After All This Time

• Six •

I stepped into the door leading Craig in behind me by the hand, passing my father who seems to have fallen asleep on the couch. Karen was sat on the floor in front of the couch, she's fourteen now, over time she's learned how to deal with dad when he's drunk, I'm still not sure how. Kevin just fought with dad and I usually wasn't around, Kevin moved out last year, he lives with one of his friends he's like twenty now.
"Hey Karen." I whisper, she turns around and waves to me, noticing Craig she waves to him as well with a smile. I walk to my room with Craig trailing behind me, I bring him in and quietly shut the door. Craig groans and I turn to him with confusion on my face.
"I just realized I'm gonna be forced to sleep in jeans." He whines.
"No ones saying you have to." When I said this I hadn't realized what I'd accidentally implied, my face reddened. "I mean, um... Have you the time, good sir?"
"If you insist." Craig jokingly responds. I walk over and sit down on my bed before throwing myself back and laying down. "And it's twelve." Craig mentions, he walks to the bed and sits next to my limp body. "So how many other people have been in this bed..?" Craig runs his hand on the comforter, slightly worried.
"Like five." I reply.
"And how many have you fucked in this bed..?"
"Like four." I reply. "The other one is Karen, she used to sleep with me during thunderstorms." I lift myself slightly and turn onto my side, holding my head up with my hand. "Wanna make it five?" I raise my eyebrows jokingly at him. Craig rolls his eyes in response before throwing himself back on the bed next to me.
"How many of those were dudes?" Craig asks, that I had to think about for a second.
"Uh, one I think." I pause for a second and nod to myself. "Yea, one. There's a lot more straight chicks than there is gay dudes in the world."
"Can I ask who that one is?" Craig is suddenly very interested in my sex life, it's not really a secret but it's odd how unexpectedly curious he is. I'm not really sure if I should tell him the answer or not, I'm honestly not sure how he'll react.
"Definitely... Uhm." I let my arm drop and turn back to laying on my back, avoiding looking directly at him. "Definitely not your ex-boyfriend." I mutter. Craig laughs, I honestly hope he didn't take that as a joke.
"I already knew, I just wanted to know if you'd actually tell me." He admits.
"You already knew that?" I asked, a little confused.
"Yea, Tweek and I still talk sometimes." He mentions. I don't really want to push him since he seems to be in a good mood now but this flipped behaviour is weird to me.
"You really want to know where I've been." I point out and turn my gaze back to him, hoping that he takes it as a joke.
"I guess I just want to know what I'm getting into." Craig says turning on his side, he moves himself up a bit and in one smooth motion leans over me, placing his right arm next to my head, our chests are pressed together.
"What do you mean?" I ask playing along with what it is he's doing.