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

23

I wake up to find my limbs tangled with Tweek's. Our legs are knotted together and our arms are around each other, making it hard to slip out without disturbing him.

I take a quick look at his shoulder. His shirt is slightly bloody, but Porsche told us that bleeding is normal for a few days.

"Craig, you awake?" Tweek whispers, his morning voice all croaky and cute.

"Yeah," I whisper back, "I need you to get a bandage. You're bleeding."

Tweek detangles himself from me and rubs his eyes, groaning sleepily. I can't help but watch him.

"Butters probably put them in the kitchen with the rest of our stuff. You know the way, right?"

I nod, then reluctantly get out of the warm bed to find the kitchen.

It doesn't take me long to get there, and when I get closer I hear voices inside. My hand lingers over the doorknob, debating whether I should listen in or get the stuff Tweek needs.

I recognise the voices to be Karen and... Tricia?

"What would your brother think? What would my brother think?" I hear Tricia demanding in her stressed out voice. She takes a breath, "I Karen, we've known each other for, like, four days and somehow I feel crazy for you."

Fuck. Tweek wasn't kidding!

"Screw our brothers! They can't tell us who to date and who not to date, it's the apocalypse, man!" Karen tells her.

"Craig doesn't know I'm into girls. What if he flips out?"

I realise now that I never actually told Tricia that I'm gay. Whoops.

I take a deep breath and enter the room. Tricia almost jumps out of her skin and Karen looks like a deer in headlights.

"D-did you hear any of that?" My sister asks.

"Yup," I walk over to her and pull her into a hug, "Trish, if you want to be with Karen, go for it. I'll be happy for you no matter who you choose. I never actually told you, but I'm gay."

Tricia grips onto my shirt tightly, sniffling occasionally. She's not really a loud crier.

"Thank you." She whispers into my chest.

She pulls herself away from me, arms crossed and looking away from me, probably feeling embarrassed. She's always been that way.

I kneel down and start rummaging through the cupboards to try and find Tweek's bandages.

"What are you looking for?" Karen asks, sitting down beside me, legs crossed.

"Bandages. Tweek needs his replacing."

"I think they're still in Butters' room," she furrows her eyebrows as she thinks, "come with me."

She jumps to her feet and skips out of the room. I scurry after her, feeling embarrassed that I have to rush to keep up with a tiny ten year old.

Butters' room is on the opposite side of Karen's, but it isn't decorated or anything so it doesn't look like an occupied room. The door and walls are also covered in stickers which are covering arrow holes, so the door is a little hard to spot.

"Butters!" Karen says in a loud sing-song voice as she opens the door, "have you got the ba-"

She stops, a look on her face that's a mix of horror and disgust.
I peek into the room over her head and I'm pretty sure my expression matched hers.

Butters is sat on top of Kenny and the two of them look very sweaty. Thank god they've got a blanket covering them. It's clear they're fucking.

"Princess, you know that you need to knock when you come in here," Kenny gives a nervous smile, wiping their sweaty face with their hand, "we're having some... alone time."

Karen backs out of the room, closing the door as she backs up. She keeps walking backwards until the hits the wall, the horrified and disgusted look still present on her face.

"The backpack is in there but I don't fancy going in there again." She mumbles, her face completely red.

"I'll do it. You can go back to Trish." I pat her on the shoulder.

Karen nods and runs off. That child just can't walk, can she?

I knock loudly on the door and wait until I'm called.
When I enter the room again, they're lying next to each other under the blanket, still looking sweaty and embarrassed.

"I just want the backpack." I tell them.

I grab it and then leave as quickly as I can, shutting the door before I return to Tweek's room.

On the way there, I dig through the backpack for the bandages. I cringe as I notice the condom box has been opened, but spot the required items underneath the box. I pull a roll of bandages and a water bottle out, then drop the bag onto the floor outside Tweek's room.

When I go in, he's out of bed and gazing out of the window. The pit is still burning.

"Hey." I clear my throat.

Tweek jumps in surprise, but smiles when he sees me.

"I got the bandages," I hold them up, "are you ready to change them?"

He nods and sits on the windowsill. I go over and place the roll and the bottle next to him, then start carefully removing his shirt.

I find myself deliberately not looking at Tweek's chest or eye contact with him, but I'm not sure why. I mean, it's not like I haven't seen him shirtless before, and we're probably one kiss away from being considered a couple.

"Hey," Tweek says softly, "what's up?"

"Huh?"

"You look c-concerned," he states, "is something wrong? Is my wound infected?"

"No! You're fine. Don't worry. I just..." I trail off.

"Finish cleaning me up and I'll take you someplace nice where we can t-talk." He tells me.

"But you need to rest, Twe-"

He interrupts me by placing a finger on my lips.

"Trust me." He says with a smile.

So I do what he says. I clean him up and I try my best not to worry about him as he leads me out of the bedroom to the elevator.
He's in my shirt again since he doesn't really have much else and it makes me feel like I'm that type of boyfriend who gives his partner his jacket when they're cold.

"Here we are," Tweek nudges me with his elbow once the elevator makes a shaky stop, "the roof."

It's not the same part of the roof that the entrance is on. It's got a much nicer view, trees and nature as far as the eye can see.

"Wow." I gasp.

"Wow indeed," Tweek grins. He leads me to the edge of the roof and carefully sits down on the edge, leaving his legs dangling down. I sit beside him and I feel like I'm looking at the whole world from above, "I l-like to come here when I'm stressed. It makes you feel calm, y'know?"

I nod.

We sit in peaceful silence for a while, just appreciating the sounds of nature and the beautiful scenery in front of us. The trees sway gently in the light breeze and some leaves flutter around in the air.
I've lost all sense of time since the apocalypse has started, but I'm assuming it's autumn judging by the colour of the leaves.

"Craig," Tweek pulls me out of my thoughts, "we need to t-talk about us."

"How do you feel about me?" I ask him, turning the top half of my body to face him.

Instead of answering verbally, Tweek places a hand on my cheek and leans in. His warm lips press against mine and I smile.