Why Not Both?

Chapter Eight

When Tweek snuck into his house this time the next day when Kenny had convinced him, he somehow didn't think his parents had realized he'd been gone that time. Thank god. Probably because the shop was super busy and they forgot he existed like they did every so often. He preferred being forgotten by his parents, honestly. He tried to decide whether he should steal his phone back or not. He decided to take it because he'd paid for it with the tiny amount of money he'd earned.

Thankfully, on Monday morning his parents agreed to let him go back to school when he straight up told them it was illegal for them to not let him go so he walked to school. He was and wasn't looking forward to seeing and talking to Craig.  He'd been over thinking and planning what to say, how to explain why he'd been that way.

Tweek walked into the school and was so much more jumpy than he usually was. He'd drank so much coffee from the shop this morning, trying to make up for how much worrying he'd done and how exhausted he was. He'd had something so important to him taken away by those assholes. He wouldn't ever be the same again. It wasn't something that would ever be able to be entirely repaired, either. He bit his lip as he thought. He had flinched away from Kenny so many times that day and morning. He'd flinched at his parents, but that was normal. The two people he trusted more than anyone was Craig and Kenny.

Out of nowhere, some kid accidentally elbowed his own arm. Tweek flinched, jumping about a hundred feet up and the opposite direction. He made a noise and tried to be as normal as possible as he made his way through the crowd of people in the hallway. He clutched his coffee and breathed heavily as he made it into the classroom. He walked even more nervously than usual into class and sat beside Craig like usual. He looked over at him with wide eyes.

"Hi, C-Craig.." he stammered. Craig was quiet. He had honestly been dreading going to school today because of Tweek. What was he going to fucking say? How could he apologize? Should he? Fuck. Craig nearly left the room when he saw Tweek come in and sit next to him. His heart pounded a bit, but he did his best to ignore it and gathered his notebook and things to lay them out.

"Hey," Craig replied with that monotone voice of his. Tweek felt his eyes tearing up a little and he already couldn't do this. He ripped at his hair and bit his lip before speaking.

"I'm sorry about- about yelling at you this weekend. Ack! I- I didn't mean to get angry it just frustrated because of the terrible day which left my emotions all over the place and I- I'm really fucking sorry, Craig. You're my best friend and I didn't mean to make you hate me... I just had a-a rough day and I'm sorry.. if you don't want to be my friend because you hate me, it's- I'll understand, but I'll be sad. You're the best friend I've ever had. Sorry," he stuttered through tears and a breaking voice. Craig's eyes widened as he listened to Tweek ramble. Wow. He didn't expect that. Let alone, he didn't want Tweek to be the one apologizing. He should've, not Tweek. Craig was the jerk here, not him.

"Tweek,I don't hate you. You're my best friend, too, and I care for you a lot. I was just....worried as hell about you and got upset because, well, I'm an idiot. That's why. I should be the one apologizing. I was acting dumb. Especially with what you just went through and I'm sorry...I couldn't have been there to help you first. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm just glad you're okay..." Craig said with his voice cracking a bit at the end of his ramble. He tried not to tear up from the emotions he was feeling all at once. He was just grateful that Tweek wasn't upset with him. Tweek looked at Craig with shocked big eyes. He was apologizing, too? He didn't hate Tweek? Thank god because Tweek couldn't deal with fighting with Craig on top of everything else. He fought the urge to hug him right then only because they were sitting and it was in class and all.

"C-can we just agree that we're both stupid? Thank god because I really hate fighting with you, Craig," he admitted and sent a grateful smile. "Thanks for understanding."