Too much pressure (A creek love story)

What will happen to me?

Tweek's POV:

I sat in a small, white, room with Craig. It was silent except my anxious noises. 'Gah's, 'agh's, 'nnng's, and many more (and new) variations of sounds that were in fact not words came out in a random anxious-spew.
I was scared. I was nervous. I didn't want to do this particularly. Yet I also just wanted it over with.

Y'know that test my parents and I took? Yeah... we're getting the news about that today. That's why we're in this claustrophobic stupid room! We're waiting on the officers and detectives that helped us before. I'm scared, dude! I don't know what's gonna happen!
Oh god, what if my parents bribed them so I still have to live with them!? Oh god! Then I'll never get to see any of my friends again! I'LL NEVER SEE CRAIG AGAIN! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M EVER GONNA SEE CRAIG! OH GOD! OH JEEZ!

"GAH!"
"You ok, honey?"
"I LOVE-LOVE YOU, CR-CRAIG!"
"I love you too. You alright?"
"I-I'M NEVER GONNA S-SEE YOU AGA-AGAIN!!"
"What do you mean? Of course you'll see me again."
"N-NOT IF MY PAR-PARENTS TA-TAKE M-ME!"
"Your parents aren't going to take you, Tweek."

"OH MY GOD! I'M GO-GOING TO AN ADOPT-ADOPTION CENTER! OH JEEZ! I'LL N-NEVER GET AD-ADOPTED AND EVERY-EVERYONE WILL HA-HATE ME AND I'LL... I'LL GET K-KILLED, CRAIG!"
"Tweek, honey, you're not going to get killed."
"Y-YOU DIDN'T S-SAY I W-WASN'T GOING TO A-AN ADOPT-ADOPTION CENTER! TH-THAT MEANS I- GAH! AM!"
"TWEEK! Calm down. It's gonna be fine, ok dude?" Craig tried to console me. That stupid 'dude' crap.
I'm not 'dude'! I shouldn't be... not in my opinion. God! 

It's fine, Tweek. Breathe.
Exhale for 8 seconds.
Inhale for 4 seconds.
Hold for 7 seconds.
Good.
Out for 8.
In for 4.
Hold for 7.
Out for 8, again.

Once I calmed down I picked up my phone. Using a simple password, according to Craig, to open it. I ignored the cracks and scratches on it. They were from previous panic attacks or twitched where I've dropped my phone on accident.

I opened my 'discord' app and started typing in a group chat labeled as 'default settings (and Creek)'. The group chat itself was a thing since we were really young. In 6th grade, even.
But the new chat name was only made since me and Craig had started dating, which is dating made me aware that we have a ship name. 'Creek' I guess? Kenny says Eric makes a Creek joke every-time he sees water.
I smiled at the memory softly before starting to typing 'I lpvr uou huys /p' and sending it. The typo's were due to my twitching which I felt kinda bad for. The group held Me, Craig, Clyde, Tolkien, Jimmy, Stan, Kyle, Eric, Kenny, and Butters.

I got tears in my eyes as I sent it. I knew I did have the chance of really never seeing any of them again. I didn't want to lose those guys. Even if we fight, I do really appreciate them. For everything. They make me not a... a rejection to society. Hell, they've stuck by me even with knowing I'm a meth addict. Those are real friends.

I heard the buzz of Craig's phone once my message sent into the GC. I saw Craig grab his phone out of his pocket and read the message carefully before looking at me. He opened his arms and let himself make a small, comforting, smile.
Craig hadn't been smiling lately. He seemed so uptight and worried about what'll happened to me and if I'm alright. It's sweet.
I hugged Craig tightly. Finding comfort in his grasp.

"I love you, honey."
"I-I love y-you too, Cr-Craig."
"The others do too."
"I- I al-also love th-them. I- I don't w-wanna- GAH! L-lose them!"
"Oh god, honey. Are you crying?"
"I-I'm sorry, Cr-Craig. I can't h-help it."
"No, no. It's ok. You're ok." Craig soothed as he rubbed my back comfortingly. I melted into his touch, never wanting this moment to end.

BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZZZZZ, BUZZ!

I jumped at the sudden noise, clinging more onto Craig and I could feel tears at the corners of my eyes. It was my phone.
I picked my phone back up and looked at the notifications.