It's really you on my mind (Creek)

13. Where is This Going?

A/N) no but for real, where is this story going lmaooo
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Craig was over me, one leg and one arm on each side. He stared in to my eyes, waiting for me to answer why I left after he talked about Bebe. This was stupid, I should have never came out of my room.

I mean, not long ago, I was questioning if I should even trust Craig. Now, he had me trapped under him. I really wish this weird feeling I had in my stomach to go away now.

"I err- I don't know! You m-mentioned her boobs and got all weird man!"

"What teenager boy doesn't get 'weird' over boobs?" He laughed a little, still keeping his eyes on me. I guess he noticed that I wasn't laughing back at all.

"Wait, Tweek, Do you not like boobs?"

"AHH- C-Can we NoT tAlk AboUt tHis. GAh!"

"Dude. You're gay aren't you?"

I was speechless. Would that explain how I felt with Craig? That weird feeling was bubbling inside me as Craig still was on all fours over me.

"Wow, how did I not notice?" Craig said, finally getting off of me, but instead of going to lay on the bed again, we went the other way and got off. He flipped out his lamp, and used one of his hands to brush his hair back. He stopped facing me and kept mumbling to himself as he walked to the door of his room and opened it.

"Tweek, I think you should go."

"W-what? D-did I do something? It's r-really late at night too. Bad g-guys are out at this hour!"

"Just. Go. I'm sure Clyde will let you back in if you don't want to go home." He was acting so serious, it was scary. He was monotone quite a lot but this was different, he was completely shut off from me. He felt miles away even though we stood in the same room.

"Alright Craig." I connected two and two quickly. He obviously didn't want to be around someone who didn't like girls. I sighed and got up. At least Kenny's hood was still downstairs.

I left Craig's house in silence, there was nothing to say. I tried to keep it together. As I walked to Clyde's house, Kenny was running down the road. Kenny was out at 1 Am too?

"Kenny!" I shouted to him as he ran towards me and stopped in his tracks to stand in front of me.

"Woah. Didn't think I'd see you, heh." He scratched the back of his neck while answering.

"Yeah, me either." I sighed before continuing, " Can I s-stay with you? I know it's r-random. I j-just don't want to be around a-anyone right now."

"But you'd be around me and my family. And I wasn't really planning on going home tonight."

"Wha-"

"But sure! Come on Tweek, my house is this way." He said pointing behind him before he turned to walk that way. I followed him with no questions. Kenny has his own life outside of what I know, and same way the other way around.

Kenny's house was separated from the rest of town by train tracks. He lived in a dimly lit street with few other houses.

Kenny entered, what I assume was, his house's backyard. He pulled open a window in the house and lifted himself in, then turned around to help me. When we got in, I took in Kenny's room. Beige, with old paint. He had lots of posters of women hung up and many playboy magazines scattered around. He mattress later on the floor with a single thin blanket on it.

As Kenny shut the window, he took off his shoes and jumped onto his bed.  I took off Kenny's jacket and laid it folded up on the floor. I slipped into the bed beside Kenny.

Kenny stared at me with a smile on his face, almost as if he expected something.

"W-what?"

"Nothing~ Just most people refuse to sleep here."

"Oh, well... that's sad. But I'm just glad you let me stay so out of the blue. I j-just," I realized as I was about to tell Kenny what happened to me, how much it hurt.

What happened between him and Craig was anticlimactic for sure, but that bubbly feeling felt like it had been stomped on. Whatever. If I just could have been more normal, he'd never have even asked. I feel a tear start to drift from my eye. It hurts. Craig's face when he came to realize was so dark. He was disgusted by me.

Kenny hugged onto me, and tried to stop my tears. He didn't ask what was wrong. He was just, there for me.

After a while of burning eyes and wet cheeks, I did fall asleep. 

I woke up the next day, and Kenny fed me a stale pop tart, and walked me to Clyde's house to get my stuff. He did ask on the way, what actually happened that night. I decided it was best if Kenny didn't know, him and Craig were already at each other all the time. Craig was so complicated. I just can't read him, but why do I care? I could see now that Craig would not be my friend once school started. Nope, Craig was not going to be a friend or mutual at all. He would be a stranger. Why?

Because, Screw Craig Tucker.

Now, all I had to do, was keep him off of my mind.