The boxer and the racer (creek)

Higher than a kite (Tweek)

WORD COUNT: 858

TW: kissing, drugs, it's not smut dw

Tokens having another party, me and Bebe missed his other one. I'm not sure if Craig went or not. I don't know. I feel bad about punching Craig.

Actually.

That's a lie

He deserved it.

Anyways! Me and Bebe are supposed to be getting ready together Bebe is gonna me be here in thirty minutes because we're gonna get ready together. Tolkiens room is just above ours so we won't have too much of a walk.

"Hey Craig?" I said tapping on his already open door, he was laying on his bed SHIRTLESS. I think I just died a little inside. IN A GOOD WAY! "Your gonna wanna put a shirt on Bebe is coming in thirty minutes."

He nodded and got up, "alright, can I go with you guys to the party?"

"Sure, why not. Did you go to his other one?"

"No, I missed it. I did tell him I was gonna go though. To his last one I mean." He laughed, "since I missed his other one I should probably go to this one."

Suddenly Craig pulled me into his arms and rested his head against my chest. I was slightly taken aback and look down at his mop of black hair. "Are you drunk, high? What's going on?" I asked and he rested his chin on my chest looking up at me lips centimetres from my chin.

His eyes were red, very red. "Did you get into my weed? Or meth. Oh god Craig. You can't be getting high before even going to the party." I scolded him and he giggled

How did I not notice he was high when I first talked? Oh my god I'm so dumb. Then I felt something wet on my chin. "DID YOU JUST FUCKING LICK ME TUCKER?" I cried, he pressed his lips against my Adam's apple.

I pushed him away and he groaned trying to chase after me, hooking his fingers in the loops of my jeans, "Tweeeekk!!" He squealed, how did he keep his cool when we were talking about tokens party?

"Craig, let go of me." I muttered unhooking his fingers from my jeans.

"Just one kiss! Then I'll leave you be!!" Craig giggled, and pulled me in close. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, one. This doesn't mean we're dating, this is just a uh. Bro thing?" I muttered, Craig looked ecstatic, "no tongue."

Craig stood on his tippy toes and I stooped down to kiss him on the mouth gently, and tenderly, then I pulled away.

"One moreee!! Pleeaasseee??" Craig begged drooping and sagging into me. "Sit on the couch so I can kiss you better."

"Dude, your not gay and we're not dating."

"Says who?" Craig challenged, I scoffed.

"Man, you are higher than a kite right now." I laughed.

With surprising strength Craig pushed me onto the couch and stood in front of me triumphantly. He climbed onto my lap and stared at me.

I was dumbstruck by what was happening right now. I wasn't even high right now. I should have a stutter right now. Whenever I'm not high I usually have a stutter, I'm not allowed to do anything before or after matches in case I have to deal with the press. 'Kyles rules' that's why on public television I always stutter. It's embarrassing.

"Craig we are not about to make out." I said with finality trying to push him off. "Maybe when your not high."

"Please honey!! Honest, I'm not high at all!!" He begged, I scoffed again.

"Yeah and the sky isn't bl-" he cut me off by ramming his lips into mine and kissing me hungrily. He bit and licked my bottom lip asking for entrance just to be denied each time. I kissed him back. Who wouldn't with kissing their crush right?

The door swung open and Bebe stepped in, "Woah! Am I interrupting something?" I laughed as Craig looked up confused.

"He's about to green out." I said, "I don't even know bae. He got into my drugs."

She walked around to the side of the couch were Craig was straddling me and my hands were on his back and his fingers in my hair. Our faces inches apart.

She was wearing a very nice dress. A tight silver sequinned dress. Her hair in a bun at the back of her head.

"You look nice." I commented. She nodded her thanks.

"And apparently Craig is extremely-" I shushed her and Craig started kissing my neck but I stopped him.

"Craig. Enough." I pushed him off and he looked disappointed.

"But I love you!! You are so cute, and smart, and funny, and witty. I love youuuu!!" He wailed.

"He's sounding like Clyde." I said smirking.

"ARE WE IGNORING THE FACT YOU GUYS WERE JUST MAKING OUT?" Bebe asked incredulously. I nodded and Bebe scoffed in disbelief. "Fine, whatever, we need to have another sleepover anyways. We can discuss it then." She said the last part like a threat. "I'm doing your makeup."

I smiled in response. Then asked myself, "what the fuck just happened."