Harbucks Sucks

"…"Craig stared unseeing at his cell phone’s bright lit screen, blinking slowly as he processed the words upon it. This couldn’t possibly be the Tweek Tweak he knew. The one who got panic attacks even thinking about being a little suggestive, the one who couldn’t flirt to save his life, the one who drowned in social interactions unless he was so filled with caffeine he could barely walk straight, let alone tap his fingers on the right buttons on his phone.”who is this?" Craig typed back slowly before pressing send. His phone made the sound saying that the text had been successfully sent, and then Craig dropped it back onto his bedspread. If it was Tweek… well, what a weird thing to say. It couldn’t be Tweek though, Craig was sure. Tweek wouldn’t even let a drop of alcohol ever hit his tongue, let alone go to that party that whoever was throwing. Craig didn’t even pay attention to the party invites anymore. Everyone knew he hated them, and would never go.

Craig paused when Tweek asked about his nickname. It had just slipped out before Craig could second guess himself. He hadn’t used it in ages. People always looked at them weird whenever Craig called Tweek “Tweekers.” It was just… no one did it anymore. Clyde and Token used to, but it was only Craig who kept using it to refer to his best friend. Craig always got a warm feeling when he used the nickname on Tweek. “Yeah,” he managed to say, looking anywhere but at Tweek’s face. He felt a rush of heat to his face and silently cursed him for flushing because of this. “I called you Tweekers,” he replied and his eyes came back to Tweek’s own, as he shrugged. It was as if he was silently saying, “So what?” “Of course you can go with me,” Craig said. He didn’t even pause to think about picking Tweek up. When he made the grabby hands, Craig’s heart clenched and his lungs froze. It was like the air had been stolen from him, and he attempted to keep acting normal. Reaching out, Craig slid his hands around Tweek’s body and hefted him into his arms, getting to his feet. Tweek weighed more than the last time he had lifted him, but Craig was also a bit stronger, so it wasn’t anything that he couldn’t handle. “You should probably text your parents to let them know,” Craig began, then shook his hand. “Nah, I’ll do it for you. You seem a little too out of it to text them something that wouldn’t make your mom freak out.” He held Tweek closer to him, so that his head could easily lay itself on his shoulder as they walked. He managed to open the door to the room while still juggling Tweek in his arms, then headed towards the stairs to the first floor. They’d quickly get out of here and Craig would bundle Tweek up in his bed where he could sleep off all the alcohol. “Maybe this will teach you not to drink so much, huh Tweekers?” Craig said, attempting to make a joke. His arms tightened a bit reflexively around Tweek, thinking about what would have happened if Craig hadn’t shown up. Tweek probably would have collapsed in that room and been there all night. Tweek was definitely influencing him if Craig was sitting here worrying about something that never happened, but… just thinking about what could have happened made Craig’s stomach knot up unpleasantly.

"I just wanted to forget," Tweek mumbled into Craig's neck, ashamed of how intoxicated he had let himself become. It was hard knowing he and Craig were so close, but yet he would never have Craig in the way he truly wanted. The more intoxicated he became, they less he thought about Craig and that was an opportunity Tweek didn't want to pass up. But before he knew it, he was absolutely smashed and incoherent. He'd have to find a better way to cope with the fact that Craig didn't reciprocate his feelings.

"…"Craig stared unseeing at his cell phone’s bright lit screen, blinking slowly as he processed the words upon it. This couldn’t possibly be the Tweek Tweak he knew. The one who got panic attacks even thinking about being a little suggestive, the one who couldn’t flirt to save his life, the one who drowned in social interactions unless he was so filled with caffeine he could barely walk straight, let alone tap his fingers on the right buttons on his phone.”who is this?" Craig typed back slowly before pressing send. His phone made the sound saying that the text had been successfully sent, and then Craig dropped it back onto his bedspread. If it was Tweek… well, what a weird thing to say. It couldn’t be Tweek though, Craig was sure. Tweek wouldn’t even let a drop of alcohol ever hit his tongue, let alone go to that party that whoever was throwing. Craig didn’t even pay attention to the party invites anymore. Everyone knew he hated them, and would never go.

