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- 1-Them
- 2-Just a Trim
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When Tweek awoke the next morning, the sun was just beginning to rise. He shifted slightly in the chair, wincing as his sore muscles protested the movement. He rubbed his eyes and yawned as he slowly stretched out his legs. He smiled a little to himself as the first light of the dawn touched his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he had had such a good sleep.

He stood up carefully, stretching out his cramped limbs. He glanced out the window and scanned the front yard for a moment, taking a moment to sure that no gnomes had snuck onto the lawn while he was sleeping. Seeing that all was still well, Tweek wandered out to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee.

He went through the motions of preparing the coffee mechanically while his mind remained blissfully blank. He didn’t want to start thinking about his day. There were too many things that could go wrong in a single day.

Tweek glanced at the clock on the microwave, he still had about half an hour before Craig would get up for work. He decided to have a quick shower as he waited for the coffee to be done.

He went through the motions of showering, scrubbing himself nearly raw to make sure that he was clean. His mind wandered elsewhere as he washed. He was nearly out of coffee, not to mention cigarettes. They could use some more groceries too, particularly if Clyde was coming over. Craig said just for drinks, didn’t he? Tweek figured that he should probably go out and pick up some things anyway. Tweek didn’t leave the house that often, but it was an unspoken deal between he and Craig that he did the shopping. He smirked to himself; he was such a good little housewife.

Tweek turned off the shower and towelled dry, wrapping the towel around his waist afterwards. He stopped to examine himself in the mirror, and frowned as he fingered a lock of blond hair. It was way too long for his liking… it could get caught in something, or he could accidentally set it on fire when he lit up a smoke, or … Tweek forced himself to stop and take a deep breath. He’d just get it cut when he went out later, and nothing was going to happen. He opened up the cabinet behind the mirror and took out one of his pill bottles, and shook out two of the little peach coloured capsules. He wandered back to the kitchen and poured himself a coffee to wash down the pills, before going back to his room to get dressed.

By the time he had finished the first pot of coffee, he noticed that Craig still wasn’t up. Tweek frowned and looked at the clock; there was no way that Craig would get to work on time. Tweek’s breath caught in his throat as the panic began to set in.

I should have been paying attention to the time! He thought, twitching. “Ngh! He’s gonna he so m-mad!” he whispered, grabbing a handful of his still-damp hair. After a moment of panicking, Tweek shuffled nervously down the hall and crept quietly into Craig’s room. He chewed his bottom lip and wrung his hands, watching Craig’s peacefully sleeping form.

“C-Craig,” he said, barely a whisper. Craig didn’t stir.

“Craaaig,” Tweek said a little louder. Nothing. The twitching blond crept closer, and tentatively placed a hand on the other boy’s shoulder. Craig opened his eyes, looking as if he could have been awake the whole time, until after a moment he squinted at Tweek questioningly.

“What?” he groaned, rolling on his back and stretching.

“Your alarm didn’t go off or something. Ngh! You’re gonna b-be late,” Tweek timidly sat on the edge of his bed.

Craig sighed in annoyance and rolled so he was facing the wall. Tweek frowned.

“Craig?”

“I’m not going in today, Tweek,” Craig grumbled moodily.

Tweek chewed on his bottom lip, frowning deeply. “Wha-”

“I was fired,” Craig said suddenly, cutting off the other boy. He sat up and gave Tweek a dangerous look, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Tweek quickly looked away, knowing all too well what this meant for them.

“O-oh, I’m sorry,” he said softly. He looked back at Craig, who looked like he was still waiting for the blond to freak out. Their eyes locked momentarily and Craig set his jaw, daring the other boy to make a fuss. Tweek took a slow breath.

“Would… would you like some breakfast?” Tweek lowered his eyes and focused on his shaking hands again.

Craig stared unsurely at the twitching boy for a moment, then cracked a weary smile. Tweek could tell that the tension had broken for the time being, and returned a small smile.

“Nah, why don’t you just get in here for awhile?” Craig said, pulling down the covers invitingly.

Tweek needed a cigarette badly, and didn’t know how long he could lie still before the caffeine in his system would make it impossible, but he knew better than to turn down an offer to join Craig in bed. He didn’t say anything in reply as he climbed into bed and snuggled up against his dark haired boyfriend, who wrapped his arms around the skinny blond and held him close.

“You sure you’re not gonna spaz out on me?” Craig mumbled into Tweek’s hair, his grin evident in his voice.

Tweek took a deep breath and answered carefully, “Don’t worry, it’ll work out in the end.” He closed his eyes and nuzzled against Craig’s neck, inwardly praying that he had said the right thing. Tweek felt a wave of relief when Craig merely nodded and hummed his agreement.

