Craig's POV
"So, you told Thomas?"
"Y-Yeah... y-you said you didn't c-care and I trust him so I thought it would be alright..."
"It's fine, I just didn't know you two were friends like that."
"I j-just feel like we relate really well b-because of our, you know, issues."
"Oh,"
"You like Thomas r-right?"
"Yeah, he's cool." Is it sad to admit that I was in fact a bit jealous that Tweek skipped out on our lunch for Thomas? I mean, I know he didn't mean it intentionally but it hurt my feelings. You know how long I was waiting at my car? Plus, I bought us a cake since I knew he didn't eat lunch I thought we could eat the cake together. But he didn't show, so I waited. Then after about fifteen minutes I went to his last class to find him, he wasn't there. So I checked his bench and sure enough there he was... with someone, so of course I was jealous. You know what? I had every right to be. But, I should just let it go. It meant nothing. Thomas is a good guy and obviously just a friend to Tweek.
But, I still can't get that twisting feeling to leave my stomach. God damn my bad temper.
"That's g-good. Geh," Tweek bites into his piece of cake.
"Red velvet's my favorite dessert." I tell him, "Since you want to know more about me, just thought we'd start with that but we don't have a lot of time left before lunch is over."
Tweek looked down, "I'm sorry..."
God damn it, now I feel guilty. Just because you got jealous doesn't mean you can hurt Tweek's feelings.
Yeah, I say that but still part of me is happy I hurt his feelings. He hurt mine a lot worse.
And he realizes this, obviously. I mean, he feels bad about it, so don't go making it worse on the poor guy.
Who the hell am I talking to?! GOD CRAIG, GET IT TOGETHER! You're a man, fucking apologize, NOW. "No, Tweek, I'm sorry. That was uncalled for... I know it's not your fault."
"BUT IT IS! IT'S SO MY FAULT. I SHOULD'VE REMEMBERED!" He grabbed his hair. I take his hands from his hair and hold them.
"No it's not, stop blaming yourself." I kiss his hand.
He stops rambling and blushes, "We can eat lunch together tomorrow and the day after and for the rest of high school, whatever you want, Craig! Just don't hate me!"
"I don't hate you, Tweek. I could never hate you, but it's seems pointless telling you this since you keep saying I'm gonna leave you."
"You thought- GAH- about it!" He yanks his hands back to pull on his hair again.
"I did not! I told you that's not what I was thinking about!"
"Liar, yes it was! You were gonna leave me and maybe you still a-mmm..." I slam my lips on his to shut him up.
"Tweek, I am not going to leave you!"
He blushes and puts his hands in his lap. "Sorry... I just... didn't get my coffee this morning so I'm a-a little more on the edge."
"It's alright, let's just clean up and head back." I sigh. We finish the rest of the cake and the bell rings. "I'll see you after school."
"A-Alright..."
"I'll meet you at your seventh period so just wait for me."
"O-Okay,"
Tweek's POV
I could've swore that was a fight right there. No, not a fight, an argument! Still no good!
Craig and I can't argue! Argue leads to break ups! I don't want to die alone! Plus, I actually like Craig, a lot!
He so cool, it balances me out! Why did I skip our lunch! He was waiting for me! Oh my god, I can't handle this pressure!
Now Craig's mad at me. What should I do? He's meeting me after this class, I can't forget. I'm not gonna forget.
BRING!
"Gah, JESUS!" I throw my binder in my book bag and head for the door.
What was Craig's seventh period again? How long would it take him to get here? Last time it was about a minute. I've just got to wait here. So, don't screw this up, Tweek!
"Hey- COCK SUCKER- Tweek."
I scream, "O-oh, hey, Thomas, what's up?"
"Nothing m- BITCH- much, whatcha doing?"
"I'm w-waiting- GEH- for Cr-Craig. He takes me home now." I explain.
He nods, "Oh, that's nice of him..." Thomas stares at a poster on a bulletin board. "Hey, are y- ASSHOLE FUCKING DOUCHE BAG- you doing something this Friday?" He asks.
"I d-don't think I'm doing a-anything- GAH- I might have to work in t-the café though. I'll a-ask, why?"
Thomas shrugged. "No reason, I just h- BITCH ASS CUNT- heard about this coffee expo a couple towns over and thought you might- SHIT- like to go with me."
My head snaps up, "A coffee expo?" I wasn't as obsessed with coffee as I was when I was little but it still interested me.
"Yeah, but if you- DAMN IT- have to work its cool, I'll take Timmy or something."
"I c-could ask my parents if I c- could go on Friday and then work S- Saturday." I suggest. I love coffee expos and I'd like to hang out with Thomas more.
"Alright, c- GODDAMN WHORE- call me if you can." He pulls out a piece of paper and scribbles his number on it. "Here's my number."
"A-Alright, will do." I take the paper and fold it, putting it in my pocket.
"Tweek,"
"GAH, JESUS!" I spin around to see who just put a hand on my shoulder. "H-Hey, Craig... wha-"
"Let's go." He tells me, taking my hand.
I blush, "Wait a sec. Bye Thomas, I'll call you about Friday!" I call as I get pulled out of the hallway of children.
Craig pulls his seatbelt over his torso and sighs. "R-Rough day?" I ask.
He shakes his head, pauses, and shrugs. "No- well, sort of, yeah, rough day."
I nod. "Are you okay?"
He nods, "Hey," I look up at him, "what did you mean by 'I'll call you about Friday' back there?"
"Oh," I shrug and turn back watching the road and cars pass. "Thomas was telling me about this coffee expo in another town and wanted to know if I wanted to go with him."
"Are you going?" He glances at me.
"I don't know I might have to work in the café so I might not be able to."
"Oh," He eyes went back to the road.
"Why?" I mess with the buttons on my shirt.
"Mm..." What does that mean?! Does he not want me to go... if so, why not? Maybe he wanted to hang out this weekend.
