gave up and went back to his house. He lays down on his bed just thinking. 'Should I call him? Should I call someone else? Maybe Tolkien? No, I can't do that! Is it my fault he's ignoring me? What's with that box? Oh god I need to stop thinking.. TOO MUCH PRESSURE! ...Coffee.. I need coffee...' Tweek grabs him thermos from his nightstand, trying to drink some coffee, but his shaking hands ended up spilling it on his bed. 'PERFECT! Now I have to change, AGAIN, and make more coffee, I can't get hurt by this right? What if the coffee was too hot!- I should call Craig- wait no! He's why I'm shaking so much in the first place!' "GAH!" 'Great now I burned my arm.. Tolkien could help me.. no he's hanging out with Clyde right now.. I don't wanna bother them..' Tweek with a loud sigh gets up and walks downstairs to his kitchen so he can make himself more coffee, thinking about everything. Eventually he stirs his coffee and walks back into his room. 'Oh great I left the spoon in, now I have to walk back downstairs to wash it, and put it away.. why am I so paranoid?! It's not like Craig hates me.. right..?' He walks downstairs AGAIN and washes the spoon, as he's going to put it away. 'Great! Thing are only getting worse! The drawer is stuck!' After a second the drawer finally opens and Tweek shoves the spoon in the drawer only for his finger to get cut on something. "Oww! W- what?" He picks up this object. "A r- razor-blade? GAH! Wh- why would my parents k- keep this in the silverware dr- drawer?!" He puts it in his pocket, closes the drawer, and walks upstairs and into the bathroom, placing the razor-blade on the edge of the sink, when he grabs his toothbrush and turns on the water he watches at it drops to the floor. He's too stressed to think about much right now so he just brushed his teeth and falls onto his bed, passing out instantly.

'Beep Beep Beep Beep' His alarm clock is going off, like it's been for the past 10 minutes. Tweek reaches his arm over to turn it off, but ends up falling off his bed. "GAH! W- what?" He gets up off the floor and turns off his alarm clock. 7:59. "IM GOING TO BE L- LATE!" He rushes to his closest and picks up a mossy green button-up shirt and a pair of normal black jeans. He quickly gets dressed and runs downstairs, getting his shoes and running out. When he gets almost to the bus stop he watched it drive off. 'God damnit! Now I'm going to be late for school- I. Going to get in trouble! What if- GOD! TOO MUCH PRESSURE!!' He starts running in the direction of the school, tripping and falling multiple times on the way there. He finally makes it to the gate of the school. 8:23. While in school he noticed a lot of other people wearing those boxes also but didn't say anything. Lunch was really awkward because nobody was talking. Then he realized he forgot his coffee. What a great day! He was twitching way more than usual today, playing with his hands or pulling at his hair every now and then. Finally the day was over at least. He got home and made himself some coffee, 'Finally, something good' he drank all his coffee immediately, going back to make himself some more, and going into his room, he tried to call Craig, but he didn't answer.. he laid down and started crying a bit before just falling asleep.

The next two weeks were in a similar pattern, waking up, being late for school, he also started falling asleep in school now, forgetting his coffee, tripping and twitching more often, still being ignored by Craig. Finally when in the hallway Tweek was walking next to Craig, he took the box from him.

"Tweek? What are you doing!" He grabs the box back and places it on his head, walking off leaving Tweek alone.

'Did I do something wrong?' He decides to go to the nurse and ask if he can be sent home early. She lets him go and he goes to his house sitting on the couch for a bit, falling asleep. He wakes up to his phone ringing, it's his dad 'WAIT I HAVE A SHIFT TODAY!' He sprints out, making his way to the cafe where it's packed with people, he goes to the back and puts on his apron, and goes to work the register. Eventually the amount of people there dwindles and there's just tables with people sitting at them. 'Okay now I just have to wait the tables' "Umm- c- can I help y- you?"