Eventually Craig dosed off again, leaving Tweek alone with his thoughts. Despite having said that it would work out, Tweek very much felt that they were now doomed. It had taken Craig forever to find a job, and they were barely getting by as it was. They were going to get kicked out, and living with their parents was out of the question, and they would have to live on the streets, where they’d get mauled by wild animals, or attacked by hobos, or starve to death, or freeze to death… Tweek balled his hands into fist and dug his nails into the palms of his hands as hard as he could, trying to drive away the stream of panicked thoughts. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to go to his ‘happy place’.

*****

It was very damaging to Tweek’s routine to have Craig around the house. When Craig finally got up, the blond realized that having his unemployed anger-prone boyfriend around the house all day could be a very bad situation. Particularly when everything Tweek did seemed to rub Craig the wrong way. Tweek tried to reason that it the loss of his job that was making Craig especially pissy lately, but in truth it had been going on for long before then. Predictably when Tweek’s routine was interrupted it freaked him out, coupled with the fact that Craig was more of a live wire than ever, Tweek knew that he wasn’t going to make it through the day without a confrontation.

After tiptoeing his way through most of the day, Tweek decided that he would go out and get some groceries. He wandered quietly into the living room, where Craig was watching some Jerry Springer-type talk show and laughing.

“I’m going to go p-pick up some things in town,” Tweek said, barely audible over the roar of the studio audience. Tweek shifted uncomfortably when Craig didn’t acknowledge him. “Would you like to come?” he said, fidgeting with one of his sleeves.

Craig glanced towards him and shook his head.

“O-okay,” Tweek mumbled, and turned to leave.

“Wait a sec!” Craig called suddenly. “When are you going to be back?”

Tweek looked around for a clock and reasoned that it should take him anymore than an hour and half, unless there was a wait at the hair salon… which there never was.

“I should be b-back by -ack!- f-four,” he flinched and twitched simultaneously, afraid that his outburst would provoke the dark haired teen, but he merely nodded and returned to watching tv. Tweek didn’t wait any longer for a reply before leaving.

He dawned his military-style mid-length green coat, brown scarf, smart black patent shoes that were highly impractical for winter wear and trudged into town. It was only a fifteen minute walk into the main part of town, but by the time he got there he was wishing for a pair of Craig’s oversized mitts and a hot cup of coffee. Driving would have been convenient, but Tweek could never calm his nerves enough to get behind the wheel… Besides, with the price of gas, they wouldn’t be able to use the car at all soon, unless Craig found a new job very quickly.

Tweek paused as he passed Harbucks, his already low mood plummeting further. Inside he could see his mother engaged in conversation with one of the regulars (Tweek recognised him as large cappuccino and carrot muffin man) and Bebe, who had filled his position when he and his parents had had their epic falling out, sweeping the floor. He wondered miserably how business was doing, and if his parents ever thought of him now.

He decided to move on before his mother noticed him outside.

There was always something going on beneath the surface in South Park. Tweek could tell by the hushed voices, the glances his way. He knew that it was more than just paranoia. Still, there was little he could do about it while no one believed him.

When he arrived at the hair salon, it was empty as he had predicted. He timidly entered the shop and looked around at the blinding white walls and tried not to inhale the hair-spray saturated air too deeply.

“Hi there hon, what can I do for you?” said a middle-aged blond woman emerging from the back of the shop.

“A-are you available for a walk-in appointment?” Tweek asked just to be polite.

“Sure am hon. Whatcha lookin’ for today?”

“Just a trim, please,” Tweek said, unwrapping his scarf and approaching the chair that the woman motioned lightly to. He was very pleased with his control while she was working on his hair. Even a year ago he would not have been able to allow a total stranger that close to his head with a very sharp pair of scissors. He even managed to keep his twitching to a minimum, which often resulted in him getting very uneven hair cuts.

When she was done, he found himself quite pleased with the results. Primarily because it was much less likely to get caught in something and result in his untimely death, but it also didn’t look half bad. It wasn’t as short at he had had it when he was a kid, falling just below his chin now, instead of down to his shoulders as it had before.

He paid (it was cheaper than he expected) and thanked the women then continued on to the grocery store.

He made sure to be very frugal and only pick up necessities. Almost everything was for Craig, aside from the coffee and cigs, which was for both of them. He trudged home with an armful of groceries, finding that by the time he reached their yard he was feeling quite faint. It occurred to him that he hadn’t eaten anything since the night before last, and his stomach lurched in protest. He noticed in passing that Clyde’s flashy sports car outside the house, meaning he had arrived far sooner than Tweek had expected.

