You Make Me Sick [ Staig ]

-4-You Make Me Sick-4-

Stan immediately shut himself up after hearing Craig's words, locking gazes with the ravenette.
"What?" he cautioned, slowly speaking as he watched Craig turn his chin away, swatting his hand away from his cheek, which he slowly retracted afterwards.
Stan was genuinely shocked at what was coming from the stoic boy, he was frozen in his spot, he felt his heart stop beating in his chest before lifting a hand to cover his mouth. He felt like he was going to vomit, which wasn't a good thing at a time like this.
Stan quickly swung his legs over the side of the bed, lunging towards his open window and spilling his lunch over the side of the house. His head began to feel hot and heavy as he slowly turned his gaze to look at a shocked looking Craig, his tears stained and somewhat dried against his flushed cheeks, which he quickly wiped away with his wrist as he averted his gaze from him.
That wasn't very attractive.
Stan unpleasantly thought to himself as he wiped any saliva from the corners of his mouth, averting his gaze to look at the dark blue sky, which was almost pitch black except for a few faint stars sprinkled over the buildings.
He shook his head, turning to look over at a disappointed looking Craig sitting on the somewhat messy bed from the two moving around on.
"I didn't know I was.. that gross." He heard the faint words come from the ravenette, the teen softly laughing to himself as he stared down at the bed.
"No, Craig I- It's been like this since elementary school." He quickly began, before slowing down his pace of words, looking at him with a focused gaze.
"It sounds cheesy and weird but, I always end up vomiting in front of people I.. admire, I guess." He carefully finished, averting his gaze after uttering the last word as he began to feel his cheeks darken in embarrassment.
He only looked up when he heard Craig move off of the bed, the ravenette walking towards him as he felt his heartbeat pick up in his chest, pursing his lips as Craig stopped in front of him.
"I thought you were in love with Wendy, what happened?" He listened to Craig's slow, raspy voice question him, which Stan averted his gaze to the ground to, looking down at the both of their feet.
"That was a long time ago. I moved on." He responded in a quieter tone, the mention of the jet haired girl bringing back a few painful memories.
Craig fell silent after he let out his words, which Stan looked up to see a sympathetic expression, but relieved, icy blue eyes.
After giving it a second thought, Craig was actually a really emotional person. He replayed memories of Craig and Tweek way back in elementary school in the depths of his mind, he looked so happy and in love- but that ended abruptly in high school. The signature pair had a vicious break up which ended in Craig distancing himself and lashing out in class more than he always had, he seemed to talk to his friends less and less until he eventually became like his old self. Emotionless, unreadable, anything you can name that involves stoic isolation. Even right now, he could see so many emotions in the boy that seemed to have none, he didn't want to see him go through that heartbreak again.
Stan decided to let himself do what he felt was right, so he pulled the taller boy into a hug, holding him close and tight enough to hear the ravenettes heartbeat, which picked up dramatically at their contact.
He felt Craig's arms curl around him in an almost protective manner, as if he were fearful of Stan leaving his arms. He didn't mind, of course, his hold was warm and comforting in a way, plus Craig had a nice scent imprinted in his sweater, like the cold and crisp air that you can't get at any time except when you're outside on a late night doing whatever you please.
Stan shut his eyes, savouring the tight but warm feeling in his chest as he listened to the taller ravenettes heartbeat calm down, he obviously wasn't crying anymore, which was a good sign to him. He let his eyes open after a heartfelt moment, tipping his chin up to look at Craig's features, which had softened.
Craig's gaze was much calmer, he couldn't find any traces of hurt or sadness in his eyes, and although they looked cold they made him feel warm, comforted even.

He was blue but he didn't make him feel that way.

