Everything is Shitty

Chapter Twenty-One: Together

Craig
We get some food, and I have no appetite, but I'm pushed to eat at least a little. Without Stan I would be next to nothing. Probably would've collapsed weeks ago.
"please Stan... I'm full..." I whimper, and he nods, understanding.
"Okay... I won't push anymore." He pulls me against him and sighs.
"I'm sorry..." I add after hearing his response.
"Don't apologize, you can't control it." He plays with my hair as Clyde drives.
I end up falling asleep on this ride home. I'm so comfortable and content with him...

Stan
I feel his body relax against me and his breathing even. He's asleep. I sigh and peck his head. Clyde looks back at us and sighs, turning the music down a little.
"Thank fuck we got there in time." He smiles softly.
"I know... I don't know what I would've done without him..." I sigh and kiss his cheek.
"So what are you gonna do?"
"What do you mean? We're gonna talk it through and figure out what's gonna be the best for him... I'm not gonna like... yell at him for it... that'll make shit worse."
"When did you grow up?" Clyde laughs
"When I turned ten." I shrug and chuckle.
We pull into the driveway of our apartment, and I cradle Craig in my arms. Tweek beat us here. We did make more stops. Clyde has the bladder of an old man.
Tweek waited for us in Craig's car, and he gets out and rushes over to us as soon as we pull into the parking stall.
He's still sleeping soundly. Out cold. Tweek is right beside me. We look at each other and he has a light smile. Relieved. He reached over and moves Craig's hair from his eyes.
We all go in together. All around Craig, making sure he's okay. Then when we get to the door of our room, Tweek opens it for me and they both step away. They know he doesn't want them in his room. So I walk in and use my foot to close the door. I hear a cat meow and smile.
"Hi Nova! look, Dad is home." I smile and pet her.
I watch as Craig reaches for a pillow and kisses it. "Mmm.... Stan...Hero..." he mumbles and I put my hand over my heart as I lean down to kiss his forehead. I walk out and go to hang out with Tweek and Clyde for a while. We end up all playing Mario Kart to take our minds off of everything that had happened. We all know what Craig wanted to do at that bridge. We never said it, but we're not stupid. Well... Clyde might be, but he's not that stupid.
A couple hours into it my phone starts ringing and I answer without looking at the caller ID
"Hey." I answer as I continue playing, holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear.
"Babe..." it's Craig's broken voice. I pause the game.
I check the caller ID before I continue. I know it's Craig, but I just want to make sure before I continue. "Hey, are you awake? Why didn't you yell for me..?"
"I don't feel like yelling right now..." he sniffles. Oh god... I go upstairs and hang up as I open the door. He's laying on the bed holding a pillow.
"Do you want anything to drink babe?" I ask with a small smile. He grips his stomach, and turns onto his back.
"My stomach hurts so much..." hes crying. Sobbing in fact. I give him a kiss on the forehead and pull him into my lap.
"I'll make you something to eat babe... don't worry... it'll be light on your stomach." We get up together, and go downstairs, I make him some oatmeal with strawberries and bananas. I also give him a glass of water. It takes him a while to finish but eventually he eats all of it, and I smile. He gives a weak one back. I take his hand and lead him back upstairs. Shutting and locking the door behind us.
"Are we gonna talk now?" He asks with a sigh
    "It's best if we do..." I respond as I sit on the bed, and he comes and sits beside me.
    "So... where do I start?" He asks with a sigh.
    "Tell me what you're feeling... what made you think... about it?"
     "This... life... the guilt... I'm an adult working at a fast food restaurant regardless on if it pays bills... it's embarrassing... I wanted to be more... I don't want this living situation... I want to live alone with you... in a real house..." he sighs
    "Well... these are things with can fix..."
    "I want to have a fucking life that I'm proud of.. I've been sad, Stan. I've been so sad... I don't have a valid reason for even being sad when everything is right and I have everything I need." Craig leans over and picks up his vape. Taking a hit and sighing as it all floats out of his mouth and around his room.
      "You can still be sad... environments that you don't like or that don't seem right can make you sad."
     "But I still have to get up every day. I hate it." I sigh
     "We can build a life we love... you can go to college still... you're still young. We can make a life we love."
     "But no colleges will accept me..."
     "Start with community college, they literally accept everyone, for general education. Then get to university." I shrug
     "You really think I can?"
     "I will do anything to make you happy, babe."