Mhm, whats got you so worked up today, blondie?
I smiled hearing Tweeks sweetly soothed voice call me all the way over from the living room. Something about hurrying up and checking something out, something like that. Don't ask me what he's referring to, but whatever it is, it was making him really damn excited.
And that alone was making me...excited too.
"Coming!" I chuckled and steadily combed a brush through the black slicked ends of my hair. I wasn't always on the brushing nature of getting ready in the mornings, but when I brushed my hair back it almost made my black silky hair return to a somewhat calmer state of mind. And I liked that, even if the slick back would roll its way back over to my forehead the minute I brushed it back.
"Ughh you're taking forever Craig" he cried out from the living room and I laughed, shaking my head in protest.
"Give me a minute!" I snickered and brought my eyes up over to the mirror in front of me.
it's just me and I know it's just me. But my body's getting chills from just staring. I feel tense and scared shitless suddenly out of nowhere. I went from having a great day to having goosebumps over a dream I had last night. And it was creepy to recall how horrified I had felt last night.
But why now? Why now out of all moments? Fuck, I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. At first my memories a little foggy but I know what I saw. I know damn well what I saw.
Because it was me.
weird right? Who would've known that a dream of just staring at myself would've caused such a fierce havoc to the way I was feeling right now, so out of touch with the person I was in that dream.
A picture of someone I knew, yet I didn't. Fangs in my mouth and horns atop of my head. A demon regardless of how much I fiddled my fangs with my thumb and pulled at my horns. Because at the end of the day, that same demon I saw in my dream was me. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that it wasn't.
Creepy right? I'd probably shit my pants if I had a dream something like that twice in a row. To dream that I was a demon too? Felt disgusting.
But I get the feeling that maybe being around Tweek too long is starting to get to me naturally and I don't mind since I do blame myself for staying up so long just to think about Tweek. Thinking and asking myself about how he might be feeling.
As to how he might be feeling to know that his body is twisted to look like the devil, red horns, tails and red eyes. Which is silly because as much as he looks like a demon, he's the complete opposite of a beast. Clumsy, messy, cute...
in fact, he wasn't even a demon in the first place so I don't even blame him.
I just hope he never finds a reason to call himself disgusting for being so hated.
Because he isn't disgusting.
he's beautiful...
and persistent sometimes...
"UGH CRAIG WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LICKING THE WALLS CLEAN!?" he shouts back at me for one last time and I take a subtle step back. Walking out of the door with a wide smile pressed against my lips. Told you, persistent.
"My bad babe" I chuckle and exaggerate the tone in my voice as I make my way over to the living room. Just to lay on the wall opposite to his, with my arms crossed down to my chest.
Other than how I was standing, I wasn't really wearing anything out of the ordinary. But the look he was giving me from the moment I stepped out of the washroom to the moment I had my back leaned up against the wall, was making me giggle. Obviously someone couldn't keep his eyes off of my body.
I grinned, following his eyes as he traced over the black folds of my tank top and grey sweatpants I had curled around my body, curving and denting into every single mold of my own toned body. A little amused to have seen him stay so silent for so long.
"Am I...wearing something...weird?" I raised my brow and grinned, knocking my hands down from my chest to the pockets of my sweatpants in a single flick. I'm not too sure about him, but I kinda feel nice not having to wear my navy blues once in a while.
"Uh, no" he muffled and his face went red. "You look perfectly fine" he baffled around with his words and I laughed. Does fine mean staring at me for a couple of minutes?
"If I look good you can just tell me, Tweek" I smiled and hinted at the rosy shades of pink-all over his face. "What the hell" he mouthed and I shook my head in amusement. It wasnt always that I got to grab a taste at what he was thinking about, but whenever I did, It never failed to make me feel like wanting to fucking kiss him.
To want to pull him in and dig my hands underneath every inch of his body, to take a bite at his lips and to push him around in my arms.
To make him moan.
