The Evermore Dissociate(Creek) - Chapter 33: Chapter 33

He wasn't entirely sure why Clyde had texted him, asking if they could meet up at Harbucks for a talk. All he knew, was that it seemed important with all of the exclamation marks at the end of Clyde's message. The snow had settled onto the grounds, ending it's over night shower of the soft, cold whiteness. The skies were grey and gloomy, without a sight to see, as Tweek shuffled his feet down the icy roads. He was trying to walk slow enough not to skid around too much, with his red nose leading the way to Harbucks.
He wondered what it was Clyde so desperately needed on a Saturday evening. What was so important, that Tweek had to get out of his comfy clothes, and change into something more presentable to head out in the cold, to go meet his friend.
He grumbled beneath his breath at the sight of the overly large coffee shop, right beside his families smaller one. His dad would probably back hand him if he saw his son visiting their rivalry. His pale hand shook around the handle as he pulled the door open, the warm air from inside welcoming him instantly. His eyes soared out Clyde, finding him sitting beside the window with his back to Tweek, his brown hair as neat as ever. The blonde stilled in place beside the door, cursing when the hanging chime sounded as the door closed behind him. He held his breath when Craig of all people looked up from his drink, scowling when he realised it was Tweek.
Craig's reaction drew Clyde's attention to the scene. His neck craning around as he turned in his place to wave Tweek over. He ignored the harsh kick from underneath the table, with a smug look crossing his face when Tweek frowned at him.
Despite his increasing anxiety, Tweek walked over to his friends, stopping just beside Clyde. He stared down at him in hopes he'd budged over to allow him to sit. He didn't move though, instead he gestured over to the empty space beside Craig. Craig who looked like he was going to bitch slap the pair of them.
There was no chance Tweek was going to risk that, and so he forced his way in beside Clyde, shoving him with his shoulder. Once there was enough room to perch at the end, he slid in whilst Clyde muttered sourly beneath his breath. The brunette finally gave in, scooting over whilst Tweek nervously looked down at the table, avoiding all eye contact.
"Now that everyone's here, where do we begin?" Clyde asked, eying his two friends expectantly as he intwined his own fingers on the table.
"What're you doing?" Craig drawled, looking as though he was ready to up and leave at any moment. Tweek still hadn't looked up, which irritated him.
"I want to know what the hell is going on with you two."
"Not this again, Clyde." Tweek breathed uneasily. He thought his friend had understood him after their talk the other day, but clearly he hadn't.
"Yes, this again!" Clyde snapped. "I don't think either of you realise how awkward you're making it for me and Token. It wouldn't be so bad if you actually let us in."
Craig sunk lower in his seat, adjusting his hat as he stared off to the side, with his jaw tightly clenched as he looked out of the window. Tweek couldn't help but watch as it moved slightly from his frustration, only making the blonde feel more guilty for being the cause of this whole situation. His stare returned to Clyde at his side, noticing him becoming increasingly annoyed as the seconds of silence passed. Only Tweek's lips hesitating to move as he tried to find a way to answer, but he couldn't, he didn't know how, especially with Craig sitting right across the table with glaring eyes.
Clyde huffed, his fingers squeezing together out of anger. This wasn't fair for him, for the days he was left feeling uncomfortable in either of their presences, wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he had to pick and choose which days he'd hang around with them individually. It wasn't fair that at the end of the day, he was feeling so frustrated, not knowing what was going on, not understanding why two of his best friends felt like they couldn't trust him enough to actually tell him what had happened.
"You know what?" He looked between them, neither meeting his stare. "I'm done, come find me when you've sorted your shit out." His hand slapped down against the table as he stood up, pushing his way out of the booth and in the process squishing Tweek against the seat. He left his two friends sitting there, regarding them with a disappointed look over the shoulder, before shaking his head as he walked away.
Tweek anxiously bent his fingers, glancing at Craig who continued to look out of the window with expressionless eyes. A unsteady breath fell from his lips as he swallowed harshly. This was his chance to talk to Craig, face to face. This was his chance to try make amends, and even though Craig seemed highly uninterested in having a reunion, Tweek wasn't going to waste this opportunity. "Craig?'
The noirette exhaled, watching as Clyde slammed his car door shut then within seconds reversed out of the parking lot. Craig continued to follow the car down the road with his eyes as he spoke. "What?"
"He's right," Tweek sighed, elbows propped against the table as his fingers knitted in his hair, pulling on the handfuls of blonde captured between them. "It's not fair on them. We either need to get over this, or tell them so we can go our separate ways."
Craig felt sick at the thought of them going their own ways. All of those years of friendship meant something to him, and even though he thought Tweek was a dick, he wasn't sure he wanted them to lose touch. He wasn't sure if he wanted to let go of a person who'd shared so many memories with him. But where his heart said one thing, his brain said another, his reply surprising himself along with Tweek. "So then tell them."
Tweek's eyebrows furrowed woefully as he continued to stare down that the table, his head was hurting from his anxious hair pulling, but no way near as much as his chest was at Craig's words. "If that's what you want." He almost whispered on a shaky voice, eyes tilting up when Craig failed to reply. "Is it what you want?"
No, no, no, a side of Craig screamed in his head, the other whispering yes. His finger smeared the condensation from the window as he listened to his own internal battle. He could feel Tweek's unsteady eyes watching him, but Craig refused to look. He refused to notice how drained the blonde was looking, and how he looked more sleep deprived than usual. He refused to listen to the trembling in the other boys words.
"I don't know what I want anymore, Tweek." He admitted. Tweek held his breath, his eyes blurring up as he looked away from Craig, settling his gaze on the restroom door. It was taking everything he had inside, not to break down there and then. He didn't want to look more pathetic than he already did. He didn't want Craig to think he was such a mess without him, but the truth is, he was.
Craig turned to Tweek stoically. He could see the way Tweek's fingers shook too much, before they were hidden beneath the table. He could see the way Tweek was biting harshly down on his lower lip to stop it from quivering, and as Craig spoke, trying his hardest to keep his voice monotonous, he watched the blonde who refused to look at him. "I don't know how we could be friends after this."