“Listen, just,” Craig said softly, feeling completely lost. “Let’s get you up and cleaned up, and I’ll take you home. Or you can come back to my place and sleep it off. Or if you don’t wanna be around me—which, I don’t know, I get that feeling and that’s fine—I can take you home and you can rest. I just… I don’t want to leave you here, Tweekers. It’s not safe here and no one is watching out for you.” He held his hand out. If Tweek wanted to take it, he could, but Craig wasn’t going to force him.

Craig was offering to take care of him? Tweek had thought that he didn't want to be around Craig right now, but at the prospect of going to Craig's house was too much to pass up. "C-can I go with you?" he mumbled, sheepishly. What if this was a trap and Craig really didn't want Tweek to take him up on his offer? Looking up at Craig, he made a weak gesture to be picked up, similar to one that a two year old would make. When they were younger, Craig carried him around all the time. That was before Thomas Tucker had commented on how it was unnatural. After that Craig just stopped doing it. Tweek was a lot heavier now and he didn't know if Craig could pick him up or if he would even be willing to. He really did hope he was willing. He wasn't exactly in the best shape to walk.

"…"Craig stared unseeing at his cell phone’s bright lit screen, blinking slowly as he processed the words upon it. This couldn’t possibly be the Tweek Tweak he knew. The one who got panic attacks even thinking about being a little suggestive, the one who couldn’t flirt to save his life, the one who drowned in social interactions unless he was so filled with caffeine he could barely walk straight, let alone tap his fingers on the right buttons on his phone.”who is this?" Craig typed back slowly before pressing send. His phone made the sound saying that the text had been successfully sent, and then Craig dropped it back onto his bedspread. If it was Tweek… well, what a weird thing to say. It couldn’t be Tweek though, Craig was sure. Tweek wouldn’t even let a drop of alcohol ever hit his tongue, let alone go to that party that whoever was throwing. Craig didn’t even pay attention to the party invites anymore. Everyone knew he hated them, and would never go.

“Why do you think you’re an obligation? You’re not.”

"B..because you don't even want to be around anymore. I fucked everything up, it's all my fault. Everything is my fault," he choked out, willing himself to not burst out into complete hysterics. He didn't want Craig to feel bad or worry, but part of him felt vindictive like he should make Craig suffer in some way too for making him suffer. Right now it really fucking sucked that Craig was his best friend. He didn't trust anyone enough to confide in about his feelings for Craig, besides Craig himself.

✌ My muse is having nightmare, calling out your muse’s name.

"…"Craig stared unseeing at his cell phone’s bright lit screen, blinking slowly as he processed the words upon it. This couldn’t possibly be the Tweek Tweak he knew. The one who got panic attacks even thinking about being a little suggestive, the one who couldn’t flirt to save his life, the one who drowned in social interactions unless he was so filled with caffeine he could barely walk straight, let alone tap his fingers on the right buttons on his phone.”who is this?" Craig typed back slowly before pressing send. His phone made the sound saying that the text had been successfully sent, and then Craig dropped it back onto his bedspread. If it was Tweek… well, what a weird thing to say. It couldn’t be Tweek though, Craig was sure. Tweek wouldn’t even let a drop of alcohol ever hit his tongue, let alone go to that party that whoever was throwing. Craig didn’t even pay attention to the party invites anymore. Everyone knew he hated them, and would never go.

“Tweek,” he said, and his voice was tight, strained. “Tweek, why are you crying? Is it because you’re drunk?” He heard alcohol could do this kind of thing to people. Maybe that was it, maybe Tweek was a weepy drunk. That would certainly make Craig feel better at this point.

Resiting the urge to pull his hair, his fingers twitched. This was stressful! He shook his head no, he was not crying because he was drunk. He didn't want Craig to feel guilty, but he could never lie to his Craig. Now Craig couldn't even speak normally to him. He sounded as if he would rather be anywhere else and Tweek was just an obligation. "I'm not an obligation, you can go. I know you don't want to be here," he muttered, before his stomach gave a terrible lurch and he emptied the contents of it on the floor. Alcohol tasted a hell of a lot worse coming out than it did going in. Giving a defeated whimper he rolled over and curled himself into a ball, trying to be as small as possible. Maybe Craig would go away and he could get himself under control. That seemed unlikely with how shitty he was feeling at the present moment.

