Do I wanna Know? Style/Stendy

13-Comfort

Craig pov

Tweek ran around serving people, for some reason the store was packed today. "I just hope she is okay, I mean she texted the group chat saying she needed some time-which I get-but I'm still worried so could you take this to her?" Tweek passed me a little pink box, "It's some of her favorite foods. To make her feel better, I would go but business is up my ass. Wait...that sounds wrong."

"Sure, why not? I mean it's either comfort a sobbing lady or go to Wendy's," I said, paying for my food then leaving. I know why he sent me to do it, I know he could have gotten someone to cover for him. But he wanted me to go because I am, in Tweeks words, the 'super highschool level comforter'. I don't get it but it means I'm good at it, or something. I walked to her house and knocked on the door, "Tweek bro's delivery," I heard footsteps then the door opened.

"H-hi Craig, I assume Tweek asked you to drop this off," she said, opening the door to let me in. "it was very sweet of him to send you to give me this," she opened the box and started smiling. In the box were some cupcakes, muffins and cookies.

"Oh uh Tweek sends his best regards and can't make it because and I quote, "Business is up my ass," end quote," Wendy was trying not to laugh.

"He said that?" she asked, laughing and eating.

I nodded, "yep, he's weird. Oh and he said that I am the...super highschool level comforter and he said you'd know what he meant. But I'm pretty sure he wants me to help you in anyway that I can, so I'm here to listen,"

Wendy sat on the couch and I followed her, "I just thought that Stan and I were good, ya know? But he was seeing Kyle for how long. I tried to talk to Kyle but he won't answer me. I seriously wonder if he wanted to hurt me or if Stan lied. Either is possible but I feel gross. I told him that I loved him and I let him kiss me and touch me," she explained, she looked like it was really grossing her out.

"I've already taken five showers and I still don't feel clean. What if this feeling doesn't go away?" Wendy asked me, crying.

"It will feel gross for a while but one day you'll wake up and feel fine. This could be in a week or in months. You're allowed to be upset about it, no one is telling not to be," I explained to her.

"But the worst part is that I don't know what I would have done if he told me that he had a crush on Kyle. I don't think I'd be mad, but I don't I would have fully encouraged him to go for it. Does that make me a bad person?" she asked.

I sighed, I didn't know how to answer, "No, when I was with Twe- I mean if I were to be with someone and they told me they liked someone especially if it was like your situation I would sit with them and just talk through everything to make sure that you and them understand the verdict you both chose. And I don't think I would have wanted my partner to be either me or them. They would have had to choose." I tried to explain, my words were jumbled and I was nervous because I almost let Tweek's name slip.

"Thank you Craig," Wendy said, smiling.

"For what?" I asked. I really wasn't that helpful.

"For listening to me without calling Stan an asshole every thirty seconds," her smile slightly faded, "Bebe and the girls are so pissed that all this week they've been shit talking him and telling me they want to hit him with a car,"

I looked at her, than the carpet, I didn't realize how badly she was affected. I feel bad for making jokes and getting $200 dollars from her suffering, "Sometimes you need to have someone to listen to, even if they don't say much- or anything- in response.," My phone vibrated.

Tricia: Can u come home please? Mum and dad are fighting again.

Tricia: about Analillia.

"Uh," I started, "I need to uh go, my sister needs me home," I stood up and started to walk out before Wendy grabbed my arm.

"Is everything okay?" She asked. I looked at her, then swallowed. "You look a little pale,"

"Yeah she just needs me to take her to the store for an assignment," I lied, "I can come back anytime you need though, here." I passed her a little piece of paper with my number on it.

She took it and smiled, "Thank you Craig. Now go help your sister. She is lucky to have a brother like you," she showed me to the door.

I waved bye and started to walk away. I turned back quickly, "you should also talk to Kyle," I told her. Wendy nodded and went back inside. Once I thought that Wendy wasn't watching I ran down the street. She only lived three blocks away from me so the run wasn't too bad. Once I got onto the yard I heard the yelling. Fuck. When I got in they were too busy yelling in the kitchen.

The last time they fought like this was about two weeks ago. I came home from Tolkien's and I heard them screaming. Dad was shit face drunk and mom was so blindly agneerd. She threw a vase at his head and he threw a beer bottle at her. She hit just beside him purposely and dad missed because he could barely stand straight. Tricia was in her room screaming to block the noise, she ended up losing her voice because of it. She was yelling like that for an hour before I came home.

I snuck past them and went upstairs to her room. She was in there blasting music. "Tricia!" I yelled. She looked at me and turned down the music.

"Hi," she had been crying. "They're so mad," Tricia said.

I extended my hand, "C'mon, let's go," she grabbed my hand and started walking. We passed our yelling parents, they didn't even notice. I'll text mom in a bit telling her we got out of the house.

"Craig?" Tricia said, as we walked down the sidewalk.

"Hm?"

"Where are we going?"

I looked down at her. She is a very strong girl but even the strongest people have a soft side, "Tweek bros. We can get some food and chill till they close,"

She smiled at me, "Okay," We walked in almost silence. Tricia and I spent hours in there, Tweek didn't ask why. I texted mom and told her we'd be back in a while. For hours there wasn't a response. When she did she was glad we werent there.