Panic Attacks & Cigarette Packs | Creek

12

Craig's POV

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't taken aback by Tweek kissing me, but I'd also be lying if I said I didn't like it, either.
At first, I was pretty confused and honestly shocked.
Then it all kind of made sense in a way.
Then I mentally facepalmed.
Fucks sake, I could've told him I liked him from the start instead of worrying about him not liking me back.
Honestly, that kiss felt like it could've lasted forever, though in reality it was only a few seconds.
Once we parted, Tweek was a bit of a mess.
It took a moment for both of us to actually process what happened.
"GAH! S-sorry! Oh god! I-I don't k-know what got into me!" He exclaimed, sounding genuinely worried that he had done something wrong.
"Tweek, it's fine." I said reassuringly, trying to calm him down.
Though, to no avail.
He seemed to ignore what I was saying, or he just couldn't hear me over the sound of him freaking out.
He freaked out for about five minutes before I could get him to actually calm down.
He took a few deep breaths before finally looking at me.
"Sorry..." he muttered.
"For?" I replied, which seemed to catch him off guard.
"F-for... well you know what..." he said, looking away again.
I chuckled a bit, which made him quickly look back at me with a confused look.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself..." I replied with a small smile.
"Y-you're not like... mad... or anything?" He asked nervously.
"No, why would I be?" I replied.
He didn't reply, instead he kind of shrugged while twitching a bit.
"If it's because you think I don't like you... then you're pretty wrong." I said bluntly.
"Huh? Wait... you do...?" He asked.
"Well, yeah, I mean, who wouldn't?" I replied.
Okay, I may have seemed cool about it in the outside, but inside I was freaking the fuck out.
"Wait... lemme get this straight" he started.
I got the urge to reply with some gay ass joke because he said "straight" but I held back.
"You..." He said, pointing toward me.
"Like me?" He added, pointing back at himself.
"Mhm" I answered with a nod.
"Dammit, so I had all of that anxiety from that one night just to have it all be meaningless" he blurted out.
"I knew it." I muttered under my breath.
"What?" He said, confused.
"Nothing..." I replied quickly.
"Anyway..." he started again.
More like anygay...
"What.. happens next, then?" He asked.
"I... honestly don't know. Guess we just gotta see what happens..." I replied with a shrug.
"Well, that didn't help.." he said with a small chuckle.
He glanced over to a clock in the corner of the room.
"Hm... it's only six and my parents won't be back for a while and we don't have anything to eat..." he said.
"We could go out to eat." I suggested.
He contemplated it for a minute before responding.
"Depends on how much money I have..." he replied.
"I have some money." I said.
He gave me a questioning look, sense he knew I didn't have a job and my parents never gave me an allowance.
"I sorta kinda maybe stole it from my dad last week." I said, not needing him to say anything.
"Craig!" He exclaimed.
"Sorry, sorry, damn." I said, putting my hands up slightly.
He rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, don't do it again mister. Anyway, I guess we should go see how much money I have" He said.
"Okay, and one more thing," I started.
"Hm?" He replied.
"You taste like a bunch of mixtures of coffee and I don't know how to feel about that." I said, chuckling.
His face turned red, though he just rolled his eyes and swiftly walked past me, I followed.
We silently went upstairs and into Tweek's room.
He walked over to a shelf in the corner of his room and picked something up.
He brought it back over to his bed and I realized what it was.
I couldn't help but laugh a bit.
"The fuck you laughin' about?" He asked.
"Oh nothing, just didn't expect you to have a piggy bank." I said, following it up with a chuckle.
"Not just any piggy bank, but one shaped like a coffee mug." He replied.
He opened it and surprisingly, a good bit of money fell out.
"Yeah, I think you have enough for some food." I said, sitting down next to him.
"Hmm..." he hummed, placing a hand on his chin.
"Can we just order pizza instead of going out? Because I'm too tired for that bullshit." He asked.
"Fine by me, I just want food." I replied.
"Good." He said as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket.

Ah! Okay so this chapter was a bit rushed, so it's short and shitty tbh...
But, I wanted to get a chapter out this week so have whatever the fuck this is.
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