Tweek entered the house quietly and toed his shoes off before weakly dropping the bags on the kitchen table. He immediately snatched his smokes off the counter where he had left them and lit one, inhaling gratefully. In the back of his mind he registered voices coming from the living room. He got a glass of water and downed it, waiting for his head to clear.

“Hey Tweek! How are ya?” Clyde’s cheerful voice suddenly came from the doorway of the living room and caused Tweek to shriek in surprise and nearly drop his smoke.

“Jesus!” he took a deep breath, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

Clyde chuckled. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“H-hey Clyde,” Tweek said, smiling at Clyde’s familiar grin.

“Shit Tweek, you are fucking white as a ghost. Probably weigh as much as one too,” Clyde frowned and wandered closer, placing a warm hand on the side of Tweek’s face and running his thumb under the blonde’s eye. “Look’s like you’re wearing eyeliner, but apparently that’s just from lack of sleep. People still out to get you?” Clyde smirked.

Tweek frowned and turned his face away from Clyde’s touch. “Yes, they are,” he mumbled, feeling his happiness for seeing his old friend begin to dissipate.

“Oh come on, I’m just teasing,” Clyde said, ruffling Tweek’s hair. Tweek blinked and swayed slightly, the rough pressure on his head sending him off balance and making him dizzy. He looked around helplessly for something quick to eat that would be safe. However, at the mention of them he realised just how distracted he had been today. They could have done anything when he was out. Maybe this wasn’t simple hunger, maybe they poisoned him, maybe-

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” Tweek’s thoughts were abruptly cut off by Craig’s angry voice. Both he and Clyde looked at Craig in surprise. Clyde frowned looking from one to the other, backing slightly away from Tweek so that he wasn’t in the line of fire.

Tweek absently put a hand to his hair, confused. “I… I just got it t-trimmed,” he said in a small voice.

Craig moved across the room quickly towering over the shaking blond. “You didn’t even think to ask my opinion before getting it cut?!”

Clyde cleared his throat uncomfortably. Craig glanced at him and then looked back at Tweek.

“We’re just gonna have a quick chat alone,” he said lowly, taking Tweek’s arm. He dragged Tweek down the hall to his bedroom and closed the door behind them.

When Craig released his death grip on Tweek’s arm he nearly fell and backed quickly to sit on the bed as black spots danced across his vision. The skinny blond covered his face with his hands and swayed slightly, positive that he was going to faint for a moment, but slowly his vision cleared. He looked up at Craig, who had his arms crossed and was glaring down at him.

“Well?” Craig growled.

“…Well what?” Tweek asked, hugging himself as he saw Craig’s features momentarily contort with rage.

“Are you going to fucking give me and explanation or what?” he snapped angrily.

Tweek was desperately running scenarios in his mind that could have lead up to this. Craig’s reactions seemed completely irrational. Tweek swallowed thickly. “I just… got m-my hair trimmed. It was getting too long and-”

Craig’s hand shot out and grabbed a handful of blond hair, pulling Tweek down onto his knees in front of him. Tweek shrieked in pain and surprise, grabbing Craig’s offending hand and falling hard onto the floor.

“Look, you don’t do shit like this without asking me first,” Craig said in a deadly quiet voice, crouching down so that he was face to face with the squirming blond.

“Ah! I’m sorry! Please!” Tweek gasped, struggling against Craig’s painful hold on his hair. Tweek saw the flash of violence in Craig’s eyes before he felt it. Craig backhanded him as hard as he could with his left hand, his right hand still tangled in his hair. Tweek cried out shortly, raising his arms and trying to shield his face.

Craig was winding up for a second blow when Clyde spoke up from the doorway, “Craig, that’s enough.”

Craig looked over his shoulder and glared challengingly at his friend. Tweek whimpered as his field of vision began to narrow. Suddenly he was on the floor, and Craig was up arguing with Clyde. Tweek tentatively touched the side of his face, it hurt badly. He tried to focus on the blurry figures above him. In the last few seconds of consciousness, he wondered if the dark figure yelling above him was the same one he had seen outside, the night before.

*****

Craig watched as the blond paced rapidly back and forth the short length of the washroom, breathing into a paper bag.

“It’s not as bad as you think man,” Craig said, earning a glare from Tweek.

“Ack! It-it’s TOTALLY as bad as I think!” he paused mid-step to correct the dark-eyed teen. He resumed paced and spoke into his bag, “I’m going to get up there, ngh! and have a h-heart attack! There’s j-just no way I can do this! It’s WAY to much pressure!”

