•The Curse•

ch. 15

No one's POV

He grumbled as he stood up and began to gather their belongings. He shot a glare at Molly, still irritated at her actions. But he tried to push his frustration aside, focusing on getting ready to leave as Tweek had suggested

Tweek, meanwhile, was trying to wring the water out of his hair and clothes. He was still shaking off the sleepiness, and the cold water had done little to help him wake up fully

Craig: "You alright, Tw -"

He paused mid-sentence, catching himself just before using the affectionate nickname he had for Tweek. He cleared his throat and tried to sound as normal as possible.

Craig: "Er... Are you okay, Tweek?"

Tweek: "Yeah, I'm fine."

Craig nodded, relieved that Tweek didn't seem to notice his near slip-up. He continued gathering their things in silence, trying to ignore the pang of disappointment at not being able to call Tweek by his pet name

Just then, Molly's voice broke the silence

Molly: "Just kiss already and get it over with it."

Craig whipped his head towards Molly, a mixture of shock and annoyance on his face

Craig: "What are you, a five year old? We're not just gonna kiss just because you said so."

He shot a quick glance at Tweek, wondering if he had overheard Molly's comment. Tweek seemed unbothered and was busy examining his damp clothes, seemingly oblivious to what was being said

Craig took a deep breath and tried to ignore Molly's relentless teasing. He finished gathering their things and turned to Tweek

Craig: "We good to go, Tw-uh I mean, Tweek?"

Tweek: "Yeah."

Craig gave a small nod, trying to ignore the fact that he almost slipped and called Tweek by his nickname again. He gestured for Tweek to grab his things, and the two started making their way to the carriage

Molly, who had finished feeding the horse, followed closely behind and couldn't resist adding one more teasing comment

Molly: "Don't forget to have a nice long make-out session when I'm not looking!"

Craig shot a glare over his shoulder at Molly, his patience wearing thin

Craig: "Shut up, Molly. It's too early for your nonsense."

Tweek was ahead of them, blissfully unaware of the back-and-forth bantering. He climbed into the back of the carriage and began making himself comfortable as if he didn't have a care in the world

Craig couldn't help but steal a glance at Tweek, admiring his nonchalant attitude. He felt a pang of affection for him, wishing he could just go up to him and hug him. But he resisted the urge, knowing that Molly was still right behind them, watching and waiting for the slightest slip-up

The trio rode in silence for a few moments, the sound of the horse's hooves clopping on the ground and the creaking of the carriage wheels, the only sounds breaking the quiet. Molly occasionally hummed a tune to herself, seemingly happy with the events of the morning so far. But Craig and Tweek remained quiet, each lost in their own thoughts

It wasn't until they had been riding for a few hours that Molly turned around and looked back at Craig and Tweek. She opened her mouth to say something, but then her expression suddenly darkened, as if she had seen something in the distance

Molly: "Ah shit. We're dead."

Craig's stomach dropped as he saw the look on Molly's face. He quickly leaned forward to see what she was looking at, anxiety prickling in his chest