Without you (Creek Bunny Style)

Chapter 7. The Basement

''SLAP!!''

The sound echoed through the room a few times. It was silent as everyone looked for where the sound came from.

Tweek POV

I was shaking with my eyes held tightly closed when he did it. He pressed his lips against mine and I didn't know what was happening. I opened my eyes to see Craig Tucker, the boy I wanted to kiss every day for years, actually kissing me. I didn't know if this was a delusion from drinking so much, or if I was just going insane. Either way, I didn't care. I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to enjoy something that felt so real, even if it was just in my head. I pressed my lips up against his and deepened the kiss, letting my eyes close slowly. I parted my lips begging for him to do the same. I felt his tongue lick across my lower lip and we pushed into the kiss stronger, allowing each other full access. I felt his tongue wrestling against mine in a passionate way I have never known before.

After what felt like eternity we broke apart. I laid there with my eyes closed, just panting, trying to catch my breath. When I opened my eyes, I expected to be somewhere else, waking up from a dream, but I wasn't. I was still in his lap. He was looking down at me, confusion in his eyes. I don't think he even knows what he just did. It happened so quickly, I barely know what just happened myself.

''SLAP!!''

Our stare broke as the sound echoed through the room. We both looked away from each other to find where that sound came from. We looked around the room. Kenny was making out with Butters.. When did he get here? Then we saw Stan and Kyle staring at the other side of the room. We turned to see what they were looking at. It was Wendy and Cartman. His cheek was bright red.

Wendy had just slapped Cartman across the face. He looked stunned and a little hurt. She was red with anger. She got up off his lap where she was sitting, grabbed his wrist, and yanked him to his feet. ''If you're going to be like that, then get the fuck out asshole!'' She was yelling at the top of her lungs. He was a little confused. He was rubbing his cheek as he walked up the stairs and out of the basement. She sat back down with her arms crossed and started pouting silently.

''What the hell was that about?'' Kyle asked. I was curious too, but I wasn't brave enough to get involved with that. Wendy looked around and saw most everyone staring toward her. ''He saw Craig and Tweek and...'' I thought to myself for a moment.. 'He saw us what..?' My mind was blanked from that startle. I just finished processing what he saw, and that this wasn't a dream. I looked up at Craig, then started shaking again. I felt like the little bubble of happiness I was just in had popped. Craig was looking at her very confused. ''What did he say..?'' Craig asked her. She looked at him, basically calling him an idiot with her eyes. Stan smacked his palm to his forehead. ''The asshole said 'Great, more fags'.''

Craig POV

I felt Tweek start shaking, but after that comment it got way worse. This was obviously upsetting him. He must not like being called that at all. I looked into his eyes trying to figure out what to do to calm him down. He was scared more than I had ever seen him before. I didn't know what was the right thing to do, but I knew I wanted him to feel safe and calm again. That's when it hit me! I knew exactly what would calm him down!

I pulled Tweek more onto my lap so he was more sitting than laying, resting his head against my chest. Then I grabbed the pipe and lighter sitting on the end table next to me. With my arms somewhat around Tweek, I light the bowl and took a deep draw filling my lungs full. Then I quickly set them back down and grabbed Tweek, placing one hand on the back of his head, the other on his cheek to help relax him. I pushed our lips together, making sure there wasn't any gaps or opening, and started breathing the smoke slowly into Tweek's lungs.