"…"Craig stared unseeing at his cell phone’s bright lit screen, blinking slowly as he processed the words upon it. This couldn’t possibly be the Tweek Tweak he knew. The one who got panic attacks even thinking about being a little suggestive, the one who couldn’t flirt to save his life, the one who drowned in social interactions unless he was so filled with caffeine he could barely walk straight, let alone tap his fingers on the right buttons on his phone.”who is this?" Craig typed back slowly before pressing send. His phone made the sound saying that the text had been successfully sent, and then Craig dropped it back onto his bedspread. If it was Tweek… well, what a weird thing to say. It couldn’t be Tweek though, Craig was sure. Tweek wouldn’t even let a drop of alcohol ever hit his tongue, let alone go to that party that whoever was throwing. Craig didn’t even pay attention to the party invites anymore. Everyone knew he hated them, and would never go.

Craig shoved his hands into his jacket’s pockets. If he didn’t he was going to reach out and touch Tweek, run his fingers lightly through the other boy’s hair and check his temperature. His cheeks were flushed. Did he have a fever? Or was that just a side effect of the alcohol? “You’re drunk,” he stated, ever the captain obvious. “How much have you had to drink…?” If Craig was guessing, he’d say a lot. Tweek’s eyes were even a little glassy, like he was having a hard time focusing. Craig took a few more steps forward and then crouched next to his best friend, eyes studying the blonde’s face. “Are you collapsed on the floor because you can’t walk,” he stated more than asked, figuring this was the case.

GAH, why was Craig getting closer?! He felt his throat burn and he wasn't sure whether it was from the urge to vomit or the urge to cry. He still didn't trust himself to speak, so to answer Craig's question Tweek attempted to haul himself to his feet, unsuccessfully. He promptly fell back on his butt and he winced. Now the tears were coming, he felt them wet, and hot running down his cheeks. He wasn't too sure why he was crying either. Maybe it was shame from letting himself get so intoxicated or maybe it was the hurt from Craig essentially abandoning him after he started dating Heidi. Why was Craig ever here? He had already made it quite clear that he didn't care about Tweek or how he felt. He had no right to come here and act all concerned. He was part of the reason Tweek was so drunk, he wanted to forget.

"…"Craig stared unseeing at his cell phone’s bright lit screen, blinking slowly as he processed the words upon it. This couldn’t possibly be the Tweek Tweak he knew. The one who got panic attacks even thinking about being a little suggestive, the one who couldn’t flirt to save his life, the one who drowned in social interactions unless he was so filled with caffeine he could barely walk straight, let alone tap his fingers on the right buttons on his phone.”who is this?" Craig typed back slowly before pressing send. His phone made the sound saying that the text had been successfully sent, and then Craig dropped it back onto his bedspread. If it was Tweek… well, what a weird thing to say. It couldn’t be Tweek though, Craig was sure. Tweek wouldn’t even let a drop of alcohol ever hit his tongue, let alone go to that party that whoever was throwing. Craig didn’t even pay attention to the party invites anymore. Everyone knew he hated them, and would never go.

Heading up the stairs, he took them two at a time. For some reason adrenaline was pumping through his veins and he felt like he needed to find Tweek. The sooner the better. He opened up the first bedroom, then scrambled out when he happened upon Kenny and a girl Craig didn’t even bother to try to figure out who she was. Didn’t care. Tweek definitely wasn’t in there. He headed further down the hall, peeking into each room as he passed, until he came to the end of the hall. There was only one more door. Tweek had to be here. “Tweek,” he called as he opened the door, and sure enough there he was. “Found you.”

Wincing at the sudden noise, Tweek looked up to his intruded and pouted. It was Craig. Why did he come here? Did he not realize that he was upset and didn't want to see his stupid, cute face right now? "What do you want," Tweek slurred, doing his best to give Craig a glare, something he was failing miserably at. "Heidi is here. You can just go find her and leave me alone," he said, before sticking his tongue out at Craig.

"…"Craig stared unseeing at his cell phone’s bright lit screen, blinking slowly as he processed the words upon it. This couldn’t possibly be the Tweek Tweak he knew. The one who got panic attacks even thinking about being a little suggestive, the one who couldn’t flirt to save his life, the one who drowned in social interactions unless he was so filled with caffeine he could barely walk straight, let alone tap his fingers on the right buttons on his phone.”who is this?" Craig typed back slowly before pressing send. His phone made the sound saying that the text had been successfully sent, and then Craig dropped it back onto his bedspread. If it was Tweek… well, what a weird thing to say. It couldn’t be Tweek though, Craig was sure. Tweek wouldn’t even let a drop of alcohol ever hit his tongue, let alone go to that party that whoever was throwing. Craig didn’t even pay attention to the party invites anymore. Everyone knew he hated them, and would never go.

