Craig x Tweek, "My little twich."

Chapter 15: The principal and corrupted religion

Craig and Tweek were walking to the principal's office after they were called down. Tweek, of course, was nervous about it, grabbing Craig tightly in fear. Craig knew that it was about what happened earlier that day, though he didn't know what PC Principal wanted to know about the whole thing. He was ready to defend both of them if needed.

As they opened the door to the principal's office, Craig kissed Tweek's forehead for comfort. Tweek smiled and calmed a little; that's when PC Principal spoke up, "Take a seat," he said.

Craig and Tweek both took a seat, Tweek cuddling up next to Craig for comfort. Craig returned this affection by wrapping an arm around Tweek's body. "Warm," Tweek smiled a little as he snuggled more into Craig.

That's when PC Principal cleared his throat, and Craig turned to him. "Anyways... um... this is... I think this is the first time that, at least for you, Craig, you were sent here 'cause you're not in trouble... um... do you mind explaining what you know about the incident this morning?"

Craig sighed and held Tweek a little closer. "All we know is that when we got to the locker, it had those words on it. We don't know who did it. We don't know why they did it. I'm sure we know as much as you do."

PC Principal nodded. "Ok... and um... how is the whole... attacker thing going?"

Craig could tell he was uncomfortable, especially since after he brought it up, Tweek started panicking. "What?!? Where!?"

Craig held him tightly, burying his head in his chest. "Hey! Hey! Shhh~ It's fine... it's fine... they are not here... you're fine. Everything is ok. I'm right here."

Tweek calmed down a little. PC Principal seemed censured, "Are you sure that a support group wouldn't-"

"No!!" Tweek yelled, "I-I... AHH!"

Craig patted his back, "He's... having trouble... getting near people right now..." Tweek was shaking while quietly mumbling, "He's going to get me. He's going to get me."

Craig kissed Tweek's head gently, "No, he's not. I promise.~"

PC Principal nervously mumbled over his words as he tried to think up something to reply with, "Um... sadly, we don't have a camera pointing at the hallway that Tweek's locker is in due to some... electrical problems right now... so we can't see who did it, but! It is my job and right to make sure this never happens again!" He then slammed his hand on the desk in an attempt to make some sort of power-looking pose.

Craig and Tweek just looked at him. "Uh... ok?" Craig said, "Can we just go back to class now?"

PC Principal sighed, "Um... yes. Yes, you can. Go ahead." Craig nodded, and they got up and headed back to class.

-Time Skip.-

Craig was walking to Tweek's house with Tweek when he got a text. He looked at his phone; it was from his dad saying, 'Craig, son. Please come home, me and your mother have something to talk to you about.'

Craig just sighed and turned to Tweek. "Hon, go inside with your parents. I have to go. I'll come back as soon as I can! Don't panic."

Tweek twitched, "What why!? What happened!? How long!? Is it bad!? Is someone dying!?!?" "No! No Tweek! No one is dying! Everything is fine. It's just my parents want to tell me something. I don't know why they can't just text me or call me instead, but I promise you, nothing bad is happening. Ok?"

Tweek nodded, still twitching a bit. "Ok...." Tweek then kissed Craig's cheek and walked inside the house. Craig smiled, "Maybe he's getting better... man is he cute...." Craig then walked off, back to his house.

~*~

When he funnily opened the door, he saw his parents sitting at the dining table, with very serious expressions on their faces. "Um.... what happened?" his dad turned to him, that's when he saw his mom, crying her eyes out, "Mom? Are you ok? Did someone die? Or?" Craig joked.

"Son... sit," his dad said.

"Ok?" Craig sat down at the table, "Did I do something?"

"Son, we... talk to the South Park priest and... we need you to stop dating Tweek," his mother said.

"Excuse me?" Craig was confused, "You said you were fine with me being gay."

"We... were, but the priest talked to us and...."

"Craig, we just want what is best for you!" his mom said through tears, "We... We just can't stand seeing you ruining your soul for this."

"Ruining my-what!? What are you talking about!? You guys aren't religious!!" Craig yelled.

"Well... we... we were thinking about-" his father was cut off.

"Stop! I-I just...." Craig covered his face.

"Son, we are happy that you are trying to help him, but we just.... don't want you to date him," his dad continued.

"Please, Craig!!" his mom begged.

Craig was silent. He looked up at the stairs in his house; his sister was in it, looking scared. She mouthed the words, 'Leave.' Craig decided that he would take her advice and stood up, "I'm going." He starts to head out when he hears his dad.

"Craig, if you step out that door, you're dead to us!!" his father yelled.

Craig looks back, "That's fine.... if you won't accept me, then why would I care? You guys are dead to me too. Take care of your last child while you still have her...." Craig then reaches for the door when he is once again stopped by his dad.

"Your boyfriend deserved that writing on his locker!!" he yelled.

Craig let go of the doorknob and balled his fists up, "What?"

"I said he's a stupid little fag and deserved it being spelled out on his locker! We will pray that it stays!!"

Craig turns to his mom and dad. Fists balled up, turning white, he wanted to punch them, yell at them, make them wish they had never said anything about this, but he knows that it wouldn't fix anything. If anything, it would make it worse; it would make Tweek worry. Instead, he calmed himself and un-balled his fists; he knew his parents probably only said that to get a reaction out of him, to make him angry, so he would get in trouble and be forced to stay.

He reached for the door handle again, "We will pray for you, son...." His mom said, with pain in her voice. Craig hated it. She was the parent that supported him the most, even if this time it wasn't true. Still, she was supportive, only for her to turn her back to him and tell him to change. Craig hated it, not her; he can't hate her, not yet. He needed to process it first before he can decide if he actually hated her, but he was still mad.

Trying to keep his cool, he says, "Don't ever talk to me again. If you do, I will pretend to not know you.... I will be back tomorrow to get my stuff...."

"SON, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL–"

Craig cuts his dad off before he can finish his sentence, his cool gone, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Craig then opens the door and leaves, but not before giving them the middle finger.

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