Unravel (Creek)

Chapter 4

"I didn't do anything," Butters pleaded with the secretary.  "I was helping out a friend."
     "Save it for principal," the security snapped.
      Butters sighed. "I'm going to get grounded."
      "S-sorry guys," Tweek stuttered. His face hurt so much. His olive hat gone.
      "Don't apologize, these pricks don't know who we are yet," said Kenny glaring at the group who was forced to sit across from them. It was amazing to see how after puberty Kenny really did sound like his alias mysterion.
        "We are from South Park middle school, heard of that?" Kenny asked, but the boys seemed anxious to reply.
      "What middle school are you guys are from?" Kenny continued, giving them death threats with his eye as he lean forward. "Well, I think you need medical attention," Kenny said, to the boy with the brown hair with a teasing smile this time.
       The door open to the principal's office and when they saw who had opened the door. The boys nearly passed out.
      "PC principal?" they said in unison.
       Pc principal sighed heavily, "Kenny, Tweek, Jason and Butter in my office." Then he turned to look at the boys across from Tweek and the guys.
       "Mrs. Martin please see that this kid gets medical attention ASAP."
        "It's Gordon," he replied.
         "Whatever," pc principal replied.
         "I-I need medical attention too," Tweek complained. Although his nose has stopped bleeding his face hurt like hell.
          "Anything broken?" Pc principal asked as he walk to his desk.
         "Yes, I think!!" Tweek cried.
         "You don't think, you would know," pc principal snapped. Tweek took the seat at the end closest to Butters. "First day of school, first day and my boys from my former elementary school are on the verge of suspension, what do you have to say for yourself?" Tweek and Butters swallow hard. 
         "What are you doing here?" Kenny asked. He couldn't wait to tell Eric. Those two have never really got along.
         "If you must know, I was asked to come on and get the school in order, since you guys are my boys I will let you go on a warming. I don't want to see you in my office again."
          "Promise!" Butters blurted.
          "You guys may go, Tweek go to the nurse's office,"
         As the boys was leaving he call the rest of Gordon's gang into his office.  
         Kenny and Butters walked Tweek to the nurse's office before heading to their last period class.
          "Thanks guy." Tweek told them.
          "No problem. We have to stick together here." Kenny said looking at the strange new surroundings-school before parting ways with Butters.
           When he entered the nurse's office emt has already arrived to get Gordan.  As they dragged him away, Tweek felt a little terrible. Just a little bit.

