Creek - a new beginning

Calm

Craig sits on the edge of his bed, playing with his 7th guinea pig, Stripe. 

Whenever Craig was troubled he would talk to Stripe, Stripe cannot judge him or tease him. Craig trusted his little friend.

"I upset Tweek again today."

Stripe stares up blankly at Craig

"I know... Im not sure why I do it either, I don't even remember why we started fighting in the first place, but I'm always too proud to back down. I don't know why I fight with him one day and care for him the next, I don't know what comes over me. Tweek looks so fragile sometimes and it hurts to see, so I guess I just automatically react with anger... or some other stupid emotions... UGH! I can't believe I jacked him off... He held me so tightly, and he sounded so cute. I almost want to hear more of his turned-on voice."

Stripe is asleep at this point

"What am I doing right now..?" Craig puts Stripe back in his cage and lays down on his back

"His voice..."

-

The next day in class Tweek didn't even look at Craig, he simply handed over his completed section of the project and then left early. 

"Yikes man, what did you do to him?" Clyde chimes in from across the table.

"I told him the truth and he couldn't handle it. Not my fault."

"You have issues man."

"Maybe."

The bell rings and everyone packs up their papers. 

Craig decides to stay late after school to piece together his project and get it over with. At around 5 pm, he finishes.

Craig takes a long stretch before exiting the library. 

The school hallways are dark and quiet. The vibe of school in the evening always creeped Craig out a little bit. Only a few students were left at school. 

As Craig heads to his locker to get his lunch box, he walks past the music hall. A song is being played on the piano. 

The song echoing through the hall was Canon by Pachelbel. The song felt strangely calming to Craig. He didn't often listen to classical music, but he was very drawn to this one. 

Craig walked down the music hall, he stopped in front of the music room where the piano music was coming from. 

The door was shut, and he couldn't see who was inside.  

The music notes almost seem to float down the hallway. Gentle. Soft.

Craig sits against the wall near the music room door. His mind had been so cluttered and chaotic lately, he needed the calm that this music was bringing him. 

Craig bends his knees and rests his head in his arms, his head turned to the side. He just sits, listening. Eventually, he drifted to sleep, maybe the most relaxed he had been in years.

-

When Craig woke up it was 6:30 pm. He slept for an hour and a half. 

He rubs his eyes and looks around. 

His hat is off, and his hair is tucked behind one ear. This confused Craig a little bit, but he shrugged it off and assumed his hat just fell off and he unconsciously tucked his hair out of his face. 

Craig gets up and stretches, he felt incredibly replenished as if he had gotten a whole night's sleep. He peaks his head into the now-open music room. No one is inside.

Craig puts his blue hat back over his jet-black hair and begins walking home.