Not Together (Complete)

Skinny

---Craig's pov---

I stare at him as he gives me a nervous and confused look.

"You're really skinny," I say starting to let my hands wonder over his body again.

He shivers as I retrace his ribs one by one again.

"Y-Yeah..." He says looking down at my hands, a sort of sad look on his face.

---Tweek's pov---

He's probably just worried about my health. Or maybe he's disgusted by how skinny I am. Maybe he's wondering how I'm not dead yet.

His hands suddenly slip past my waist and wrap around me, resting barely above my butt and pulling me closer to him.

I drag my hands down his chest slightly, and look up at him.

His eyes are already staring at me.

We stare at each other. Our eyes locked.

"Your twitching stopped," Craig states sounding bored.

What if he thinks I'm weird now that I stopped twitching because he near me.

"Y-yeah..." I said breaking eye contact and turning my head to look at the wall.

I feel Craig's right hand ghost up my torso and my neck to cup my face. He turns my head towards him.

Then, he starts leaning closer to me. I take in a shaky breath and stare at him as he does.

Then, he stops. Pulls away from me and let's go of my waist.

He grabs his jacket off the ground, and slings it over his shoulder, "Bye."