South park x Reader

Chapter 24

I wake up still in the hospital, next to Abbey. The boys went home late last night since we have school today. I sit up in my chair and walk over to the bathroom. Inside, I look at myself in the mirror. Jeez, I look like a mess. I rub my face with cold, fresh water. I come back out of the bathroom and check the time, which is 6:45 a.m. No wonder why I'm tired.

I leave Abbey's hospital room and head for the entrance. I'm stopped by seeing Craig lying down across three chairs, sleeping, his blue hat falling off his head onto his face, and his black hair messy and knotty. I'm trying my hardest not to burst out laughing at the sight I'm seeing. I walk over to him and nudge him, but he doesn't move or show any sign of waking up.

Yea, honey, I've tried to wake him all night, but he hasn't been disturbed no matter how hard I try," the old lady at the front counter says to me. I smile at her before looking back at Craig. I click my fingers near his ears and shake him so much, I'm surprised he didn't fall off the chair. I'm even saying his name in his ear. I got to the point where I scream his name, and he finally disturbs like nothing.

"Mm Tweek, what's up?" He says it so peacefully, like it happens daily. It's not until he looks at me that he seems to remember where he is and why he's here. He sits up quickly, brushing through his hair with his fingers, and places his hat back on his head. "Morning y/n how are you?" He asks, his cheeks going pink. I can tell he's embarrassed, but I'm more focused on the fact that this man stayed here all night instead of going home as the others and my parents did.

"Craig, why are you still here?" I question crossing my arms. He stands up, towering over me. "Because I can be," he replies, walking towards the water tank. Not the answer I was looking for, let me try this another way. "You have a home and a nice soft bed," I said, my voice raising just a little. Craig turns around, takes a sip of his water, chucking it in the bin after he finishes drinking, and walks back over to me where he says, "So?" Man, this guy's attitude right now is poor, but he's kind of normally like this. I roll my eyes and sigh before saying, "So, you shouldn't be here; you should be at home; your parents are probably worried." He just shrugs and grabs his jacket.

"Are you going to school today?" His monotone voice asks, changing the subject, and I follow him out the door towards his car. "Yes," I reply, hopping inside his car. He turns on his engine, letting the heater warm up his car. "Well, we need to go home first to get changed, and I need to take Tricia with us as well," he states before driving off. I hum in agreement, and we sit in silence for the rest of the car ride.

Soon we made it back to his house, where he parks in the driveway and tells me to meet him back there in 30 minutes. With that, I agreed and walked to my house.

I open the door and see my parents sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast. Their eyes snatch up from their phones and smile at the sight of me. "Morning, y/n, did Craig drive you home?" My mum asks taking a drink from her tea. I nod and walk up the stairs.

I finish getting ready and head out the front door to Craig's house. He's not outside by his car or in it, so he must still be inside. I knock on the front door and hear someone say, Come in from inside. The voice wasn't Craig's or Tricia's; it was older and more monotone. It must have been their dad. I open the door and go inside, and I was right—their dad was sitting on the couch watching the morning news.

His eyes glance over at me, and I smile. "He's upstairs," Thomas tells me, swishing his hands towards the stairs. I thank him and head up the stairs. I stop outside Craig's room and I bring my hand up to the door to knock, but before I could do so, footsteps behind me stopped me. I turn around and see Tricia leaning against her door, smiling at me.

"If he lets you in, can you tell him to hurry up I've been yelling at him to do so," she expresses, walking back inside her room. I wonder why Craig is taking so long to get ready, so I go to knock on his door again, but I hear two voices coming from inside the room. One is Craig's voice, and the other sounds like it's over the phone. I lean my head against the door to hear as much as I can, hoping no one catches me doing this.