Stan didn't mind the silence between them at the moment, it wasn't awkward, it was more comfortable to him at the moment. He didn't need to say anything out loud but he knew Craig could feel his emotions through just sharing gazes, he could also hear his faint breathing which had significantly slowed to a calming pace. It was different than what he had experienced with hearing Craig's choked breathing and watching his hurtful gaze agonize into his chest, even the first time he saw the ravenette crying alone made his heart sink to the floor.
But right now, he could admire Craig's relaxed expression, a faint purple glow illuminating his face through his window as the sun had long disappeared over the mountains of South Park, which suited his features quite nicely. He lifted a hand to wipe any tears staining the ravenettes cheeks with his thumb, giving him a faint smile as he watched Craig lift his own hand to place it over his, returning with his own soft smile.
The action made Stans heart flutter, the others even slightly happier expression making his chest burn up with a proud sense of happiness, because he knew that he was responsible of making Craig feel better even for just a little while.
"You look nicer when you're smiling." Stan spoke up from their heartfelt silence, carefully lowering his hand from Craig's face as he watched his faint smile grow a bit more, which triggered a warm feeling to rise in his chest.
"You should stay the night, it's getting late." Craig recommended after a pause with a glance out the window at the dark sky illuminated by nothing but the moon and scattered stars, his smile short lived but the calm happiness in his gaze remaining.
"I'll let my parents know." He answered with a faint smile, lowering his hand from Craig's face to pull his phone from his back pocket, feeling the ravenettes arms unwrap from his torso upon doing so.
He sent a quick text out to his father, since he knew his dad would be more allowing than his mother to stay over at Craig's.
Staying at Craig's tonight.
He received a quick reply, which was obviously short and dumb, he had expected that from his father.
K use protection son.
He rolled his eyes at the response he got, stuffing his phone back into his pocket as he peeked over his shoulder to see Craig laid down on his bed, his most noticeable feature being his chullo removed to reveal the rest of his dark locks of hair.
He felt his heart flutter in his chest at the sight, knowing that it's rare to get a glimpse of the stoic boys head of hair. It was messy, but quite attractive in its own way with a few locks draping over his face from the position he laid in.
He quickly averted his gaze upon noticing Craig perk his head up to look at him, obviously having felt Stan staring at him from the end of the bed.
"Don't be scared to come lay down." He heard Craig's voice speak up from the bed, turning his gaze back towards him to see a slightly crooked smile on the boys lips that seemed to tease him.
"I'm not scared." Stan softly huffed in response, moving and climbing onto the bed to lay beside the ravenette, feeling his cheeks warm up.
He made himself comfortable, despite being in jeans, which didn't feel the nicest against the soft blankets that beckoned him to curl up in them.
Stan slipped out a yawn just at the thought of it, glancing over at Craig upon hearing a faint laugh from him as he slightly raised a brow.
"If you're tired, we can go to bed." The ravenette yawned himself mid-sentence, earning a small smile from Stan since he knew yawns were pretty much contagious.
"Alright, but before that- do you have any spare pyjama pants?" He mentioned, feeling slightly embarrassed by asking it, but he knew he would've brought some himself if he knew he was stopping by Craig's house.
"Oh, yeah. I have a pair." Craig responded with his eyes lighting up a bit at the mention, climbing out of the bed to retrieve some space-themed pyjama pants from his drawer, handing them to him.
"I'm pretty sure the bathrooms free, but you could change in here if you don't want to go all the way downstairs." He listened to Craigs mention, softly nodding to himself as he looked down at the pants decorated with stars and planets.
Dork.
He admirably thought to himself, before looking back up at the ravenette.
"I can just change here, it's only pants." He finally responded, softly smiling as he gently draped the pair of dorky pyjamas over the side of the bed, climbing off of it himself.
He was quick to slip on the pair of pants after removing his jeans, setting them aside on a nearby desk as he moved to climb back onto the bed, feeling much more comfortable than he was in jeans.
He glanced over at Craig to thank him, but froze up when he watched the ravenette remove his own jeans and carelessly toss them aside, before climbing into the bed along with him.
"You're- not wearing any pyjamas?" Stan finally spoke up after averting his gaze from Craig's black boxer briefs, hearing the other softly laugh.
"I mean, I just gave you the only pair I had, and I don't think I can sleep in jeans either." He simply responded, lifting the blanket to tuck his legs underneath it.
How the hell am I going to fall asleep like this?
He fretted in his mind, trying not to think too much of it as he felt his cheeks burn up a bit, turning his gaze back to Craig before hesitantly tucking his own legs under the warm blankets that seemed to almost immediately swallow him up in comfort.
He slowly laid back into the soft pillows at the head of the bed, letting out a soft exhale as he watched Craig switch off the lamp illuminating the room, watching the lighting of the room change to only be slightly lit up by the moonlight spilling in through the window, the faint glow lighting up Craig's dark bed and some areas of the walls.
He carefully turned his head towards Craig's figure, admiring the messy tangle of hair on his head as he somewhat hesitated, before lifting a hand to run his fingers through it, his eyes slightly widening at its unexpectedly soft feeling.
He quickly pulled his hand away upon watching Craig turn his head towards him, looking somewhat surprised at his action.
"Sorry." Stan quickly muttered, averting his gaze as he clenched his hand a bit upon the feeling leaving him.
He flickered his gaze back towards the ravenette upon noticing him shift to turn towards him, feeling his protective arms wrap around him.
"It's alright." He heard Craig's reassuring voice muffle through the blanket, the male tightening his grip around his waist as to hold him closer.
He paused as he looked down at his half-asleep expression illuminated by the faint glow coming from the window, admiring the look of his calmly shut eyes and dark locks of hair draped over some upper areas of his face, a content smile coming over his lips at the sight before he slowly tips his chin to peck the ravenettes forehead.
"Goodnight."