Yikes!!! take a step back...as much as I fantasize to touch him and kiss him, the more probable outcome would probably be something like...a kick to the stomach...a punch to the face and...a ticket to the hospital. Which you know isn't as bad as it seems, but between the two options I'd prefer the first option obviously....and well...I don't mind the second option if it gets me a kiss too...Haha...
But ugh was it amusing to tease him. Watch him face me off and push me around, watch him put his hands on my chest only so that I could turn him around and push him up against the wall.
Bad habit, I laughed and shook my head to look up at the bummed out expression written all over his face. Sorry hon, where were we?
"So, what's got you so worked up today that you have to yell out for me?" I laughed and his face turned back to its casual sweet hints of excitement. Gee Tweek, one minute you're all flustered and I feel like pulling you in, and the second you're just giving me the sweetest smile and making my situation worse.
Pick one dummy, my heart can't take both.
Though...both don't sound half as bad.
"About time" he rolled his eyes and pointed his index finger out the window in front of him. Which felt and looked a little bit...weirder today. Not that today hadn't been strange at all, in fact the whole mood had just felt off from the moment I woke up and took a step outside. But strange in a good way you know? like that feeling you get when somethings just happened right outside your window but you haven't quite settled your own eyes on it.
Makes you almost thrilled to imagine what might've been behind that window. A cat? A dog? Or a ticket to the lottery? Nah just kidding, but instincts tell me if Tweeks melted his eyes out to the scene outside then it must be good.
"For the love of god, it's snowing!" he smiled and my face lit up. Now this was a surprise.
I wasn't always a big fan of the snow, but after a time of eerie fog and fierce lighting. The cold within the air almost felt a little bit too lonely outside, despite the outbursts of color all over the neighbourhood. So to finally see that it was snowing, made me happy to imagine that the cold wouldn't be alone anymore.
"Seriously?" I smiled and pushed my body off the wall. I knew something was off, but in no way had I ever imagined that today out of all days, would've been a snowy day. I knew that it was going to snow one of these days as the weather continued to temper with the temperature. But whether it'd start today or tomorrow always managed to catch me off guard.
"Don't believe me?" he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms to his chest. The subtle snarl in his lips makes me want to kiss him even more than before. But as always, I don't say a word because I'd rather play with my words first than act them out and get a punch to the stomach.
"Depends" I grinned playfully, despite already knowing the truth behind my words, just for the sole purpose of getting a rise out of him. To see that same expression on his face that gets me thrilled.
Calmly I make my way over to him and trickle my hand neatly around the nape of his neck. I know my fingers are cold so as soon as I roll my finger up his neck, his shoulders tense up and his body shudders. And it's at this moment that I start to realize that I'm a little too dangerously close to taking a dive at his neck. But instead I just laugh it off and shuffle my fingers through his hair. cute.
"Dick" he murmurs and I let go of his hair.
So rude, I replied, looking out the window with a smile, I guess he really wasn't lying. Not that there was a reason to have lied to me anyway. But there it was, the soft rows of unpatched snow falling down to the ground from the sky, every shape unique to its size. Some the same and some different. Each individual battling for its way down to the ground where they all end up clumped up together. Some ugly, some pretty, just ending up all in the same pile. Castled up from imperfections to make something so beautiful...
"Alright, let's go then" he laughed and brought me out of my train of thought as he ran over to the closet door, bringing his raw cold hands down to the doorknob and twisting the damn thing open with a flick.
Wait hold on, I don't remember agreeing to something earlier. Slow down will you Blondie!?
"Go where?"
"Outside duh" he scuffed his hands into the cabinets of winter garments, pulling out whatever blue scarf and unmatched mittens he could get his sticky hands on, and to top it off with the sweet cherry on top he pulls out my nasa star sleeved jacket out of the trenches of my closet and rolls his shaky arms through the holes of the slick thing. uhh, how old is that damn thing!? I'm pretty sure the last time I wore that thing was last winter.
"Woah woah okay, slow down" I laughed and approached him from behind, scuffing my nose into his sweetly scented hair, the smell of brown sugar and cookies reminding me of all the time he baked desserts in my kitchen.
