Butters' POVKenny still hasn't told me why he was upset earlier but if I'm 100% honest, maybe I don't want to know, I mean he is Kenny after all. It could literally be anything...
That doesn't stop me from being curious though, or worried for that matter. He's one of my closest friends after all, I wouldn't go as far as 'bestfriends' but pretty close.
After Tweek and Craig left the art room, me and Kenny where left alone. Silence surrounded us like a thick fog, he refused to say anything about why he was acting so strange, denying that he had been crying, even though it was obvious he had been because his face was blotchy and his eyes where red and bloodshot.
A little while later the bell rang and Kenny decided instead of going to class he'd just go straight home. Of course I could never do that, I'd be way too scared of the consequences. But, technically he IS an adult so really he can do as he pleases...
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School finished quite a while ago and I still hadn't heard from Kenny, I tried texting him, calling him, I even went down to his house but there was no sign of him, it was beginning to worry me at this point.
"Gee I sure do hope nothing bad has uh- happened to him" I muttered under my breath whilst rubbing my knuckles together, walking back to my house. Guess I'll just have to ask him at school tomorrow...Tweek's POV
Craig's been trying to carry me back to his place for over half an hour now. My ankle still really hurts but I can't bear to see him attempting to carry me. I keep asking him if he's OK but he only nods or hums in response. I can tell he's uncomfortable and honestly, it doesn't matter if I'll be in pain, I can't just sit around while someone is struggling.
"C-Craig it's f-ACK-fine I'll just w-walk." I turned to him and said in a quiet voice.
"No Tweek you're injured, I'm not letting you walk"
"Why d-do you GAH even care?"
"Because you're my friend, and that's what friends do, they look after each other." I thought about what Butters told me as soon as he said this.
"W-well a L-little bird t-told me that you didn't c-care about anyone".
"Well that 'little birdy' can go fuck itself" geez defensive much."Well then..." I laughed, amused at his now soured expression "is it true or not?"
"If it was true, you'd still be on the floor by Starks Pond, alone in the cold."
"Eh I guess you're right" maybe he really isn't so bad after all. "talking of the cold, how far are we, Im freezing."
"Not far, it won't be long."
"Okkkkk" I stated, exaggerating the 'k'
"Tweek..."
"yes?"
"You're stutter is going away"What
"What did you say?"
"I said your stutter is gone..." he muttered "how?"
"GAH! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?" I began to tug on my hair so he walked over the the nearest bench and sat me down, pulling my hands away from my hair.
"Don't do that, you'll hurt yourself or pull out your hair" he smiled a small smile "ok Tweek?"
"Uh-""Ok, lets get going before your cut gets infected"
I'd completely forgotten about my cut.. How? How did he distract me so much that I forgot the reason that I couldn't stand up by myself..
"oh, sure.."
"I'll carry you on my back, that should make it easier for the both of us." He said as he turned around and crouched down. "Just jump on, well maybe don't jump BUT- oh you know what I mean"----
"So, by the looks of it, the cut is pretty deep but won't actually effect anything" Craig said whilst wiping away some dried blood from around my ankle.
"You know I can ACK do this myself.."
"I know but I need to make it up to you so you forgive me" I never realised how calming his voice was, maybe that's why my stutter has stopped, because he calms me down? But what did he mean by 'make it up to me'?
"Make what up to me? Forgive you?"
"Don't you remember?" He looked up at me with his deep blue eyes, a puzzled look on his face.
"No?"I was beyond confused at this point. What should I be remembering? Is it something bad? Oh god-
"Tweekers, calm down. You're hyperventilating, focus on your breathing ok?" he placed his hands on mine, one underneath mine and one on top, staring me dead in the eye. "just like me ok? In... Out... In... Out..."Once I controlled my breathing I started to process what he'd said. 'Tweekers'.
"W-what did you just call me?" a red hue spread across his cheeks realising what he'd said.
"I uh- nothing?" he began to panic, his eyes darting around the room, desperate for something to focus on. I started to laugh. Ah how the tables have turned.
"Dude, it's OK... Now what did you need to make up for?""Uh- your first day in school..?" wow, I'd forgotten about that, did he really think I cared about that any more?
"I already forgave you for that, silly"No one's POV
"oh... WAIT REALLY?!" Craig dropped the bottle of (thankfully sealed) anti-septic and stared up at the giggling blonde..
"Of course, why wouldn't I have?"
"I literally embarrassed you on your first day.... FIRST DAY!"
"Oh well, it's nothing really"
Tweek found the whole situation comical whilst Craig was in complete shock at how he was now the one freaking out and not Tweek.After five minutes of Tweek giggling like a six year old girl and Craig rethinking his entire life, the noirette boy finally picked up the anti-septic again and poured some on a cotton pad.
"This is going to hurt a bit, ok?"
"ok- GAH OH MY GOD!" Tweek was interrupted by a harsh stinging sensation in his leg, the pain literally bought tears to his eyes, it was horrendous."GAH! CRAIG STOP! IT HURTS!" Tweek begged him to release the pad from his leg, squirming and trying to pull away until the boy finally complied, grabbing a bandage instead and wrapping it around Tweek's pale skin.
"OK, that should be done." Craig stated as he began to neatly place everything back into the first aid kit then putting the kit into a nearby cupboard.
"Let's go to my room. I'll help you, just put your arm around my neck and I'll hold under your arm, ok?" Craig said, standing up, holding his hand out for Tweek to take.
"Ok sure let's go.."°AN° 1133 words, could be better, could be worse.
Not entirely sure what to make of this chapter...
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FanfictionCraig's never really been a fan of show casing his emotions, and he thought he would forever be that way.. ° ° ° Then Tweek arrived in town.