Tweek was told to sit on the bed as the nurse cleaned his face and checked to see if his nose was broken. She was an old woman with warm, caring eyes.
       "What is a handsome boy like you doing getting your face all beat up?" She asked. Tweek blushed, the only person who called him handsome was his mom.
      "It's always the pretty ones that get into fights. Those are the kids that get into trouble, waste of face," her assistant added.
      Tweek wanted to laugh but his face hurt so bad.  She put a bandage over his nose, gave him a t- shirt and told him he was free to go. Tweek pulled out his phone and saw so many text messages from Craig, Token, and Clyde asking where he was after Jason arrived to class and told them what happen.
        Tweek head at this point was killing him and couldn't and didn't respond to anyone. When he walked out the door Craig was there and he looked furious.
       "Who did this?!" Craig said, loudly.
        "Craig I am fine," Tweek said squinting, it was bright and his head was killing him.
        "Who. Did. This?!" Craig said getting directly in Tweek's face.  Tweek stared up at him, and just watch how emotional Craig got before he decided to press face into Craig's chest. Craig stiffen at first but then wrapped his arms around him and held him tight.
        Tweek's heart was beating so fast that he thought he could hear it outside of his body. He drop his bag that was still in his hand to hug Craig back.
        "Who did this?" Craig whispered, nuzzling his face in Tweek short hair. Tweek could faint from all the emotions that were running through him that very moment. It was things like this that confused him, how is this pretending and where should the line be drawn?
        "You should see what I did to his face," Tweek laughed. Craig inches away and smiled. Then he ran it hand through Tweek's short hair.
        "When did this happen and why am I now noticing it?" Craig asked and smiled, as he took a long look at Tweek for what seem like the first time ever. 
        "I wore a hat. Hate it?" Tweek asked, he felt so calm and in control. As he always felt around Craig and after his coffee withdrawal.
        "No. Complete opposite," Craig said. Then he ran his fingers through what was there. He did it twice and Tweek shuddered each time.
         When Tweek look up Craig was watching him, Tweek froze wondering if Craig realized his affect on him. Craig stared as if time had stopped, his eyes looked confused. An emotion Tweek has never seen his most logic friend make. Craig opened his mouth to say something but couldn't get the words come out. Then the bell rang and the day was over.
        "Come on, I walk you home." Craig said stern again.
         "Tryouts," Tweek replied.
         "There's tryouts tomorrow and all month," he said, "We will do it when you feel better."
          Craig took Tweek's bag and put it on his shoulder and then took his hand. With Craig's free hand he pulled out his phone and sent a few text messages. Tweek assumed he was texting the guys but he wasn't so sure.
        As they heading towards the exist, everyone he knew was waiting.
       "Fuck, Tweek,"  Eric blurted. "If it weren't for Kenny saying you nearly kill the kid, I would have thought you got your ass whip,"
        "Eric stop, this is serious," Token said.
        "Yes, I'm so seriously." Eric said, concerned.
        Tweek sighed, and Craig gently squeeze his hand.
       "Damn... Tweek," Kyle said, shocked. "Who is this kid?"
      "Gordon fucked up face," Kenny joked.
      Tweek hated the attention right now and wanted to just head home. 
       "So I guess Tweek is out today for tryout, are you still in Craig?"  Stan asked.
      Craig narrowed his eyes at Stan and just shook his head.
      "Ok, tomorrow then."
        As everyone, Stan and Craig's gang walked to get the bus stop students stopped what they were doing to check out Tweek face. Tweek lowered his eyes but lifted them when Craig hand tighten. Tweek looked up and to the side and leaving her group of friends to approach them was Jessie.
         Clyde and Token both walked off trying to avoid confrontation.
          "Craig..." Jessie called.
          "What?" Craig snapped. Jessie paused, she looked devastated by his response. She looked from Craig to Tweek then back to Craig.
           "Can we talk?" She asked.
           "I am busy," Craig hissed. Tweek can see that Craig was extremely uncomfortable. And the fact that Token and Clyde left helped confirmed the rumors. Tweek heart ached he wanted to pull his hand away from Craig and demand answer but couldn't. He couldn't, why get upset about a relationship that wasn't real to begin with. Tweek wanted to cry, but couldn't, his face was still numb.
           "Then when?"  Jessie asked.
           Craig sighed and walked past her dragging Tweek along. When they got on the bus, Craig refused to look at him. And for the first time Clyde and Token were quiet on the bus. Tweek could feel his anxiety rising again and his fingers started trembling. Everything hurt, his face, his inside that craves coffee and his heart.
          "What was that about?" Tweek finally found the courage to say.
           "It's not important," he replied, and said nothing more the entire ride home.
           The awkward silence continues 'till they got to Tweek's house. Craig handed Tweek his bag so he could find his keys. Tweek unlocked the door and walked in, he turn around and Craig had already turn to head home.
          "Craig,"
          "Yes?" Craig replied in a low tone, not even turning his head to look at Tweek.
           Tweek could feel water rounding in his eyes and quickly turned away. "See you tomorrow, Craig."
          Tweek locked all the bolts to the door and went into the kitchen and made himself espresso. His sore face itch with every tear that fell to his chin and one by one dropped to the floor.
          Craig will be mad, Tweek thought as he sat at the table with the espresso in front of him. Craig blamed his twitching, the fact that Tweek saw things, pretty much everything that was odd about Tweek to the amount of black coffee Tweek consumed each day. He said it wasn't healthy to drink coffee like it was water. Still, it was all Tweek ever knew.
          For the most part Craig was right, when Tweek was coffee free, he wasn't twitching, stuttering or seeing things.
         Tweek took a sip and it just felt right, he sob because he could not understand why drinking coffee was making him a little happy this very moment.
             Tweek patiently waited for Craig to return all summer. Like a love sick puppy just waiting, Tweek respected his space when all he wanted to do was hear his voice every minute of everyday. Now Craig is back, and it feels like he is still away. Tweek hated himself that very moment, hated that he had allowed himself to develop feelings for him. Tweek guessed he fell for the playing house syndrome. Living together makes you feel like you are married but you really are not. Pretending to be a couple when truly it was a lie.
        Tweek, after all, was the one who insisted that they get back together those years ago. For him it was simple because he realized the good person Craig was and how Craig inspired him to believe in himself. So truly it was never a lie for him.
        Tweek drank the hot coffee, and pushed his chair back and away from the table. He felt his heart racing, and couldn't breath. This was the first thing Tweek has had all day since he snuck a sip at 4 am in the morning.
             He could feel his head pounding and the room spinning, how he managed to get to his room was a mystery.
         Tweek found his phone and check for messages. Nothing, only tweets from the president. Tweek dropped the phone on the bed and shut his eyes when the room started to spin again.
          Picking up his phone once more he decided to message Craig.

To Craig:

  I thought that you respected me enough to want to get ahead of the rumors. Your behavior, although not strange, confirms them. I'm glad one of us had an amazing summer.

Tweek sent the message right as his batteries were dying.  When he realized where his charger was, he decided no one is texting him anyway and just pushed the phone off his bed and then went to sleep.