Acceptance - Creek // SP

Dancing like a spider

Tap, Tap, Tap.

Silence.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

I'm pretty sure Tweek is awake as I can hear him tapping on my window.

We're both lying on my bed in the pitch black dark with many pillows stuffed between us so we don't touch.

I turn my head to look at him and notice his figure in the dark shuffling and a dark hand tapping my window.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

Silence.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

Silence.

Tap, Tap-

I cough and the tapping stops.

His figure shuffles once again.

His eyes are now staring into my eyes.

I can see them slightly glimmer from the streetlight near my window shining through.

"Hi," I mutter.

"Hey," Tweek responds.

Our faces are incredibly close.

I can feel his hot breath hitting my face and I can hear his tongue slightly clicking inside his mouth.

I clear my throat.

"How come you're still awake?" I ask, whispering since it feels illegal to be loud in such a peaceful moment.

"I could ask you the same man," Tweek grumbles.

I hum and continue to stare into his eyes.

"How come you moved to South Park?" I question.

Tweek looks down at my hands and then up again.

"My parents felt that business would be better in a small town rather than a big place filled with loads of coffee shops like Starbucks, Denver was full of them!" Tweek said, in a normal tone rather than whispering.

"I remember when you moved in, me and Clyde got some donuts and sat across the street and watched you move boxes," I say, smiling to myself whilst reminiscing.

Tweek opened his mouth in shock.

"What! I never saw you guys." He exclaimed whilst grabbing one of the pillows between us, causing him to brush against my shoulders.

Tingles went down my spine.

I smile at him.

"Yeah, we wanted to see what you guys looked like." I chuckle to myself.

Tweek pulls a big toothy grin which causes his eyes to slightly crease.

"What do you think the party is going to be like?" Tweek questions, looking down at my hands again.

"Probably like a party I'd imagine," I respond sarcastically.

Tweek grumbles and I laugh.

"I don't know, probably loud and it'll probably stink of teenagers," I say whilst sighing.

"I don't know if I want to go, It's not like I'll really do anything other than standing in a corner." Tweek mumbles.

"I think you should, I can talk to you if you go, It'd be better than talking to any of my friends, Clyde will be too focused on girls, Tolkien would be with Nichole and Jimmy would probably be flirting via bad jokes," I say and shrug.