The Evermore Dissociate(Creek) - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

The snow falling viciously was something the residents of South Park were used to, though that didn't make them any less reluctant to walk through it. Unfortunately for the four friends, most roads were blocked so that lead to them having to walk to Token's house, rather than going by car.
It was clear to say that Token's irritation by the others constant complaining was only manifesting, with his hands hidden deeply into his pockets whilst consistently urging them to walk a little faster. Still, non of them paid the slightest bit of attention to him, too concerned by the throbbing of their ears and the numbness of their soaked feet.
"Can't somebody come pick us up?" Clyde audibly shivered, skidding on some ice.
"No, we aren't that far from mine." Token replied.
"You say that like we don't know we're far from your place." Craig added to the conversation. "I still think we should just go to Clyde's, its closer."
"I already said no, my dad's home and you know how he gets."
It was true, not one of them liked Mr Donovan in the slightest. Though to be fair, he didn't like any of his sons friends anyway. He preferred for Clyde to be more involved with his football team, since when he himself was back at school, he too was on the team. In Mr Donovan's mind, anyone else was simply below him and his son.
Thankfully, Clyde was the complete opposite to his father, and though he did appreciate his teammates and regularly socialised with them, he knew his friends were more important, after all, they were more like brothers to him.
It was dark out by the time they arrived at Token's house. The rain had diminished long ago, and after some well deserved time of drying out by the fireplace, they soon moved on to inhabit the living room. Craig was taking up most of the couch, his eyes trained on the screen with pure focus, intent on crushing his opponent, Token, who was just as competitive.
During this time, Clyde had found some snacks after raiding the fridge and cupboards, feeling completely at home. He decided there was nothing better to do than to sit beside Tweek and watch his other two friends play video games. All the while Tweek watched Craig's hands on the control, his thumbs vigorously wiggling in all directions.
"This is boring." Clyde exhaled dramatically. It was days like these when the weather was too bad for them to actually do anything, that he wished he lived somewhere warmer. Craig ignored him and Token only offered up an uninterested hum as a response.
"What do you want to do?" Tweek asked, lifting his eyes to look at the brunette, whilst Clyde chewed his bottom lip as he thought about it.
"I really don't know." He mumbled, dipping his hand into a packet of sour gummies he'd found laying around. "Don't suppose you'd come to the store with me?"
"Now? No way! Have you been out there?"
"It isn't that bad." Clyde rolled his eyes, even though he too was dreading stepping outside. "I need to pick up a few things for my dad before I head home."
Sighing heavily, Tweek rubbed the soles of his hands across his eyes, building up the courage, not only for the cold, but he knew it was going to be dark out, which was shamefully a fear of his. "Fine."
Craig had distantly heard parts of their conversation, and once the two of them began to move around, he paused the game, much to Token's annoyance. "Where're we going?"
"We're," Clyde began, emphasising the 'we're', "going to the store since you two don't know how to share."
"Cool, I'm coming." Craig drawled, turning to face Token. "Are you?"
"Nah," Token waved him off dismissively. "I was going to call Nicole anyway, so I'll just see you's at school tomorrow."
Neither Clyde or Tweek were waiting around, giving Craig little time to gather his things, before having to practically chase after them. The three of them ended up going to Walmart since it was pretty much the only store open with all the snow, and with every second that passed, Craig wondered why he was tagging along when he could've been well on his way home by now. Still, he mindlessly followed Clyde and Tweek as the brunette made grabby hands for random snacks he supposedly needed for his dad.
"Why does your dad need baby powder?" Tweek asked, a slender finger poking at the white bottle Clyde had been examining.
"He gets sore elbows."
"That's a bit weird."
"No, it isn't. " Clyde scowled behind the powder, even though he too thought it was strange at times.
Behind Tweek, Craig exhaled out of impatience, blowing parts of the blondes hair out of place, and almost startling him at the same time. "Are you finished yet?"
"You don't have to wait for us, Craig." Clyde breathed, now knowing why Token complained about their friend so much. The noirette only shrugged, the wire from his earphones hanging from his mouth as he wiggled it around with his tongue.
"Clyde?"
"Dad?" Clyde squinted as his father rounded the corner with a shopping cart in front of him, forcing Tweek to jump out the way when the older man made no attempt to dodge the blonde when coming over to his son. "What're you doing here?"
"I'm getting something in for dinner." His dad gestured to the frozen pizzas piled in the cart. "Don't bother with that, I've already picked some up."
Looking to the baby powder tucked under his arm with disappointment, Clyde slowly slid it onto a shelf of noodles. Mr Donovan hadn't even acknowledged Craig and Tweek. The pair of them had wandered down the aisle a little, pretending to browse at batteries to avoid having a conversation with the man.
"I'll be finished here in about fifteen minutes, do you need a ride home?"
"Yeah, sure." Clyde mumbled, watching his dad nod before turning the shopping cart around to head in a different direction. When he finally turned to his friends, Tweek was plucking a pack of AA batteries from the middle row to show Craig, to which he took them from the blonde to get a better look. "I can get him to drop you both off?"
Before answering, Craig looked to Tweek, neither turning to face Clyde for a moment as they attempted to communicate telepathically. Craig raised and eyebrow, and Tweek just stared back in confusion before subtly shaking his head 'no'.
Craig was the first to turn, plucking the remaining earphone from his ear and letting them dangle. "Nah, we're gonna walk."
"Fair dues." Clyde said, leaving the way his father had went.
"Let's get out of here, it smells like old people."
"I thought it smelled like paper." Tweek replied. His head was down, looking at the back of Craig's shoes as the taller of the two lead the way to the exit. As they stepped out into the cold, Craig made a slight choked noise in the back of his throat from the sudden temperature drop.
The darkness had exceeded Tweek's expectations. His pale fingers that were shadowed by the night, had curled with anxiety tremors that ran through his body as he shivered from the cold. Craig looked to him, noticing the way Tweek's eyes darted around the unlit streets like he expected a homeless guy to charge at them any moment.
"You're fine." Craig said, pulling at the blondes sleeve to get him to start walking. He figured they'd be standing there all night if he didn't do something. Tweek grunted lowly, focusing on the hand dragging him forward, down the snow piled street. "If you want, we could go back and see if Clyde's still willing to give us a ride home?"
Sighing, Tweek unintentionally shook hair into his eyes. "No, just..." he trailed off, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Just what?"
"Keep holding my sleeve?" Tweek barely whispered, avoiding Craig's weary eyes.
"...yeah okay." Craig agreed after a moment of silence. Turning back to the dark street ahead, his bony fingers tightened around the fabric in his hands, giving a little tug. "Kinda like walking a puppy."
"I'm not a puppy." Tweek scoffed, feeling offended by the statement for some reason.
"True, you're more like a homeless cat." He grinned, facing Tweek head on, whilst ignoring the disgusted look he was receiving and used his free hand to pet the disheveled blonde hair.
Tweek's reflexes were to swat him away, but having Craig's hands in his hair felt too good. The experience was pleasant, not like the time Bebe had forced him to let her brush it. Craig was smiling down at the mess of hair, his fingers tangled up in a knot and all Tweek could do was stare. Stare and pray his hair would swallow Craig's fingers, keeping them locked in place forever.
Craig didn't notice the way Tweek's expression fell as he pulled back, reclaiming the heat inside his pocket. He didn't pay attention to the shaky sigh his companion took, or the way he worried his bottom lip.