HTBMHIT || {A creek fanfiction}

⋆｡°✩Chapter 19: Retrouvaille⋆｡°✩

"I stuff my mouth of full cherries. Say, this is the taste of love and I will choke on it."

- Angelea Lowes

(Tweek POV)
I was called upon my mother to see who's knocking at broad moonlight; she has much more important things to do. - Therefore, her not attending the door is a necessity of the situation. I felt a sting of anxiousness of who the hell could it probably be. Unexpected guests we're such things that aren't fond of my guts, I just thought that it could've probably be a menace wrapped around a fancy welcoming wrapper to appear deceiving. - Despite that, I strengthened my grip and walked towards the front door.

I swayed it open revealing the face I've been longing to meet against mine.

Craig Tucker.

I couldn't believe the sight of mine that I have to call him by his name in question.

"Craig...?" I asked. Something about his presence spoke to me that it may be just all an illusion I've created to patch up the growing abyss inside of me that has been punctured ever since I've wronged him by the signals of my emotions.

"Tweek. Hey." He said, with a relief of smile on his face despite of how dreadful both of him and his sister looked like. They clearly are in need of help.
I can't help but let Ruby in as she places her bags and went to the restroom immediately; while me and Craig remained at the front porch; tons of questions have gone by in my mind. - Wondering, as to why they have huge bags brought with them; Although, I decided that it's best to talk those matters with them alone and that welcoming their presence beforehand would be a preferable approach.

The smile on his face is infectious, I can't help but smile as I meet the art of his face and the stories he's eyes could tell. I could stare at it for hours and linger it like something I'd like to keep as a part of who I am. 

His smile lightened which indicated that he's planning to say something serious; as to that I balanced myself to let him know that I am lending my ears towards what he has to say.

"I'm sorry, really, Tweek. I should've been more sensiti-" Those words made me frown; remembering how I did him so dirty yet he still is the one apologizing for such inconsideration. I can't help but interrupt him. - but my mind went down by miles and I have no idea what to even say to reassure him.

"I'M THE ONE WHO'S SUPPOSED TO APOLOGIZE DUMMY! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I WANNA PUNCH MYSELF EVERYDAY BECAUSE I LITERALLY THOUGHT I LOSS YOU. I DON'T WANNA LOSE YOU. I LITERALLY FUCKING LOVE YOU TOO." I aggressively said which made such words sound like a grudge. - The sudden word vomit made me pinch my lips, as it flustered me like a rose and made me reflect of what I just said; something bold that I may never have the guts to say again.

Shit. That was cheesy. His smile disappeared like a cotton candy on water; I watched it grow more opaque as each glance I bat on it. Those words took his outmost breath away, revealing a boy with a wandering eye of a thought and a blooming blossom on his admirable cheeks.

"Fuck. I'm so sorry about the over exaggera-"

I was interrupted as his rosy red lips came intertwined to mine.

At that moment, we we're one; the warmness and gentleness of his' lips on mine felt like a perfect mold. It felt like a ray of light to my dying hope.
Lately, fatigue has eaten up my days and has taken the beauty of life away from me. - But he then came to me like a summer breeze, keeping me warm with his love.
I have never felt more serene. - Calmer than the still crystal waters of the river under the moonlight, quieter than such Jaguars that ever has walked through the earths, and safer than any oath that has been kept to mankind.