Its only fake. (Tweek x Craig)

FIVE: What's wrong?

THIRD PERSON: 

Craig sprinted to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Taking off his hat as he turned to the mirror. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" He said, looking into the mirror with a confused expression. 

"I feel so lost." Craig said as he cupped his face in his hands. Craig sat there. Staring at himself. He let go of his face and turned on the cold water, putting his hands into the water. Still staring at himself, it was as if he didn't know who he was looking at. 


TWEEK POV:

"Do you think he's okay?"Tweek said, staring at the ground.

 Did this change things between us? Is that why he ran out? We've hung out for years, but never went this far. What if this was the last straw? Is he going to break things off now? And why does that scare me?

"You should go check on him, its not like him to randomly run out like that." Clyde said, looking concerned. 

Tweek nodded. "Yeah, okay."

 He pushed himself to his feet and made his way to the door of the bathroom. "Craig? Are you alright?" His voice was gentle as he knocked on the door.

Craig quickly looked towards the door hearing Tweek, "Uhm- yeah uh. Hold on." Craig turned off the sink and dried his hands. Opening the door. "Hey."

"Hey." His words were tense, uncomfortable air drifting between them.
 "I'm sorry. I should've just told them that I didn't want to so they didn't make you do that." Yet Tweek's nervous eyes fluttered to Craig's lips again.

 Do you regret kissing me?

"Its fine. I need to- I just need to do something." He put his hands on Tweek's cheeks again and leaned in to kiss him.

Tweek didn't really care what he was doing anymore. If Craig wanted to kiss him that was all he needed to kiss right back. He wrapped his arms around Craig as his impulses won, kissing back. Just blame it on the alcohol.

Craig pulled away, shaking his head. "Oh my god-"

"What? What's wrong?" Why did he stop? Did I do something? Fuck. I should've never kissed him. I'm not even gay. This was stupid. 

"Tweek I-" Craig looked confused.

 He swallowed the lump in his throat. This is stupid. This is all stupid. I want to go home.

 "I get it. I'm not gay anyways. Let's just forget this ever happened." He exhaled a breath as he blinked in rapid succession, trying to settle down the tears in his eyes which he wasn't even sure where they'd came from.

 He took a step back, then turned around and walked back to the others. "He's fine." He mumbled, sitting back down and grabbing one of the bags of chips.

CRAIG POV:

Jesus, I'm stupid. He's not gay. I'm not gay. Why did I kiss him? And why do I wish I didn't stop kissing him. This is so dumb. I'm so drunk. 

Craig put his hat back on and followed Tweek back Tolkien's room. Sitting down next to Tweek. "Pour me another drink." Craig said, almost sounding angry as he held out his cup to Clyde.

Tweek crossed his arms uncomfortably, avoiding staring anywhere but the bag of chips or the floor. He grabbed a handful of the chips and shoveled them into his mouth.

Clyde poured Craig another drink before talking. "Are you two okay?" Craig ignored the question and chugged his drink holding it out for Clyde to pour more in the cup.

"We're fine, it's alright. Do you guys want to keep playing or do something else?" He shoveled more of the chips in his mouth.

"Let's play something else." Tolkien said.

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Craig continued chugging drinks till the bottle was empty. "What do you mean its empty????" Craig grabbed the bottle and shook it. 

"Dude you sound like an alcoholic. Remind me to never let you have alcohol again." Clyde said, trying to joke.

Tweek was starting to fall asleep against the side of Tolkien's bed, his eyes slowly closing as he leaned his head to one side. He'd much rather be asleep than think about what happened anyways. I hope I'll forget in the morning.

"I'm going to sleep." Craig said as he opened his backpack and pulled out a sleeping bag. 

Tweek's breathing slowed to a calmer pace as he hugged himself, asleep.
He was used to falling asleep in uncomfortable positions anyways, so he was fine here.

Craig got into his sleeping bag and went to sleep. 

CLYDE POV: 

"Dude, they both seem really angry. Do you think something happened?" Clyde said quietly. 

"I don't know. Maybe." Tolkien said and shrugged. "I don't know what they would be angry about."

"Maybe cause we made them kiss? That's a good thing though. They've been dating for years." 

"I don't know, man. Just get off my bed so I can go to sleep." Tolkien said, laying down. 

Clyde sighed before getting off Tolkien's bed and sitting on the floor. 

What's up with them? Everyone's so moody right now.