#wrongeddeadthenevermourned.

as quiet as craig is, he looks over at butters. a scoff leaving his lips, eyes rolling in the process. all he hears is bullshit from the other, that's all it is : bullshit, of course it is. everything about his words -- it's nothing to craig. " doesn't seem like you're of much help, butters. " he's letting out, deep breath as he's trying his best to calm down, not wanting to take his so called anger out on someone who probably didn't deserve it. why was he like this? rude, short tempered, all of the above that makes him truly wonder how he even has friends, hell, even tweek in his life. " if you wanna help, just sit there & shut up while i try to figure it out for myself. "

" & you think you do, butters? " craig asks, looking over at the blond, almost testing him -- wondering what he would do, in fact. would say, if anything. craig likes doing this, testing his limits -- just to see how he would react in some way, of course. nonetheless, craig steps upward, carefully planting his words somewhere, like a little seed into butters's head, allowing for every single bad comment to spill out, like nothing. " you seem to have forgotten who's the leader of this group. if you don't like it, you can go back to the losers, i'm sure they'd take you back, " he's scoffing, shaking his head. knowing he's not entirely worth it, not at all.

there's a delicate silence in the air, craig's looking over at butters with nothing to say because he knows that he's done something wrong. something terribly, utterly wrong. his hand is balled into a fist, frustrated with himself. he almost did it -- he almost hit someone that he didn't mean to -- but god, it feels like his heart is running a mile a minute & everyone's looking at him with widened eyes. he can feel his body shaking & it feels like everyone hates him. there's some random guy on the ground, & craig, of course, feels like a fool. " i . . . " he goes, replying instantly to butters' words, unballing his hand, shaking his head. " . . i didn't do anything! " yet. he hasn't done anything yet, & that's the thing that concerns him so.

" so, i was sitting in the library, right? like, waiting for wendy . . & then, this girl comes up to me, asking me if i've ever been on tinder -- !! " stan's nose scrunches at the mere memory, scoffing away all of his slight concerns about the whole thing. " next thing i know, fucking wendy's coming up & listening in on the conversation, asking me if i've ever been on tinder! " shaking his head, this annoyed expression painted on his face as he's taking a sip of his can of beer. " as we were leaving the library, you know, she starts accusing me of cheating on her! can you believe that, kenny? "

" to be honest, jason. no, i don't trust you, " anika replies, eyes glancing over at him as she's trying to step away, eyes rolling. what kind of question was that? she didn't trust him & he knew it, why did he need the confirmation that she didn't? if anything, she made it apparent that she didn't -- at all. " i think you're a slime & you deserve everything bad that's coming to you, " she spits, a less than friendly gaze his way before she's letting out a short scoff.

his hands around her neck, a cough leaving her lips as she's wriggling around, her nails clawing its' way into his skin, eyes darted his way. " get your hands off me, " she goes, pushing, pressing -- whatever it may be to get him off of her. " fucking creep! " she goes, wanting to kick his stomach -- but no, her body's pressed against the brick wall, almost powerless, in fact. she can't go out like this, not in the way that he's designed for her, by his hands. anika's ready to fight back, of course, taking his little stumble & kicking his knee, hoping that would weaken his chances of even trying to punish her in the ways that she's said she was going to him.

" look , i have no idea what you're talking about , " craig muses , shrugging his shoulders as he's looking over at butters , completely in denial about how he feels about tweek . if anything , his relationship is the only good thing in his life & he wouldn't know what to do if anything did happen -- or if tweek got tired of him , or something . " i feel like i'm being subtle about how i feel about him , but sure , say i'm embarrassing or whatever . " he goes , scoffing light .

that was a request that craig could fulfill , especially when it came to his boyfriend . a smile pressed against his features , pulling the other in close , hand on the other's cheek , lips against tweek's , humming in response . craig has love for his boyfriend , it's been shown for a while & he's not that great with pda , but he'll do it for tweek , of course he will -- because tweek's his calm , the person that makes him feel rested , at home . " happy now ? " he lets out , embracing the other , grin still kept on his face .