Its only fake. (Tweek x Craig)

SIX: Hangover

TW: Vomit

TWEEK POV:

Later in the really early morning, Tweek woke up with a jolt. His eyes opened wide and he looked around the still mostly dark room, seeing that nobody else was awake he sighed and got up. He walked himself to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.

 I look like a wreck. He put a hand to his face, stretching one side of it to get a glance at his eye bags. Something was still bugging Tweek, though. He still remembered. Why did he even kiss me again? Was it just some way of using me to figure out if he liked it? Or some cruel joke? He's such an asshole.

 He washed his face in cold water, hoping he could just scrub the thoughts out of his head if he tried hard enough. Though it was to no avail. He huffed as he opened the door and walked back out. He grabbed his stuff as quietly as he could, trying not to wake anyone up. He just wanted to go home. 

Craig woke up, hearing Tweek getting his stuff. "Tweek? What the fuck. What happened last night? My head is killing me." Craig said, he looked as if he would throw up any minute now.

He jumped when he heard Craig's voice from beside him. "Sorry, I'm just about to head home. I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Nono, It's fine-" Craig's eyes went wide as he put his hands over his mouth. He quickly stood up and sprinted to the bathroom.

Tweek watched him sprint off, worried. He set his things down and walked to the bathroom. I should just go home, but.. I can't. He stayed in the doorway, avoiding staring directly at Craig as he threw up but at least wanting to make sure he was alright.

 He crossed his arms, the memories of the night before still lingering in his head.

Craig basically threw his hat, making sure he didn't puke on it. Yuck. He lifted his head away from the toilet for a moment. "Oh my god- how much did I drink."

"Almost the whole bottle." Tweek said. Instead of responding, Craig continued puking into the toilet.

Tweek looked at him with sympathy for a moment before he stepped away. "I'll be- ggh- I'll be right back."

 Coming back to where his belongings were, he grabbed a bottle of water from his bag. He walked back to the bathroom and let Craig retch up the remaining vomit in his stomach.

 He set the bottle by Craig. "You should make sure you sip some water when you're done, okay?" 

 Craig lifted his head away from the toilet and grabbed the water bottle. "You're the best, Tweek." Craig said as he opened the water bottle and drank some.

Tweek felt his insides flip. He looked away with no words. Do I tell him? Oh god no. But what does this mean for us? For me? Why is this bothering me so badly? He was lost in his thoughts, spaced out as he leaned against the door frame while hugging himself.

"You good?"

 "Huh?"He snapped abruptly from his thoughts, looking over. "I'm fine, Craig." He said with a frown.

"You don't seem fine. You know you can tell me dude."

He didn't acknowledge Craig's comments, shifting up from the doorframe. "I'm gonna go home now, remember to keep drinking water and try and eat something in a little bit. Bye." He walked off, grabbing his things and walking out of the house.

Craig frowned as Tweek walked away. "Bye." 

CRAIG POV:

Did I do something last night? He's never been so eager to leave.

Craig slowly stood. Holding his hat in one hand and Tweek's water bottle in the other. He walked back into Tolkien's room and sat on the ground next to Clyde before shaking him awake.

"What the fuck- Jesus, Craig. You look like you got hit by a truck-"

"What happened last night?" Craig asked, sounding more like a statement then a question.

"I don't know dude- we played truth or dare?"

"Then why is Tweek mad at me?" He looked at Clyde with a concerned and angry expression.

"Well- We dared you two to kiss and after you kissed Tweek, you ran off. Tweek went to see what was wrong and when you came back you were both angry."

Craig's eyes widened remembering what happened. "Oh my god."

"Clyde."

"What?"

"Me and Tweek were never actually dating." 

"WHAT? What do you mean; you aren't actually dating?"

"Me and Tweek have been faking it, for years." Craig explained the situation Tweek and Craig were in to Clyde. Breaking the once promise Tweek and Craig had; never tell anyone its fake.

"Okay well, even if its fake that doesn't explain anything." Clyde said, still shocked. "What even happened that made him so angry?"

"When he went to check on me, I kissed him."

"Like- a real kiss??"

"Yes."

"But I thought you were fake dating and- this is so confusing."

"I don't know why I kissed him!" Craig blurted out. He looked anxious compared to his usual calm self.

"Maybe you like him forreal." Clyde shrugged.

"I can't! Its only fake. I can't like him."

"Well think about it, dude. I'm going back to sleep. This is to much, man." Clyde said before laying back down and going back to sleep.


TWEEK POV:

When Tweek got home, he ran up to his room and immediately got into his bed, curling up and just processing everything.

I think I wish he kissed me for real. God, how lonely does that make me? Do I say something? Do I just hide and not talk to him?

He let out a small shout of frustration as he tugged his hair. Just shut up. Stop thinking about it....I feel sick. 

Tweek bit his nails down until they hurt, mind wandering all over the place. I don't know if I can stand to be around Craig right now. What's going to happen when I go to school? If he remembers, I think I'd just die on the spot.

I need to try and spend more time alone anyways. Maybe being around Craig so much is just getting to my head and making me confused about my sexuality. That happens to people in these situations, right?

CRAIG POV:

He quickly got all his stuff together. He ran out of Tolkien's house. Basically running home.

I need to go somewhere where I can think straight. Do I actually like Tweek?

Craig arrived to his house. Still feeling sick, but ignoring it. He went to his room and sat in his bed. Why would I kiss him If I didn't like him. I wouldn't do it just to play with his feelings. I'm not a monster. Craig laid down in his bed staring at the ceiling.