Craig stepped forward just as the trembling blond was passing and pulled him into a tight hug. Tweek squealed in surprise and struggled for a moment, convinced that he had been attacked. At the sound of Craig’s voice he stilled.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You need to calm down,” Craig pulled back and tilted Tweek’s chin up so that he was looking into Tweek’s chocolate brown eyes. “Can you do that for me?”

Tweek took a few deep breaths and nodded slightly. Craig nodded and pulled the twitchy blond against him again, more gently than before.

“Good,” he cooed, “Now, we’re going to get through this together. You know what we both need this presentation mark, we can’t just flake out on this.”

“But-!”

Craig put a finger to Tweek’s lips. “No, we’re going to do this. Honestly Tweekers, what are you so afraid of?”

Tweek covered his face and shook his head vigorously. “I’m going to freeze up and make a total ass of myself,” his response was muffled by his hands.

“And?”

Tweek glared up at Craig and twitched. “What do you mean ‘and’?! Everyone will make fun of me for it! Jesus! Everyone always makes fun of me already for b-being such a spaz!” he unintentionally emphasized his point with another twitch.

Craig frowned deeply. “Who makes fun of you?” Tweek blushed and mumbled incoherently. Craig shook his head and continued, “Whatever, I’ll deal with that later. If you make an ass of yourself, which you WON’T, I’ll beat the shit out of anyone who dares to so much as snicker at your expense.”

Tweek’s frown slowly changed into a smile as he stared into Craig’s dark blue eyes. Craig frowned slightly.

“What?”

Tweek stood up on his toes and placed a small, shy kiss on Craig’s lips. “You’re just s-so romantic,” he turned on his heel and exited the washroom, depositing the paper bag in the waste bin on his way out.

Craig frowned more. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?!” and followed after the giggling blond.

*****

Regaining consciousness, Tweek was faced with a similar scene to the one he had experienced just before fainting. Slowly his senses returned to him, he felt the ache of his swollen face, he saw that he was now in his bed instead of on the floor, and Clyde and Craig were arguing about something. The murmurs that were their voices slowly became words.

“…take him to a fucking hospital. You knocked him out for fuck’s sake!” It was Clyde’s voice.

“I did not fucking knock him out, I didn’t hit him that hard. He probably just-”

Clyde pushed past him, noticing that Tweek was weakly attempting to sit up.

“Hey, hey, are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?” Clyde said softly and urgently. Tweek frowned.

“Three,” he said softly, looking past Clyde towards Craig. Clyde nodded and left the room quickly, saying something about a glass of water.

Craig walked over and sat down on the edge of Tweek’s bed, looking at him pointedly.

Tweek looked down quickly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Craig said nothing in response. He was still pissed and Clyde’s well meaning concern was only making things worse.

Clyde returned with a glass of water and thrust it into Tweek’s hands. “Are you okay?”

Tweek accepted the water with a small ‘thanks’ and nodded.

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Clyde asked, casting a warning glare at Craig.

Tweek avoided Craig’s commanding stare. “No, no, I’m fine. I don’t need to go to a hospital,” he said, sounding little too desperate even in his own ears. “I-I just haven’t eaten anything in a while.” He shrank away from Craig who scoffed at Tweek’s explanation.

Clyde sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll get you something.”

Tweek was on his feet faster then he thought he was capable of and forcing a smile at Clyde. “No no, it’s okay, I’ll get it myself. You were here to hang out. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be trouble,” he said, casting an apologetic look at Craig.

Clyde’s mouth dropped open, and he turned slowly to Craig. “You really have him fucking scared, don’t you?” he stated quietly.

Tweek twitched and looked worriedly from Craig to Clyde.

"Excuse me?" Craig stared in disbelief for a moment then took a step towards the other teen, gritting his teeth. Tweek panicked as he tried to think of a way to diffuse the situation.

Tweek rushed in front of Craig, facing Clyde. “Clyde, it’s not like that. Please just… leave it alone,” he said desperately, looking deeply into Clyde’s eyes hoping that he’d get the message. There was a tense moment when Clyde didn’t react, but slowly he relaxed his stance and looked away.

“I’m going to get a beer. I’ll be in the living room,” he said quietly, sounding unimpressed and walked from the room.

Tweek turned slowly and faced Craig’s unreadable expression. He was relieved to see that Craig was no longer about to start throwing fists, but he didn’t look like he was ready to drop it.

“Tweek…” he began, his voice tight.

