Not Anymore [Creek] °COMPLETED°

Chapter 1 {Finally an end}

First of all, this is a boy x boy story, and it's about Craig and Tweek from South Park. I do not own the picture. Credit to the original artist! This is also MY story, so if it's like another story, I apologize. I did not steal any ideas. It's my first story, and I'm a 13 year old girl, who doesn't even speak english as their mother language, so I apologize for my english :/ Enjoy?🤔

Tweek's P.O.V.

Someone was knocking on my door..
Oh J-Jesus! A murderer? Oh my god, that's t-too much pressure, I don't want to die this young!

"God Dammit, Tweek! Open the door!"

C-Craig?
I walked up to the door and gently opened it. It nearly hit my face, because Craig was literally shoving it out if his way.

"Tweek, I have great news. We can stop now! We can stop pretending to be a couple! Oh man, finally, I was getting so sick of it. Isn't this fucking fantastic?"

But-..
"Ohh, cool.. W-Why's that? So Suddenly.."

I twitched a little and then smiled.
"Yesterday, someone moved next to us. It was a gay couple! And they are younger than us. It's been 6 years, no one cares about us anymore! We can finally be free."

I was actually really s-shocked to hear these news. The time, I spend with him as his "Boyfriend" were kinda nice. C-Can't say that though, that sounds gay..
Well, I think I'm kinda g-g-gay. Since 8th Grade, there was something.. Weird.
Not my addiction to c-coffee, not my c-c-crazy ass hair sticking up in 20 different directions, no.. Like.. A strange feeling in my stomach? Whenever I was near Craig, my heart began to a-ache.
I think, this is was people call l-love..
I do not want to love him though.. Because I know, h-he doesn't like me b-back..

"Dude, are you even listening?"
Craig stared at me for a while.

"Uhh, n-no, I'm sorry.. R-Repeat it?"
He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"I said, we can act normal now. Being gay is weird anyway, I don't want to be like that."

Suddenly, my heart began to hurt real bad. Like someone just stepped on it.
Is that what he thinks of us?

"Yeah..", I whispered, "me n-neither.."

I looked at the carpet. And then at the painting at the wall. Everything to avoid Craig's eyes. I couldn't show him my pathetic face.
I couldn't show him my weak face.
I couldn't show him, how hurt I was.
Tears welled up in my eye.
Fuck.. H-hide them.. I'm such an i-idiot..

"Uh.. Tweek? What's wrong? Are you alright?"

I appreciated his thoughtful question.
Come one, Tweek. Show me your best fake smile.

I managed to grin and chuckle a little, trying to make it as believable as possible.

"That's great news, Craig! I'm happy. And yes..

I'm fine."