Tomorrow's Today {A Creek Fanfiction} |COMPLETE|

Chapter 5- Bloody mess.

A/N: Just a small warning for all you queasy readers; this part will contain a bit of gore °~° if you do not like the subject, just skip over this chapter :3
Anyways, lets get on with the story!

The empty classroom laid in silence, the two people inside being engulfed in the soundless atmosphere.

After the awkward moment, Craig strolled towards the piano; in which Tweek sat at.
He approached the shakened blonde, pulling up a chair at the other end of said piano. His elbow rested on the smooth, dark roof of it, as for his head laid in his palm.

Tweek averted his eyes down to the keys, then back up at Craig's. "Oh God. . .are you stalking me or something?!" He said, worry heavily laced in his voice.

Craig gave Tweek an odd look. "No."

"T-then why did you come to the band room?"

This left Craig to think a bit. He himself didn't realize Tweek was in the room at the time. He only thought the band teacher or some shit was inside. Then again, what mostly drew his attention towards the bland room was the sound of the piano. The notes ringing out gracefully and peacefully. Similiar to a nighttime lullabye.

Shrugging, Craig replied with a neutral tone; "I heard someone playing the piano."

The two held eye contact for a quick moment, before Tweek hesitantly looked away. His expression furrowed into a frantic state.
His hands loosened the grip on his green dyed shirt, soon finding themselves rested against the cool keys of the piano.

"So, you're in band?" Craig asked, trying to stir up a conversation with his old friend.

"No. . ." Tweek trailed off. His eyes shifted from object to object in the room. Seemingly trying to avoid any eye contact with Craig.

"So. . .you just sneak into here and play the piano?"

"No, the band teacher just lets me use it. Sometimes." Tweek muttered. His blue-green eyes soon wandering over back onto Craig's.

"Oh." Craig said. He looked away from Tweek for a small moment.

He could tell Tweek felt slightly uncomfortable with this conversation. Or just around him period. Take the awkwardness in the air, for example.
Besides this, one question jumped around in the back of Craig's head. As much as he wanted to avoid the topic--mostly because Tweek's social circle was none of his concern--he just couldn't. The sickening curiosity bit at his head, as if the urgency of blurting out the question wasn't enough to make him burst.
Finally, he came to the conclusion to invade Tweek's school life.

"So, why do you hang out with Stan and them?" Craig asked, casually.

Tweek blinked a few times, contemplating whether to answer or not. This, only gave him a small case of suspicion.

"W-why would you want to know?" He asked.

"Just curious." Craig said, his eyes never leaving Tweek's.
Whilst under his gaze, Tweek shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"I don't know! They just seem. . .nice?" He responded. The heavy weight that pressed against his chest only pushed harder. As if he wasn't already familiar with his old pal; pressure.

"Nice?" Craig retorted, a small, half smile poked at his face. He looked at Tweek as if he were to be crazy--well, even crazier than he already was.

"Yeah." He said, "b-but its none of you're buisness, tree fucker."
The harshness in Tweek's tone amused Craig. As well, as the supposed 'insulting' nickname.