Tweek took a step forward and pressed himself against Craig’s chest, burying his face in neck. “Please Craig, I’m sorry.”

For a moment Craig stood with his arms at his sides, considering the blond pressed against him. He took a step away and muttered “Whatever,” and left the room.

*****

An uneasy truce had settled in the small apartment as dark fell. Craig and Clyde played Halo on the xBox that Clyde had brought over, and Tweek slowly nursed his soup while pressing an ice pack to his swollen face.

Tweek found that he couldn’t finish the whole bowl of soup, he already felt uncomfortably full. He watched with growing concern as both Craig and Clyde knocked back an alarming number of drinks. Craig, however, seemed to be in better spirits now that he was suitably drunk. Tweek was more accustomed to Craig becoming moody and violent when he drank… but perhaps Tweek just did something to instigate that kind of reaction in Craig.

“Ohhhhh you got OWNED. Loser goes and gets more drinks,” Clyde slurred, shoving Craig playfully towards the kitchen.

“Just you wait, I’m going to murder you next round,” Craig snapped back, smiling. He got up, stumbled, then righted himself and went to get more drinks.

Clyde stood up quickly with a grace that Craig obviously lacked (at least while drunk) and sat down next to Tweek. The blond frowned and set his half-finished bowl of soup to the side, out of the range of any drunken antics that might be coming. Clyde, however, had a serious expression that made Tweek’s chest tighten in fear.

“Tweek,” Clyde leaned in, his leg pressed against Tweek’s, “What is going on with you and Craig?”

Tweek sighed and looked away. “I thought you knew, we’ve been dating for like… t-three years. Jeez, we’ve lived together for nearly two of those years,” he deadpanned.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Clyde hissed, squeezing Tweek’s leg.

“It’s alright, Clyde. We’re doing just fine,” Tweek said, squirming away from Clyde’s unwelcome, drunken touches.

“Your face says otherwise. And these,” Clyde’s hand travelled up Tweek’s leg and into his side, pulling up his shirt slightly to reveal the faint bruises that were on his narrow hips. Clyde gently caressed the bruises. Tweek stayed stock-still, unable to process Clyde’s advances. Clyde leaned over and brushed his lips over Tweek’s ear. “I would never hurt you like that,” he whispered, nibbling on his earlobe as his hand cupped Tweek’s groin.

Tweek jumped up and backed away, wide eyed. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as shook his head slowly. Clyde was supposed to be Craig’s friend. His friend. Tweek may not have been the best for knowing what was and was not socially acceptable, but he knew enough to know that Clyde’s actions were inappropriate. Drunk or not.

Tweek bumped into something as he was backing away, and was horrified to see Craig standing behind him.

“Craig!” Tweek quickly turned to face him, fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt. “I didn’t… I…” he began helplessly, feeling the panic beginning to choke off rational thought.

Craig however, was looking right past Tweek at Clyde, who stared defiantly back. They stared each other down for a tense moment, then Craig merely tossed Clyde a fresh beer. Clyde caught it without flinching.

Craig grinned down at the trembling blond and encased him in a tight hug. Tweek shook his head helplessly and felt that he was missing an important detail. Craig cooed softly to his hyperventilating boyfriend and rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s okay babe, you’re not in trouble. Clyde gets a little grabby when he’s been drinking, but we’ll set him straight, won’t we?” Craig tilted Tweek’s chin up, who nodded unsurely. Craig leaned in, gently capturing Tweek’s lips in a kiss that made the blonde’s knees go weak. Tweek clutched at Craig, desperate for the gentle warmth that he received so rarely now. Craig traced kisses down Tweek’s jaw and latched onto the pale skin of his neck, sucking and nibbling there. Tweek tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He moaned helplessly, momentarily forgetting all about their audience.

“Craig,” he moaned quietly, pressing his hips against his lover’s. He stilled suddenly when he heard hiss from behind him as Clyde inhaled sharply. Craig placed one last kiss on Tweek’s abused neck and smirked over the blonde’s shoulder at the other man.

Craig nuzzled into Tweek’s hair. “You should probably get to bed now,” he whispered.

Tweek frowned up at him. “Okay,” he pressed against Craig for a moment longer, thoroughly confused and insecure about the events that had just transpired. “I love you,” he said quietly, looking up into Craig’s intense eyes.

Craig smiled down at him. “I know you do. We’ll talk later.” He gave Tweek a gentle shove towards the door. Tweek decided not to push his luck and hurried to his room.

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A big thanks to Kendi, Niiro_Yuuyake, Lil, Shan and Killerfox for reviewing the first chapter! Your support means the world to me :)
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