The good the bad and the dirty

18~Tweek

A nice long chapter. Finished at 2:45am noice.
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I ain't doing shit.
I am not giving him a picture of a male celebrity because then he'll think I'm gay. But we've kissed at least twice today so he already thinks that.
I'm really confused.
I thought he was messing with me.
He really is gay?
Is he!?
I don't know my minds racing.

That means he must have enjoyed those kisses and stuff.
Who am I kidding I already knew that.
But he wanted a picture of me to jack off to!
I don't know if I should be flattered or pissed.
I think I'll choose to be confused. I'm freaking out. I'm trying my best not to show it but I can't not show it.

The chime of my phone inerupts my thoughts.
I unlock the screen to see what it is and it's a snapchat notification.
'Big_man_Craig saved to camera roll'
Wait a second.
Oh fuck.
He didn't. He wouldn't. That fucker.
I rush to the bathroom and rapidly bang at the door.
"Craig you perverted asshole you better not."

"Tweek you have to understand that I have needs and this is an essential."
That really didn't help his case.
"Oh my god are you serious."
"Yep"
"Wait which one was it?"
"Oh not one about 4." He answers the question which I myself was supposed to figure out.
I go back onto my snapchat and the ones he saved are basically mirror pics and full body ones.

"You better not be," even though I know he is probably doing it right now.
"Keep talking." He breaths out,
Ew.
"W-What the fuck?! You are not getting off to my voice."
"Of course not."
"That doesn't sound reassuring."
"It wasn't ment to be."
I can hear him panting a little and it's kinda hot not gonna lie. And it's to my voice and pictures of......me.
No, no, no this is not having an effect on me.
"Your a dead man." I warn him as I go to our room.
He'll regret it.

I can't believe he's jacking off to me!
In my house!
With my knowledge of it!
How is he just so casually doing that?

After about 4 minutes. Yeah 4 minutes!
He flushes the chain and sighs while entering our room.
I glare at him from my bed.
"Oh cmon Tweek don't be like that." He  sits at the edge of my bed.
I don't say anything.
I cross my arms.
"It's not my fault, your sexy." He says as if it's not a big deal.
"W-w-what?!"
It's like he knew that would get a reaction.

He scoots closer to me.
"Your sexy."
He winks at me causing my face to heat up.
"Shut up tucker your a battiboy"
He sighs.
"Yep I know"
My eyeswiden.
"Can't believe it took you this long to figure out."

"I-I thought you were kidding.........."
"Of course you did it's what I......wanted you to think." He cuts me off. And I think his voice cracked in the middle of his sentence.
"I-I just wanted to be n-normal like all the other g-guys on the football team but I-I never will be" his voice is all shaky and there are tears streaming down his face.
I am so shocked. I never thought I'd see this side of Craig tucker.

I'm for some reason quite happy. Not happy that he's crying but happy that he's basically opening up to me of all people.
"Hey come here." I say as lovingly as I can.
I stretch an arm out for him to cuddle into and he obviously complies.
"It's fine it'll be ok, you'll be ok." I whisper before giving him a kiss on the forehead. It felt necessary for some reason.

He looks up at me.
"Will it really?." He sniffles.
"I'm sure it will"
"And why does everyone think I don't care about anything I care! About so much!"
"I'm sure you do"
"A-and I have feelings why do people just say what they want about me I'm a person it hurts sometimes." He starts to cry again and tucks his head into my side wrapping his arms around my waist.
I quite like this actually.

I guess he really isn't unbreakable. It just took longer than it would for most people to finally break down.
But it doesn't show weakness. No. It shows that's he's human and he needs love and comfort just like any other human.
It shows strength.

"And now you think I'm a pussy."
He cries even more.
"Shhhhhh no no no I think your brave and at least now I know your not a robot."

Even though he's taller than me and more muscular than me I'm the one holding him.
It feels kinda nice to be the one not freaking out.
"Awwww Craig Tuckers walls came down."
"Shut up" he mumbles into my side.
I chuckle and rub his arm.
I notice that he's kind of cold so I reach for my duvet and pull it over both of us.
"No funny business Tweek."
I kick him.
"Owwwww."
"Drama queen."

He looks up at me and takes off his hat.
I actually don't get to see him without it that often.
I love his hair. It's very healthy looking and there's actually quite a lot of it.
The colour is nice but I can tell it's not natural. In fact I could've swarm that he had very light brown hair in the 3rd grade, in fact I could've described it as strawberry blonde.

I don't think it's really been one of my main observations of him since he always wears that hat and honestly I don't usually think back to 3rd grade.
"tucker"
"Yes?"
"When was the last time you dyed your hair?" I ask playfully.
"W-w-what no I don't what are you talking about?" He asks defensively.
"Oh nothing other than you know your strawberry blonde roots." I giggle.
I even part his hair slightly to see exactly what I knew I would.

He sighs and looks very embarrassed.
"I knew I remembered you with lighter hair."
He Buries his head further into me.
"Aw Cmon though why? I'm sure it wasn't that bad"
"It was a disaster and Im never going back." He mutters.
"Made me look even more faggy"
"Nothing could make you look more faggy."
He sniggers, "True."
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Nice long chapter cos you guys deserve it. Hope you enjoyed I loved writing it. What do you think will happen next?