Word Count: 1000
Trigger Warnings: mention of kidnap, slapping
Craig's POV
Tweek hasn't answered any of our phone calls ever since Clyde hung up, and I'm starting to get worried. It's been 5 hours, and no one has heard a word from Tweek. This, as anyone could imagine, is a valid reason to be worried. Tweek isn't the type of person to suddenly ghost on everyone in his life; if anyone, that would be me.
"God damnit, Donovan. If you hadn't hung up that call, we wouldn't be in this situation!" I yelled at him.
"Stop yelling at me! You've been doing it for the past 4 hours! It's really fucking annoying," he snapped back at me.
"With reason!" Token protested.
"Craig, I'm sure he's fine. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have been so calm over the phone." Clyde stated, trying to calm my nerves.
I sighed, knowing he was right. Tweek doesn't have the ability to act so calmly without actually being in the state.
Then my phone buzzed, and suddenly I was engrossed in my phone.
Tweekers: Hey have you burst an aneurysm yet?
Me: No but I might soon
Me: Where are you?
Tweekers: I told yyou guys, I'm at a frends house.
Tweekers: Friend's*
Me: Who?
Tweekers: You probably don't know him
Me: Try me
He took a while before he responded again.
Tweekers: Where are you?
Me: Still at Tokens why?
Tweekers: We'll be over soon
Me: What?
Me: Tweek?
He didn't respond again. I was going to tell Token and Clyde what happened, but as soon as I turned back to face them, they both fell backwards, onto their asses.
"Snoops." I flipped them off.
•••
After about 20 minutes of us waiting for a knock or a honk outside of Token's house, my phone buzzed again.
Tweek: Heey we're outside teel tokens to thell the guard to let us in
I smiled at his mistakes as Token called up to the guard outside and told him to let them in.
Token ran downstairs and opened the door for them as Clyde and I watched from the upstairs indoor balcony.
I was happy to see an unscathed Tweek walk in, but felt my blood boil when I saw the boy that walked in behind him. I instantly recognized him as the boy from the coffee shop that gave extra money to Tweek, also known as the goth kid, Pete. I did my best to hide my jealousy as I walked down the staircase and shot a smile towards Tweek.
He smiled back at me. I looked over to the boy and glared at him while Tweek was talking to Token.
"See! I told you I wasn't kidnapped." Tweek smiled at Token.
"You could've at least answered the calls..." Token mumbled.
"Sorry, mum." Tweek laughed.
Token pouted and stepped aside to let them in.
"Hey, Craig!" Pete smiled. I glared back at him.
"Oh, Right! This is Pete!" He beamed, "He's a Junior at our school."
"I know," I said in accusatory tone, staring him down.
I involuntarily rolled my eyes at Tweek's excitement, and he frowned. I straightened up again. I stuck out my hand, and he shook it. I squeezed it and lingered longer than it should've, glaring at him.
"Dad, calm down." Tweek piped up, noticing Pete's wincing. I snapped back into reality and frowned at the title he gave me. Tweek rolled his eyes as I let go of Pete's hand.
"Craig, could I talk to you for a second?" Clyde asks in more of a statement than a question. I begrudgingly followed him into the kitchen.
"Dude, I get that you're jealous, but you don't have to be so obvious."
"I'm not jealous! I'm not gay! I just don't trust this guy, Clyde." I whisper-growled.
"Yeah, and I hate Tacos. Listen, I know just as much as you do that you enjoyed that kiss with Tweek at the party yesterday. I've known you for my whole life; I know what you look like when you're happy. Besides, it was your first kiss; I know it was special to you."
I glared at him but didn't utter another word as I walked out of the kitchen without acknowledging his argument.
"Oh, good you're back!" Token cheered, "Tweek just was telling me about how he and Pete have been hanging out all day."
I flipped him off and sat down on the couch in the space between Pete and Tweek. A tight fit, but I wasn't complaining as I squeezed up next to Tweek. Tweek nudged me back, and I scowled as Clyde glared at me on the other couch.
"You could cut the tension in here with a knife," Pete piped up, breaking the silence. I twitched slightly at his words and glared back at him. He slouched down.
"Craig..." Tweek warned.
I got up and walked to the kitchen to get some water. I heard Tweek sigh followed footsteps behind me.
"Craig? Can you please stop acting like this?" Tweek asked in a small voice.
"I don't trust him, Twitches." I snuck in the nickname but got no reaction.
"You don't have to. I'm the one with the friend, not you." He hissed.
I flipped him off as I got out a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He twitched at my sudden action, but quickly straightened himself out.
I walked back to the living room without another word.
"That's it!" He growled. I turned around, surprised at his angry outburst. He slapped me and quickly took Pete's hand, who was sitting in awe on the couch. "Come on, Pete, we're leaving!" He shouted. I sent my hand up to my face, involuntarily rubbing my cheek in shock.
The door slammed behind them.
"Holy shit, dude," Clyde said, aghast. In all honesty, we were all surprised that Tweek had done that.
"We told you, you shouldn't have hung out with him," Token reminded me, bitterly. I jumped onto Token, kicking him and punching him, allowing a string of colourful words to escape his mouth.
"WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE!" Clyde yelled, pulling me off of Token while I was still yelling at him.
I slouched down. "Mother fucker..."
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