☆Together☆ Creek (Craig x Tweek)

Chapter 33

This week was kind of hell for Tweek. He was scrambling to get things done.

He had assignments due, mostly since school was almost over.

He was using his free time to try and make cupcakes and mini pretzels. Which was kind of hard for a teenager that knew nothing about making pretzels.

So, either Tweek's pretzels were undercooked or overcooked. It was kind of stressful.

Plus, Clyde was kind of getting annoying, but Tweek could never get mad at him. It was kind of just how he was.

So, on Friday, Craig, Tolkien and Clyde. They weren't really there to help, just taste testing snacks. Jimmy couldn't come that day.

So, After Tweek gave them all a cupcake and a pretzel. After they all ate it, Tweek waited expectantly for their opinion.

"Bro... when did you learn how to bake? These are great!" Clyde asked.

Tweek shrugged, he couldn't really remember, he just remembered being told to do it one day and he did it.

"These are awesome..." Tolkien said in awe.

Tweek looked at Craig, who was oddly quiet. Craig was just there, slowly munching on the pretzel. It seemed like he was savoring the taste.

"This is the best thing I've ever tasted." Craig mumbled, staring at Tweek's eyes in awe.

Tweek turned bright red. It meant a lot coming from Craig for some reason.

"Y-you guys can take the rest. I- uh.. need to finish making stuff, y'know?"

Clyde grabbed a couple more cupcakes, and he and Tolkien made their way over to the front door, "Thank's Tweek! Sorry about your dad, if you ever need to talk, you can call me!" Clyde called out to Tweek before leaving.

Craig stayed back with Tweek for a moment.

"Are you feeling okay?" Craig asked.

"Y-yeah. I feel fine. Not completely fine, but fine enough." Tweek admitted.

"Are you sure? You seem so.. unbothered by everything." Craig admitted his concerns for Tweek.

"I don't know why I'm so unbothered. Maybe it's because he's part of the reason I'd been a caffeine addict for a majority of my life, or because he had a meth lab in our basement, or that he wasn't really there when I was little." Tweek rambled.

"So, you don't really care about him?" Craig asked.

"Of course I care about him. He's my dad! I just don't have much to appreciate, I don't have much to remember about him."

Craig nodded in understanding, "I get it, I guess." Craig said, "Do you want me to stay?" Craig asked.

"It's fine. You can leave." Tweek reassured Craig.

Craig nodded and then left the house rather quietly.

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The next morning Tweek got up earlier than he probably ever had since he moved. It was 5 am and Tweek got up and started baking.