The Evermore Dissociate(Creek) - Chapter 68: Chapter 68

The night was quiet and enchanting, with stars that freckled the sky, and a moon so clearly visible it looked straight out of a painting. There was a slight mist that enclosed the streets ahead, and though it rained lightly, it brought along a scent of nature that captivated Tweek.
He peeked upward, with his eyes squinting as the rain pattered against his face, whilst dampening the material of his clothing. Beside him, Craig watched, though unlike his counterpart, he wasn't too thrilled with having to walk home at night in the rain. Token had offered them a ride, but Tweek refused, saying he hadn't wanted to go home just yet. And so, being the sensible one, Craig followed to insure his safe departure leading home.
With his ears burning and his nose glistening a shade of pink, Craig grabbed ahold of Tweek's arm to drag him along. The blonde had been too dazed by the sky that he hadn't noticed he'd been standing still, but once he was in motion again, he frowned, pulling his arm free from Craig's hold.
"Do you always rush everything?"
"I'm cold, Tweek," Craig yawned. "Not to mention, I'm tired as fuck."
"It's not even nine."
"Nothing makes time drag more than those guys."
"They weren't that bad." Tweek lied, wringing his hands together. "Well, some of them."
"You spent the entire time on the verge of hyperventilating."
"No, I didn't."
"Yeah, okay then." Craig smirked. "Holding onto my finger was just a usual act of boredom."
"Hey, you were the one who offered it." Tweek defended. "I only took it so you wouldn't feel embarrassed."
"Yep, I totally believe you."
"It's true." Tweek's says, glancing over to Craig who was looking smug. "And I don't appreciate your sarcasm."
"I'll stop, if you stop pretending why you held it."
For a second, Tweek thought carefully about his reply. He could go either two ways, the safe way, or the risky. There was something about the show of confidence Craig was wearing, that both encouraged and annoyed Tweek. So, he decided to choose the risky reply. "Okay," He began, looking off to the moon ahead. "There's something about you that I find comforting."
Taken back, Craig blinked. He knew his presence was a comforting support for Tweek, though he'd never actually heard the confession out loud before. Looking to Tweek, he noticed through the darkness how the rain had somewhat tamed the blondes hair. It was flat, clinging to his forehead and Craig imagined his own was in a similar position. "How so?" He asked, though his words came out slightly strangled.
Still looking up, Tweek counted the stars as he shrugged. "I don't know," he says while inhaling a deep breath. "When I woke up in that hospital, terrified out of my mind, you were there. You told me I could trust you, and since then you've proved that I can. Nobody else did that."
"I think everyone else just respected the fact you needed time to adjust."
"What I needed, was to not feel isolated."
"Nobody set out to make you feel that way." Craig explains. "Clyde was with me the entire time you were out of it. He just doesn't want you to feel like he manipulated you once you get your memories back."
"Why- why would I think that?"
"There was an argument before your accident, and he says you hadn't forgiven him yet."
"What about?"
"Does it matter?" Craig mumbled, combing uneasy fingers through his damp hair.
"Of course it matters!"
"He just- he said some things that you didn't like."
"I'm going to need more to go on than just that."
Blowing out a shaky breath, Craig stopped walking. He shoved his hands into his pockets, clenching them as he avoided Tweek's curious eye, and right now he hated how silent the night was. "You told him you liked me and he reacted badly." He says, rushing the sentence in hopes of Tweek not hearing. "He didn't mean it though. Clyde's a good guy, he's just got a lot going on."
"I told him that I liked you?" Tweek repeated, walking over to stop in front of Craig. He wasn't dumb, he knew he'd harboured some feelings for Craig, but what he didn't understand, was why Craig was making it such a secretive thing. "And how did you react?"
Glancing at Tweek was near enough impossible at this point. The street lights became rather interesting, and Craig decided to keep that as his focus point. "Badly." He confessed, barely audible.
"And why's that?"
"Because, I'm not gay, Tweek."
"Are you sure? Because all night, you've been giving me the vibe that you are."
"I'm not!" Craig exasperated. He needed to pee, and he didn't know why. Ten seconds ago, he hadn't needed to pee. He wiped the rain from his forehead with the back of his hand as he frowned off to the side, ignoring Tweek's incredulous laugh.
"Why can't you admit that you are?" Tweek's voice cracked with a wave of sadness he foreignly knew too well. His head hurt, and suddenly he despised the rain that hit the ground around him. He thought of the pond, and a younger version of Craig skidding towards him. He thought of the tall trees that surrounded the both of them, and the distant chirping of the birds flying ahead. His head hurt, and suddenly he was remembering his lips against Craig's, and the shyness that took over him. He looked to Craig now, seeing the struggle he was having internally, and he was beginning to see that his friend was so deeply repressed, he'd convinced himself otherwise.
All Craig had wanted was a drama free day with his best friend, but now he was filled with a sense of aggression, feeling as though he was being attacked. There'd been times in the past where he'd momentarily thought about what Tweek was accusing him of, but a stronger part of his mind shut it away. There were things he felt that he couldn't explain, things he'd overtime chosen not to feel. He didn't want to face the music just yet, but Tweek was forcing him to. With a low growl, he took ahold of Tweek's wrist in a way so violent, it made the blonde squeak, before walking at a pace so fast, it made Tweek trip up every now and then.
Having no idea where they were going, Tweek forced himself to breathe as he stumbled along. I trust him. I trust him. I trust him. He internally repeated, but one glance at the hard expression Craig was wearing had Tweek rethinking himself.
He was dragged through endless puddles that soaked his shoes, and now it seemed as though the streets were a lot darker now than they were before. They eventually arrived at Craig's house, and the grip he had on Tweek only tightened as he headed for the door. There were no lights on inside, and it wasn't warm.
After being dragged upstairs and carelessly trapped in Craig's room, his wrist was finally let go, though there was still a dull ache present. Tweek nervously watched as Craig walked across the room with a glare, and now he regretted ever walking home tonight.
"Wh- what's going on Craig?"
There was no reply as Craig dropped to his knees to angrily rummage around under his bed. He looked as though he were looking for something important, and Tweek hoped and prayed it wasn't a weapon to murder him with. He stared dumbfounded when Craig appeared with a piece of crumbled paper, standing up before tossing it over to Tweek, hitting him in the side of the head.
For a moment, with wide eyes, Tweek continued to stare at Craig's knitted eyebrows, before bending over to pick up the paper from the floor. The room was dark, but with the moon reflecting through the small window, Tweek could just about see what was in his hands. He carefully unfolded the torn paper, trying his best to remove the lines formed from years and years of neglect, and as he looked to the messy handwriting of a younger Craig, he began to read the words his friend couldn't say.