{Complete} Love is infectious ~ Tweek x Craig / Craig of the Dead fan fiction

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"Babe, what the hell did you do?" Kenny demands, but they're not angry at Butters, just the situation becoming harder and harder to escape.

"Everyone take some keys!" Butters pants, holding his hands open, ignoring Kenny's question, "just try to open the god damn minibus and ditch whatever doesn't work."

Everyone except me and Tweek grabs a key before running towards the minibus, trying not to trip over Sparky, who is running around everywhere in excitement.
They hastily jam the keys into the keyhole in the hope it will fit, and if it doesn't they toss it over their shoulder and try another one until they're out of keys, then the next person tries their keys.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Someone yells.

I look at the door to the garage and almost drop Tweek in panic.

Stood at the door are four armed guards, and they're not holding tranquillisers.

"Shit, go faster!" I shout, walking as quickly as i can over to the others so we can get in faster.

Karen tries to shove her key into the keyhole, but her shaky hands cause her to miss and drop it on the floor.
The guards have started approaching us at a jogging pace and they're going to be here soon unless Karen hurries up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She repeatedly apologises as she tries to pick up the key with her clammy hands. She manages to grab it and shoves it into the keyhole, "it works! I've got the key!"

She unlocks the minibus' door and Kenny pulls it open since we're in a hurry and she's weak.
By now the guards have caught up to us and they don't look happy.

"Excuse me, do you have permission to be using that vehicle?" One of them asks, a woman I think, "can we see your written permission slip from Mr Connor?"

"Sure," Stan shrugs, putting his hand into his pocket, "Here you go."

He pulls his hand out of his pocket as if pretending to be taking something out of it, but swings his fist instead and punches the female guard in the face.
She staggers backwards and trips over the foot of another guard. To try and stop herself falling, she grabs onto the arm of the guy next to her, which pulls him down with her.

The other two help get them to their feet and whilst they're distracted, Kyle grabs their guns and hands one to Stan.

Once they're all back on their feet, the two of them swing the guns at the back of their legs to knock them over, then hit them over the head like they're playing golf.

It's so stupidly ridiculous that it's like a cartoon, but we don't stop to laugh. We all rush into the minibus and sit down as quickly as we can. I lay tweek down on the back row of seats to keep his leg straight, then take a seat in front of him.

Stan shuts the door after placing Sparky down on one of the seats to sleep on and sits at the front in the driver's seat. He turns the keys which are already in the ignition and miraculously the minibus works. He steps on the gas so hard we all jerk backwards in our seats and doesn't slow down until we're at least half an hour away from Mitch's place.

"Thank g-god we're out of there," Tweek tries to sit up, but it moves his leg too much so he stays where he is, "I honestly thought we were going to be captured again and killed or something."

"Agreed, but Stan's weird idea tricked the guards and got out of there." Kenny grins.

"How are you feeling, honey?" Butters asks Kenny, and for a second I worry that he's hurt.

"The same as last time, like your adorable girlfriend." She smiles, reaching for Butters' hand.

They're sat on opposite sides of the bus since in the heat of the moment they didn't care where they were sat.
Butters gets up from his seat and sits back down beside Kenny. They start making out, so I look away to give them some privacy.

"Where's Tricia?" I ask, panicking.

"She's at the front with Karen, don't worry," Tweek points to the front of the bus where I can see a bit of my sister's ginger hair, "they seem to be getting on really well. Like, really well."

"Are you implying that they like each other?" I raise an eyebrow.

"N-Not at all," Tweek shakes his head, "I'm telling you they like each other. I even asked them b-both while you were getting cleaned up. Both admitted they have a teeny crush, but they haven't told the other."

"But Trish hasn't known Karen for that long. How can they like each other already?"

"Love at first sight, I g-guess," Tweek shrugs with his good shoulder, "you should know a thing or two about that."

"W-what do you mean?" I ask, feeling my face heating up.

Tweek laughs.

"Nothing. Tricia just t-told me a story about you and some science teacher."

"Damnit," I roll my eyes, "she swore not to tell anyone."

Tweek reaches over and puts his hand over mine, wincing in pain as he sits up.

"I won't tell anyone." He smiles.

I feel my face heat up again and I feel the sudden urge to kiss him. But I couldn't, that would just be weird! Especially since I don't even like the guy, he's a total douchebag... a super hot douchebag.

Before I can stop myself, I'm leaning so far across my seat I think I'm going to fall off it, one hand on his cheek and my lips on his. My other hand is clinging to the seat so I don't fall.

We pull apart quickly and I notice his cheeks are as red as mine feel, but he doesn't look mad or anything. He looks like he enjoyed it.

"C-Craig, I-"

"Ah shit!" Stan yells from the front of the minibus, ruining the moment. We've stopped moving, "well the good news is we're almost home. Someone just needs to run back and grab some gas."

Nobody offers to go. I mean, why would you? Leaving on your own could be dangerous, especially as we're all cut up and even the faintest scent of blood can attract the zombies.
Eventually, Kenny pulls herself away from Butters and grabs her sniper rifle from under the seat.

"I'll go." She sighs.