It took me a moment to finally let go of Tweek. I wanted to hold on forever, but I knew that it would only cause trouble if Stan saw us like this, so I finally slipped away from his grasp and sat back down in the chair by the corner. Though the moment might have been over, the cherry-like color was still plastered on Tweek's cheeks as Stan made his way back in with a cup of pudding and a spoon. Stan's instant response was to call a nurse to check his temperature, despite Tweek's protests, but Stan insisted that they be sure. And, just as I had suspected, he was not running a fever.
Stan finally sat back down after holding Tweek tightly for close to thirty minutes. Watching them made me nauseous, but I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. The one day that I didn't have to be sick, I would rather not have a puking fit.
After Tweek finally got the chance to devour his pudding, he turned on the Tv hanging from the other corner of the room. After watching football for about twenty minutes, Tweek finally shut off the screen and rolled over, choosing to take a nap instead. It left Stan and me to switch between looking at each other and looking at Tweek. The whole thing just felt awkward.
I decided to pull out my phone. A text from my mother was the only thing that caught my attention, but it was just her asking if I needed any money. Then I realized she and my father didn't even know about my cancer or about everything that's been going happening. Although, I'm sure a majority of it was all over the news already. Especially about Cartman.
After shooting her a quick "I'm fine, I'll call later," I pushed my phone back into my pants pocket. When I looked up, the look on Stan's face was startling. His face curled into a sadistic smile, and he was leaned forward in his seat, staring at me.
"You alright, Stan?"
"Tell me something, Craig." He leaned back in the chair, crossing his leg over his knee. "How stupid do you think I am?"
"Excuse me?" I asked, honestly confused by his question.
"Do you think I don't know what's going on between you and him?" Stan nodded his head toward the sleeping Tweek. "I've known for quite some time."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"Lies." He spat back, drawing out his words like a hungry snake. I half expected to see his tongue flick in and out. "Do you still love him?"
My words caught in my throat, and my heart pounded painfully against my chest. Should I deny the claims, or would lying just make it worse for me? If I lied, would he take out his aggression on Tweek?
It was almost like Stan had read my mind. "Answer my questions honestly, and I won't hurt him. I'm sure you would hate to see cuts on his back ten times as worse as before."
He wasn't lying. He did know everything. Down to Tweek and I in the shower together.
"Don't hurt him... please."
"Do. You. Still. Love. Him?"
I nodded. "Yes." My hands trembled as I pulled my jacket sleeves over my hands. "I never stopped. Please don't take it out on him."
"Oh, I won't. The idiot is already fearful of me." Stan hissed.
I wanted to punch him. "Is that what you think of him? That he's an idiot?"
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Reawoken Flames 《{ CraigxTweek }》
FanfictionMany years have passed since the break-up of Tweek and Craig, and both of them seemed to have moved on from each other. Tweek has even gotten married, to Stan of all people. However, trouble in paradise may cause these two to call upon each other on...
