Creek One Shots (Tweek x Craig)

Thirteen -

This story takes place when they're both in high school.

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TW: This story involves mature treatment of eating disorders, if that is something you deal with you might want to skip this chapter.

Full list of following TW:
Eating disorders (anorexia, bulimia, body dysmorphia)
Weight, calories, ect.
Vaping, cigarettes, weed, substance abuse

POV: Craig 

The tears in my eyes grow bigger as I see Tweek continue to yell. He's wearing a long sleeve shirt that I had rolled up a few minutes ago. He has old scars on his wrists and probably other places that he didn't tell me about. He never asked me for help.

"It was ages ago! I'm sorry!" he says.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, hurt. Both of us are crying by this point. 

"I don't know." he says shamefully.

"Don't you trust me?!" I say.

"I don't know." he says getting even more quiet.

"Why don't you ever communicate with me!" I say with heart break and worry in my cracked voice. He's quiet.

"Either tell me whats wrong and actually talk to me about your problems, or break up." I say.

"You can't give me an ultimatum like that! ARGH thats too much pressure!" He says gripping at his hair. I just stare at him waiting for an answer, sorrow filled my face.

"I can't talk to you about it." He says, "I'm sorry."

"Why not?" I ask.

"I don't know." He says.

"I love you but if you can't communicate with me I'm not sure how this would work out. We've fought so many times because you don't tell me what's wrong." I say, "I'm sorry." 

Both of us start crying even harder. We gave each other a hug goodbye, and talked about staying friends. But I knew it'd be too hard to stay friends. We have been together for years. I still love him, I don't know what I would do if he moved on.

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POV: Tweek

When I got home I ran to my room and bawled my eyes out into my pillow. I cried for hours until my eyes were red. My shitty parents didn't even notice my wails because they're probably too high to notice or working late at the coffee house.

How could he break up with me? I love him, and he says he loves me. I don't understand.

Just because I have some old scars? He doesn't need to know about that. He doesn't need to know everything, he doesn't want to know. I can't put all my burdens on to him, why can't he understand that?!

I spent hours replaying the scenario in my head. I thought about all the things we did together, all our dates and inside jokes. Now it's all gone.

I catch a glance of myself in the mirror. Chubby. I'm chubby. I've always been insecure about my weight but I didn't know it was that bad. I stare more intensely, finding more flaws on my face and body. No wonder Craig broke up with me. I'm fat and ugly.

Maybe if I get skinnier it'll be okay and he will take me back. I won't take it too far, just lose a little bit. I'm about 155 pounds, and I'm 5'7. I'm not overweight but I'm pretty chubby.

I spent all night staring at my body and crying about Craig, barely getting sleep. I decide to stay home from school, I'm too tired.

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