The Only Star I See Is You (Creek)

Fame. (Pt. 1)

(TW: this chapter includes SH and depression)

Enjoy :)

CRAIGS POV:

Me and my friends are finally in the 8th grade and I couldn't be any happier. Being considered "top dog" in school is soooo cool, but Tweek wasn't as excited as he said he was. I always try to look out for Tweek and he seemed a bit off lately so I was kind of stressed, but knowing him, he's probably okay. I'm going to his house today after school, maybe he will tell me what's bothering him.

(after school)

TWEEKS POV:

*DING DONG*

"Tweek! Your little friend is here, come answer the door!" my mom yelled. "AGH OKAY!" I blurted out. Ugh I'm such a mess! Craig is here and I'm not even ready! I have to clean up this dump of a room. I run downstairs, almost stumbling but I caught myself. I open the door and greet my boyfriend. "Hi Craig!" I said a little too loud. "Hey Tweek", I walked him up the stairs and into my bedroom. "I'm so sorry for the mess, I meant to clean up earlier but I kind of ran out of time and you showed up and I-" I started. Craig cut me off with a kiss. His warm, soft lips where enough to calm me down. "It's okay, you don't need to clean up just because I'm coming over. You know how messy my room can be," Craig chuckled. He always knew how to make me smile.

"So, what's been going on?" Craig asked curiously. "I-it's nothing", I said but he wasn't having it. "Come on Tweek, you know you can tell me anything. Did I do something to upset you?" My boyfriend said in a soft voice. I start tearing up. "Hey hey hey, it's okay Tweek" Craig hugged me comfortingly. "*sniff* I-I'm moving... on Friday", I couldn't control my sobs at this point. Craig hugged me tighter. "It's going to be okay" His voice cracked a little. He was crying. The only time he had ever cried in front of me is when he found out his little sister died. "I'm so sorry, I-I only found out about this a few days ago and I really didn't know what to do, I'm so sorry Craig." I sobbed. Craig let go of me and looked into my eyes. His teary eyes stared at mine. 

We intertwined our hands with one another, never letting go. Both of our foreheads touching while we cry together. All we could think of is what we've been through, and... 

...what now?

That was the last I remembered before I moved. I'm 23 now and it seems like the world loves me. Yeah, I've written a couple of songs after our departure but now I have to go to all of these celebrity things and it's still scary. So many people would die to meet me? I just don't understand, why would people fangirl over a spaz like me? I told my bartender all of what was on my mind and he tried cheering me up, but it didn't really help due do him trying to get on my good side so he can get a bigger paycheck. "People love you because you're.. well really handsome and they just find you iconic. They love your music so you should love the support!" He was so not making this better but his words stuck to me. I guess I should learn to love all the fame. After having a few drinks, I left the bar. Feeling a bit tipsy, I went to my room and started writing. 

'leaving you with more memories to be made a hole dug into my heart as you start to fade'

'Ugh, this is stupid!" I crumbled up the paper I was writing on and threw it into my over flowing trashcan, already filled with pieces of paper. I closed my notebook then someone walks in. "Hey Ari.", Ari is my assistant or butler or whatever famous people call them. "I heard a frustrating noise while I was walking down the hall to the third floor, is everything alright?" Ari said politely. "Yeah, everything is fine. I'm just having a little trouble writing", I sighed. "Oh, okay. Do you need anything?" Ari tilts her head. "Nope, but thanks Ari." I said, looking at her. "N-No problem sir!" She closes the door after she started looking like a cherry tomato. Ari is sweet but damn, she knows I'm gay and she's still obsessed with me. But aside from all of that she's really nice and a good friend too.

CRAIGS POV:

It's been years since Tweek moved. We have phones now but I can't even contact him since I got one shortly after. All this time I've been wondering what he has been up to until one of my room mates ran over to me shoving his phone in my face. "Tolkien! Calm the fuck down what do you want!" I got pissed but then I looked at his phone. I snatched his phone and looked more closely at it. "TWEEK IS A FUCKING POPSTAR?!" I screamed at Tolkien. We both smiled at each other. "Bro! You need to go to California right now!" Tolkien yelled, waking our other room mate up from their nap or whatever. "Tolkien, I'm too poor. Look where I am right now. I'm in Colorado living with three other people I've known since elementary school." I sighed. "Plus, he's probably forgotten about me by now." I looked down at my hands. "Come on man, I'm sure he hasn't forgotten about you! Plus aren't we taking a trip to California for one of our majors?" Tolkien cheered me up a little. "Yeah." 

Tolkien walked back to the couch while I tried to search up Tweeks name on any social media platform I could find. I was shocked. Tweek has millions of followers on every app. I was curious what type of music he sings and stuff so I obviously searched him up on Spotify. Two albums each containing six songs. I listened to them. Wow, he's really moved on huh. All of these songs are about love. He's forgotten about me. I couldn't help but relive the memories of when Tweek moved away. That Friday when he moved, I couldn't deal with all the emotions I had. Faint scars from when I was 13 had turned into fresh cuts now. I suck in air through my teeth, as my cuts where getting exposed to the air. The more I did it, the more it burned. I went to the bathroom and got into the shower to get my mind of things. The hot water dripping down my arms burned even more as I watched the clear water turn red. I got out of the shower when I stopped bleeding. I put on a blue jacket and some sweats, then laid down on my bed, listening to both albums on repeat. I had cried myself to sleep. 

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