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Tweek wears headbands pass it on

Craig sighed, leaning over slightly and putting out his cigarette in the ashtray on his nightstand drawers. He grabbed his phone from off of it and and leaned back against the headboard of his bed, rolling his shoulders back in attempt to get more comfortable and sliding his thumb across the screen to unlock it. There were no new messages or missed calls, which wasn't a surprise, really. Maybe if he were someone else he would have been disappointed, or hell, maybe if it were a different /day/ he'd be disappointed, but at the moment he took solace in the fact that his friends knew he needed his space. He opened his contact's list, scrolling down it slowly and easily finding Tweek's number. He'd been debating whether or not he should call him for the past few hours, dwelling on the fact that they hadn't spoken since the last time he'd been at school far more than he'd have liked to admit. It wasn't usual for them not to text each other back and forth at least a couple of times during the day, though, and to be completely honest it was starting to bug him that he had no idea what was going on. He eventually pushed his disfavor of being the person to initiate contact to the side, taking in a deep breath of preparation before tapping the 'call' button under his name and bringing the phone to his ear. He closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back slightly as it rang, his heart beating itself hard against his rib cage. He felt ridiculous for getting so anxious just because he had to be the first to call, his irritation with himself causing a wave of heat to wash over his body.