Craig had begun to walk again, but the next two texts brought him to another halt. He was almost to the party, about halfway there, and it would probably be best to have this conversation in person… but… “u like boys?” It would make sense. Tweek had been playfully calling him sexy, and sometimes… sometimes Craig wondered, but. He hadn’t thought he would find out like this. “i’m going 2 b there in a sec. where r u in the house?”

"Yea I lyke boys," he typed, before adding, "no I not telling u. u hurt my feelings. go home nd spend more tyime with Hidi." Between the combination of the alcohol and the tears fogging his vision and concentration, his typing was almost incoherent. He didn't want to see Craig's stupid face right now. All he wanted was to go home. He didn't know how he'd managed to get there because his legs felt like jello, but he was determined to go home, have some coffee, and curl up in his bed. Hopefully Craig wouldn't plague his dreams like he seemed to every night. It must have been some sick joke the Underpants Gnomes were playing on him. He couldn't be with Craig during the day, but Craig invaded his thoughts all night. It wasn't fair.

"…"Craig stared unseeing at his cell phone’s bright lit screen, blinking slowly as he processed the words upon it. This couldn’t possibly be the Tweek Tweak he knew. The one who got panic attacks even thinking about being a little suggestive, the one who couldn’t flirt to save his life, the one who drowned in social interactions unless he was so filled with caffeine he could barely walk straight, let alone tap his fingers on the right buttons on his phone.”who is this?" Craig typed back slowly before pressing send. His phone made the sound saying that the text had been successfully sent, and then Craig dropped it back onto his bedspread. If it was Tweek… well, what a weird thing to say. It couldn’t be Tweek though, Craig was sure. Tweek wouldn’t even let a drop of alcohol ever hit his tongue, let alone go to that party that whoever was throwing. Craig didn’t even pay attention to the party invites anymore. Everyone knew he hated them, and would never go.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out. Another text from Tweek and… wait. Did he just—? Craig paused in the middle of the sidewalk, ignoring the freezing air and staring at his glowing phone’s screen. He just called him sexy. “sexy face? tweek u r so plastered. i’m going 2 b there soon.” With that, Craig picked up the pace to get to Tweek sooner.

"I'm not plastered. I can't think you're sexy? You're no fun :P" he typed out, slowly before hitting send. "Wanna know a really big secret? I like boys. :3" he sent, slightly fumbling with his phone. Nobody knew that he wasn't straight. Not even Craig. It just felt like a good idea to tell him right now. Maybe if he knew how Tweek felt he wouldn't spend so much time with other people and would spend more time with him. Or it could completely backfire and Craig wouldn't spend time with him at all. Good! He didn't want to spend time with Craig if he was going to let a girl dictate his life.

"…"Craig stared unseeing at his cell phone’s bright lit screen, blinking slowly as he processed the words upon it. This couldn’t possibly be the Tweek Tweak he knew. The one who got panic attacks even thinking about being a little suggestive, the one who couldn’t flirt to save his life, the one who drowned in social interactions unless he was so filled with caffeine he could barely walk straight, let alone tap his fingers on the right buttons on his phone.”who is this?" Craig typed back slowly before pressing send. His phone made the sound saying that the text had been successfully sent, and then Craig dropped it back onto his bedspread. If it was Tweek… well, what a weird thing to say. It couldn’t be Tweek though, Craig was sure. Tweek wouldn’t even let a drop of alcohol ever hit his tongue, let alone go to that party that whoever was throwing. Craig didn’t even pay attention to the party invites anymore. Everyone knew he hated them, and would never go.

But Tweek had invited Craig to go with him, so clearly that other person wasn’t as important as Craig would believe. Tweek didn’t go as a date with someone, or else he wouldn’t have insisted Craig go too. Or maybe he insisted because they were best friends and he’d feel better with Craig around. “r u drunk?” That was what was really on his mind. Tweek was acting more oddly than usual. Something didn’t fit quite right with this whole thing.

