Exorcise him! // Craig x Tweek // (Creek)

★ 19 | Scars ★

It's...cold.
But not cold in the sappy way you'd feel after falling down in a pond of cold rushing water, which did happen by the way.

But cold in the way that makes you feel alive again, awake. You know?
And every thrust of emotion in my chest is more than enough to keep me warm, adrenaline surging through my chest just to keep my heart racing.

Yeah so what, the walk back is cold, wet and well you get the gist.
But nothing would have ever made me regret it.

If just the simple act of me walking over to the same place where I had spent time with Tweek years ago,  meant getting back inside the same pond just to be able to remember you again. Your face and smile for one last time.

Then mark my words, I would have done the damn thing all over again.

Just so that I could carve that image of you in my mind, sculpting every detail of your face, starting with your eyes, your lips and stupid hair.

It's nauseating to keep on going with these questions that never seem to end, but loop back to you.

Because even now that I believe that telling you everything would have been much easier than waiting, I've realized that it's...really not. It worries me that maybe you'd think I'm some crazy guy if I told you that I'm Craig Tucker, someone you actually used to know a long time ago.

More or less I wonder if Tweek has already figured out by now that he wasn't actually a demon previously before, or if he knows that his family and friends believe that he's dead right now. Maybe they do or maybe they don't, but no matter how many questions load my mind back and forth. There's still one question that stays unhinged in my mind.

Because how come now, out of all moments, did I finally remember
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You?

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I'll wait for you Tweek, I'll wait for you to remember me.
So please.
Remember me.
And i'll wait for you as much as you need.
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"That..." I muffled between cold and shaky breaths, feeling the continuous breeze of the wild wind on our firm bodies.

But nothing about this makes me feel angry or sad, I just feel happy. Maybe it's because he's beside me or because of the adrenaline in my chest, but every second I spend with Tweek feels sweet...and I like how it's making me feel.

"...Was a bad idea" he finishes off my sentence and takes a stupidly sweet second to look up at me and laugh. Both of us erupt in dorky smiles and bitty laughs. But something about his bitty laugh makes my heart skip a little.
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So sureee, okay? maybe just maybe it was a really pretty damn stupid idea to do that in this type of weather.
And yeah yeah okay you can blame me for that later.
But when I look down at you, and remember the past you.
You...you make me realize how much I've missed you.
Missed you beside me, your hand in mine.
And even though you look so different, I couldn't care less.
Because to me, you're still that same old dorky kid I used to know.

That holds a special place in my heart.
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Yeah so talking about clothes...I uh. My eyes trickled down to the firmly drenched cloak on his body and a shiver wavers down my neck. That shiver that reminds you of how much you've actually fucked up, precisely in my case how much Ive managed to fuck up my perfectly ironed exorcist cloak which now looks like a loose puddle of smidgen leaves and water...talk about being careless Craig...Christ sake!

You know what,
I'll worry about that later...

"But you had fun right?" I asked, pressing my shoulder on his and pushing him playfully over to the side. "Cmann' don't lie to me" I grinned and Tweek rolled his eyes in response.