A Love So True || (Creek)

Chapter 8: Strange dream

Craig pov:

Tweek immediately collapsed on the bed when we entered my room. I was careful not to make any noise so as not to wake my parents and my little sister. I was so tired that I lie down beside Tweek on the bed and closed my eyes as well. It was weird but the bed was much more comfortable with him beside me. I relaxed and soon fell unconscious.

I opened my eyes to wake up in an unfamiliar room. I looked around, staring at the dilapidated walls and dirty, cracked windows. Where was I? I raised my gaze and looked up to face Tweek, who was positioned above me, his hands on either side of my face. Our eyes locked.

-Tweek? Am I dreaming? What are you-

One of his hands took my cheek and he brought his face close to mine. He pressed his lips on mine without hesitation, and I froze. What was that feeling? I closed my eyes and intensified the kiss a little. I placed my hand on the back of his head to stroke his hair. I felt his hand run up and down my torso before he stopped and lifted my shirt. I stopped the kiss, embarassed.

-Wait, Tweek.
-What's the problem? Isn't that what you wanted? You stare at me all day long, Kenny.
-Kenny?

I pushed him slightly away from me and noticed that I was wearing brown gloves and an orange top.

-What the-!?

I got out of bed violently and opened the door to find myself in a corridor. I opened all the doors one by one in the hope of finding a bathroom. I opened the last one and stood in front of the large mirror. My jerky breathing quickened as my reflection in the mirror showed a teenager with blond hair, an orange top and scratches all over his face. I reached for the mirror and caught my face in my hands, causing some things to fall.

-It can't be. No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!

I was about to scream when I woke up with a start in my bed. I looked around to notice that I was back in my room. I sighed before collapsing on my bed, relieved.

-Craig? Are you ok? You were shaking when you were asleep. Did you have a bad dream?
-A nightmare I'd say.
-Do you wanna talk about it?
-No, no, it's ok. I'm ok. Don't worry. Really.
-Oh, ok?
-Have you been awake long?
-No, it's been like 20 minutes. I need to get back to my house.
-Let me get you a T-shirt.

I surely was embarassed thinking about the fact that I wanted the first part of my dream to happen. How could I have such a dream now? It just made me hate Kenny even more.

I slapped my face with my two hands. It wasn't the time to think about that. I took the first T-shirt from my wardrobe and handed it to him. I waited a few minutes for him to change and then we went downstairs.

-Good morning Mrs. Tucker and Mr. Tucker. I'm sorry for intruding last night.
-It's no problem Tweek. It's not the first time, and you know it doesn't bother us. Isn't that right, Thomas?
-Yeah, yeah.

My father responded with a bored expression. Why did he always have to be like that when Tweek was around? It pissed me off. But this time he looked even more annoyed.

-Come on, Tweek, I'll walk you to your house.
-Craig come right back after, we need to talk.

I nodded to my father and left my house with Tweek. We walked towards his house, talking about a bit of everything.

-Do you know what happened last night? I hardly remember anything.
-You just got a little drunk. I didn't want your parents to see you like that so I brought you to my house.
-Ah I see. I'm sorry, I guess I've been a burden. I'm really sorry.
-Contrary to what you think, you've never been a burden to me.

He looked at me in astonishment, and just as soon gave me a gentle smile.

-What did I say when I was drunk?
-Just usual things like "I'm so sleepy" and...and...
-Hm?