Tweek frowned at the text he received, was he drunk? A quick self assessment told him that yeah, he probably had drank too much alcohol but that didn't mean he was drunk. "I don't know, maybe. When are you going to get here? I want to see your sexy face," he typed out careful not to make any mistakes. The screen of his phone was starting to look a bit fuzzy and his head was pounding.

"…"Craig stared unseeing at his cell phone’s bright lit screen, blinking slowly as he processed the words upon it. This couldn’t possibly be the Tweek Tweak he knew. The one who got panic attacks even thinking about being a little suggestive, the one who couldn’t flirt to save his life, the one who drowned in social interactions unless he was so filled with caffeine he could barely walk straight, let alone tap his fingers on the right buttons on his phone.”who is this?" Craig typed back slowly before pressing send. His phone made the sound saying that the text had been successfully sent, and then Craig dropped it back onto his bedspread. If it was Tweek… well, what a weird thing to say. It couldn’t be Tweek though, Craig was sure. Tweek wouldn’t even let a drop of alcohol ever hit his tongue, let alone go to that party that whoever was throwing. Craig didn’t even pay attention to the party invites anymore. Everyone knew he hated them, and would never go.

He waited a moment, staring at his phone and the glaringly bright screen, before squinting his eyes and sending another text. Tweek hated it when he sent too many at once, but Craig couldn’t help it. It was like he felt compelled to add more. “did u srsly go to that party?” Craig hadn’t thought he was serious when he had said he wanted to go, and when he had insisted that Craig should go too. That wasn’t Tweek’s scene. He had figured it was some kind of weird, out-of-left-field joke.

"I wanted you to cum...hehe cum. You're my Craig you should be here. :( not with anyone else. My Craig." he texted, He hated sending too many texts in a row, but it sounded like the most logical thing to do. He wanted Craig with him and if he texted enough Craig would hopefully give in and come to the party. It was stupid, but Tweek hoped that it would work.

"…"Craig stared unseeing at his cell phone’s bright lit screen, blinking slowly as he processed the words upon it. This couldn’t possibly be the Tweek Tweak he knew. The one who got panic attacks even thinking about being a little suggestive, the one who couldn’t flirt to save his life, the one who drowned in social interactions unless he was so filled with caffeine he could barely walk straight, let alone tap his fingers on the right buttons on his phone.”who is this?" Craig typed back slowly before pressing send. His phone made the sound saying that the text had been successfully sent, and then Craig dropped it back onto his bedspread. If it was Tweek… well, what a weird thing to say. It couldn’t be Tweek though, Craig was sure. Tweek wouldn’t even let a drop of alcohol ever hit his tongue, let alone go to that party that whoever was throwing. Craig didn’t even pay attention to the party invites anymore. Everyone knew he hated them, and would never go.

"It's Tweek. I KNEW YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME ALREADY :( " Why else would he not know who Tweek was? Craig was his best friend and he had been so distant lately. He must be too busy with that girl he was supposedly dating. What was wrong with Tweek Tweak? Craig should want to spend time with him too!! He had even begged Craig to come with him to this party. He hated parties and so did Craig, but it was the one sure place he could go without seeing the slut that stole his Craig. However, he did see her so he had a few drinks to calm himself down before Craig arrived, which was a false hope because Craig would probably never come. Not for him.

21: Oral Sex

Craig was seriously regretting not grabbing that towel before going into the showers. He shuffled awkwardly over towards his locker to grab it, quickly wrapping it around his hips and then turning back to Tweek. “What,” he repeated, because nothing better was coming to his mind right now. Actually it was kind of… drawing blanks. For the first time ever. Craig was just completely bowled over. Had Tweek meant to say that aloud? Did he think Craig wouldn’t hear? Because Craig definitely had.

He leaned forward and placed a tentative lick on the head of Tweek’s dick, still peering up at him from beneath the fringe of his bangs to gauge his reaction. If Tweek didn’t seem to like it, he’d stop. It wouldn’t take anything more than Tweek showing displeasure with this process to make Craig get back to his feet in defeat, though… he hoped Tweek liked this. He seemed to be enjoying everything else they had been doing. Craig leaned forward again and, this time, opened his mouth enough to suck the head of Tweek’s penis into his mouth, tongue swirling lightly around it.