Mm why the rush Tweek?
"So, is this your idea of getting ready for winter...?" I teased, giving him a quick glance from behind. Of course it doesnt take me an eternity to realize that his idea of a perfect winter outfit is most likely going to get him a fucking cold the next day.
"Seriously? I'm not going to get a cold Craig, I'm 21 years old." He sighed and turned around to face me. you're an adult yet you never change huh? I sigh and look up at him just in time to see him wrapping his arms around the nape of my neck.
Pulling me in, looking up at my eyes. Breathing into my face.
I swear...I'm getting dizzy.
"Is this supposed to convince me?" I smiled, rallying my fingers down to his waist, a gentle tug is all it takes before I've pulled him closer to my waist. Pushing my fingers playfully down the spine of fabric on his jacket, puncturing his back. Feeling his breath shudder, his body tense up.
"Worth a try" he tilted his head and I leaned in a little closer. "Mhm"
if this was his way of convincing me, then count god that it was fucking working.
I laughed, curved my lips into a smile and planted my forehead on his collarbone. Jesus, it's like everyday I can't even tell what crazy shit you're gonna do anymore. I shake my head and he gasps, snapping his hands away from my neck and down to my shoulders.
"Honestly, I don't know what i'm going to do with you" I whispered, merely above a breath, my fingers just lightly reaching his chest, a simple flick and tug at the zipper line of his jacket. Lightly I open the gap in-between us and focus-my eyes on the zipper, flick my wrist and zip it up.
Done, easy peasy right? Quick fix that prevents you from getting a cold. Call me a hero if you want blondie...or well a kiss works as fine too...actually can I get the kiss?
"Wayy different right babe?" I walked away from him and ran a hand through the ends of my hair. Maybe I should have realized this ages ago, but when he doesn't say a word I freak out a little. Oh god did I do something wrong? Was this too intimate was that why?
"Oh shit, OH" he panicked and pulled his scarf up to the lower half of his face. Now I was seriously feeling worried, please for the love of-don't tell me you got sick already!? We didn't even get a chance to take a step outside. Oh ugh, I panicked trying to pick at his hand. Did I not catch it before? Had you already been sick? Just answer me please. I'll go get you some medicine as soon as I can-
"Tweek are you okay? I'm getting worri-?" I cooed finally taking a good look at his eyes. Tweek why won't you answer me-
You're kidding.
"Ha..HAHAHA" I laughed, holding in my laugh, trying my best to keep it in despite how hard it was to. I couldn't believe it, of course he wasn't sick. Not even close to sick, I wiped the joyous tear from my eyes and exhaled.
Leniently my finger made its way up over to his scarf and he frowned as I pulled it down lightly, because he knew that he couldn't do anything about it. And that was plenty obvious already.
"You're blushing" I teased and cocked a brow up in response, I take a step closer, he takes a step back and his shoulder hits the wall.
"it's the cold"
"Really?" I bantered
"Because I don't recall the inside of my house being so..." I brushed my knuckle on his cheek and grinned, "Cold" I finish off my sentence and reel my hands up to the wall beside his shoulders. Pinning him up against the wall just to look at the temperature monitor that laid beside him.
You always lie this much Tweek?
I Snake the other hand up his chin, tug and pull him in closer to my face, I want to look at him. See that priceless expression stuck up to his face that makes me want to kiss him.
"Well, a geez, I guess it is now haha-" he rubbed his knuckles up against his cheeks and flicked his chin away from my hand. "Weird huh?" he smiled despite the awful attempts at massacring the hints of blush on his cheeks.
"Tweek" I sighed and hovered my lips around the corner of his ear, keeping that pretty little smile on the curve of my lips. Because the next time I speak, I want to have him hooked around my finger.
"If you wanted to kiss me, you don't have to ask"
His face went red. Maybe even redder than before. And...you know, if a kiss was what you wanted. I don't mind if you gave me one right now.
"So" I played loosely with my words and pulled my head into a gentle tilt, I keep a good eye on him and open my mouth.
"you gonna kiss me? Blondie"