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

Chapter 17- Karma, No Swiping.

Before Tweek could finish his sentence, Craig's phone began to ring.
The two looked at eachother for a moment more, before Craig fished the device from his front pocket.
The caller ID blinked profoundly, with the name Token on the front.

"Y-you should answer that." Tweek said, his eyes darting from the phone screen, to Craig. To of which, Craig did.

"Hello?" The other end said, a muffled crash coming soon after.

"Why are you calling me?" Craig asked, dryly.

"Nice to hear you too, Craig-" Token was soon cut off. "Craig! Craig are you there?"

Craig sighed, shaking his head. He took one last glance at Tweek--to whom was preoccupied, watching the cars zoom by--then focused his attention back to the phone.

"Yeah, I'm here, Clyde."

"Well...we kind of got kicked out of the Taco Bell...so, do you want to come over and buy us some Taco Bell?"

Of course Clyde got kicked out of Taco Bell. Although the boy wasn't a taco addict, he couldn't resist the certain fast-food restaurant. Craig knew Clyde was reckless and snappy; but he honestly didn't think he'd be kicked out of a restaurant. Especially one as laid back as Taco Bell.

"Well, how'd you do that?" Craig questioned.

This time, it was Token who spoke. "Well, the cashier mixed up his order, and gave him a spicy, mini quesadilla instead of a taco. So, he began to get into an argument, then called the cashier a whore. She told her boss, and now were not allowed there anymore."

Craig wasn't phased.

He let out an agitated sigh, and looked back over at Tweek. Surprisingly, he was petting a mangy looking cat.

Honestly, Craig could care less about the problems his friend's had. True, that could've made him a bad friend, but it wasn't entirely his fault. Clyde shouldn't have made a big deal over his order, and call the cashier a whore. Besides, Token was there; he could've stopped Clyde from doing anything stupid.
Even though they were his friend's, Craig would've rather stayed with Tweek. Just the thought made his heart tingle.

"That's you're problem, not mine." And with that, Craig hung up on Token before he could protest.

On cue, Tweek jumped up from his current crouching position, and faced Craig. His hand had multiple dirt smudges on it, as cat fur glued to his pants. As for the pitiful creature alone, it began to rub up against Tweek's leg.

"W-was that Token?" Tweek asked, anticipation surrounded his dull voice.

With a pause, Craig nodded his head. Which he soon joined at Tweek's side, bending down to reach his hand out towards the small creature. The feline acknowledged it for a second, then rubbed the side of it's face against Tweek's leg once more.

A bit irritated that the cat preferred Tweek more than him, Craig looked up at Tweek. "You know it could have a disease, right?"

"What?!" Tweek exclaimed, stepping away from the mouse-eating animal. Which only resulted in it to follow him. A strange noise arose from the back of Tweek's throat. "Shoo!"

Craig smiled triumphantly--he stood up. The rush of scaring or angering people always delighted him. Craig already knew he managed to scare Tweek; besides, it was easy.

"Plus, cat fur can give you rashes." Craig pushed further, his smile soon turning into an impish one.

Stopping in his tracks, Tweek gave Craig an unimpressed look. He frowned.
"Lying sends you to hell, Craig!"

Casually, Craig shrugged. "Twitchy people go to hell also."

By this point, Craig could tell he hit a nerve.
Tweek knitted his eyebrows together, an indignant look cracking across his face.
"Take you're guinea pig...and...and shove it up you're ass, Craig!" Tweek exclaimed.

"You'd like me to do that, wouldn't you, Tweek?" Craig replied, his tone having the appropriate amount of nastiness in it.

Tweek made another strange noise, his hands tugging a handful of his untameable hair. "A-are you assuming my sexuality?!"

"Maybe." Craig said, shrugging once more. "Have you kissed anyone before?"

"Of course I have!"

"Who?"

Tweek fell silent for a moment, before mumbling; "Sally Darson."

"From the fourth grade?" Craig asked, amused by the answer. "Isn't that the girl who sold kisses for $5.00?"

"Y-yeah." Tweek said, his gaze drifting down onto the floor.

By now, Craig couldn't contain all the hysteria he held inside; so, he began to laugh. Which those small laughs, turned into more hysterical ones.

"Shut up, Tree Fucker." Tweek snarled, his wary eyes narrowing.

Craig settled down his laughter for a moment. He already knew the nickname--due to the fact Tweek used it yesterday. "'Tree Fucker'? Well, if you think about it, that's actually impossible."

"Don't use that logic shit on me, man!" Tweek exclaimed, pointing his index finger in Craig's direction.

"Calm down, Diablo," Craig said, earning a confused glance from Tweek. In Craig's opinion, the nickname suited him well. He was as shaky and snappy as a chihuahua, but he can also be a bit extra sometimes. In other words, as troublesome as an imp.

Once the sunlight leaking into alley way began to soon die down, Craig knew that it would be dark soon. If his plan worked out fully, he could get Tweek to safety, then wake up to a tomorrow; not another repeat of today or yesterday.

Without another word, Craig grabbed Tweek's hand gingerly. He would've just simply grabbed it with a tight grip, but he didn't want a spazzing Tweek. The feeling of holding the boy's hand shot butterflies into Craig's stomach. Who knew someone like Craig could've gotten butterflies from a restless, fidgety boy? Well, apparently Craig's brain had a small screw loose.

Seeming to get the message, Tweek followed Craig--Craig was obviously leading the way.

The two didn't speak a single word on their journey; instead, they just enjoyed the presence of each other. The single presence that will lead them to a wonderful life. But, it was the same presence that will lead the two oppostites down a broken, dark path.
Already, Craig could hear karma singing behind Tweek: say you're final goodbyes, my dear, lost children.

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A/N: I know, I know. I am a liar. Is it a bad thing I can't help but to write more of this story? Its kind of hard when you have millions of ideas swarming you're head.
Besides, my plans were cancelled today...

Do you guys think I update too much?

Anyways, hope you enjoyed the story.