I stayed on the roof far after they stopped playing and either went home or fell asleep. I'm pretty sure Token, Kyle, Stan, and Cartman left though so based off of what I know; Kenny and Butters are cuddling on the couch while Craig sleeps on the bed with Clyde on the floor because they were too tired to actually leave my room.
I stare up at the stars and watch as I shaped the stars in my mind to create shapes and pictures. I just realized Jimmy didn't come back with them earlier... oh well.
I hear rustling and the sound of someone struggling and I look over and see hands on the roof trying to pull themselves up.
I just sit there and close my eyes, facing the stars. If it is someone trying to kill me I can jump off and run inside and if not then I don't care.
I hear a grunt and the sound of someone landing on the roof so I know they got up but I refused to look. I heard them walking towards me and then the stopped and... sat down?
I feel something cover me and I open one of my eyes to see Craig putting a blanket on me and I close my eye again. He moves part of my hair out of my face and hesitates before moving his hand. I heard shuffling, but he didn't move so I opened my eye again and he was lying next to me, staring at the stars.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I ask quietly and he looks at me, slightly shocked.
"Didn't want you to freeze to death," he said and I nodded, staring up at the stars, curled up in the soft blanket.
We were silent but it was a comfortable silence. He eventually got up and tapped my shoulder.
"Have you slept?" he asked and I nodded.
"Y-you woke me up wh-when you came up," I lied and he raised an eyebrow.
"Did you know that you hold your breath when you lie?" he asked and I cocked my head to the side.
"No, I don't," I told him and he stayed silent for a second. I then realized that after I tell I lie I do hold my breath and wait for their response.
"F-fine, I haven't slept yet, b-but I'm fine," I told him and he nodded and took part of the blanket and put it over himself.
"Y-you can have it i-if you want. I'm n-not that cold," I offer but he shook his head and helped me sit up.
He felt my forehead and kept it there for a second before removing it. He wrapped me in the Blanket and looked at me before speaking again.
"You should come down and get some sleep. You feel warm; might be coming down with something," he said and I shook my head before coughing.
"I'm f-fine," I tell him, my throat a little sore.
He raised an eyebrow but he didn't question me and instead pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, gently playing with my hair. I Tensed and wanted him to go, but I didn't dare try to push him away.
"Relax," he whispered and I tried to steady my breath. I tried to stop my shaking and twitching, but the more I tried, the worse it got.
He leaned his head on mine and sighed, rubbing my back causing me to wince.
He pulled away from me at that and tried to touch my back again, but I flinched.
He grabbed the back of my shirt and I tried to push him away but I was too weak. He pulled up the back of my shirt and glared at it.
"Who did this?" He asked, gently running a finger over one of the bruises and I hissed and tried to move away.
He put my shirt down and held me so I was sitting with my back against his chest and he rested his head on my shoulder.
"Who did it, Tweek?" He whispered and I sighed and shook my head.
"S-some kids," I tell him and he nods as he sees I'm breathing.
"South Park kids?" He asked and I shook my head.
He sighed and rubbed my arm.
"Rest, Tweek. I will make sure you wake up before sunrise in three hours okay," he said and I decided to just give in.
I rested my head on his chest and let him wrap his arms around my waste. He wrapped the blanket around up again and he looked up at the stars.
"You are really warm though, you should go inside," he whispered and I sighed.
"I-I'm good," I mutter and he nods as I rest my eyes.
Before I knew it someone was shaking my shoulders and I reluctantly opened my eyes.
"Good morning, it's about to be sunrise," the monotone voice said and I glared at him before cuddling back into his warm chest and closing my eyes.
"Tweek, c'mon if you want to sleep some more you can go inside," he said gently hit my leg.
I grunted and reluctantly sat up. I looked around, my vision slightly blurry, but it quickly adjusted.
I looked off to the back of the house I saw the sun Rising and I couldn't help but stare.
I've seen so many sunrises, but this one has to be the best. The slight colors of purple, pink, orange, yellow, and blue colored the sky beautifully with fluffy looking clouds that floated across made it look perfect.
If you looked close enough you could still see a few stars and I watched them disappear as the sun rose.
"The second best view in South Park," I heard Craig say behind me and I looked at him.
He had a small smile on his face that I don't think he was aware of and I gave him a weak smile before trying to stand up.
"Damn..." I mutter as I try to regain balance.
It has been over a week since I slept last, at least for more than fifteen.
"You aren't a morning person are you?" Craig asked and I shrugged.
"I guess y-you could say th-that," I say barely above a whisper before coughing.
Craig patted my back as I coughed and when I stopped I realized I was practically holding onto him to keep my balance.
I let go quickly and I rub my eyes before coughing slightly.
"C'mere, I'll help you get down from the roof and back into your room. Get on my back," Craig said and I shook my head.
"I-I'm fine," I mutter, walking towards the Branch that I climbed on.
I jumped and Barely caught it and pulled myself up. I started to lazily climb down, which wasn't easy because my grip was weak and my head felt like it was spinning.
I climbed down to my window and jumped onto it so I was holding onto the ledge. I tried to pull myself up but before I knew what was happening my hands lost their grip completely and I started to fall.
I closed my eyes and waited to hit the ground, but I didn't, instead, I landed in a pair of arms that held onto me tightly.
"I told you to let me Carry you," he muttered and I looked up and glared at him before trying to get out of his arms.
He kept his Grip but dropped my legs to feel my forehead.
"It's gotten worse," he said before scooping up my legs and I sigh.
"I-I'm a human h-heater, I get w-warmer the c-colder it gets," I tell him, but he doesn't let me down and instead he carries me into the house through the front door and placed me on the couch before taking the blanket he had put around his neck and covered me with it.
"Sleep, we'll talk when you wake up," he says, brushing hair out of my face and giving me a half smile, again, probably unintentional.
I felt cold without him by my side, he produced a heat that the couch and blanket just didn't do so I tossed and turned and tried to get comfortable, but I felt cold.
He came downstairs awhile later after making sure the other three were still asleep and noticed me shaking more than normal.
"You okay?" he asked, sitting on the couch and touching my forehead.
"C-Cold," I mutter and he sighs before getting up, but I weakly grab his sleeve and look at him with pleading eyes.
Okay, I have never really been sick, nor have I ever really slept, so why the fuck am I sick and sleeping here. This town is fucking weird.
Craig got the message and laid down next to me and as if I wasn't in control of my body I cuddled up to him and took in the warmth he was giving off and closed my eyes.
I'm fucking terrified as to why I am comfortable around someone who probably wants to kill, rape, kidnap, or all of the above to me.
I feel myself slowly drift off into a sleep despite my entire mindset telling me not to; I guess my body just fucking hates me.