---Tweek's pov---

"ACK!" I shout grabbing onto him tightly, "W-What are y-you doing?!"

He chuckles slightly, "How much do you even weigh?"

I grip onto him tighter, oh Jesus. This is terrifying.

"A-About 100 pounds? I-I don't know! This I-is too much pressure!" I shout tightening and loosening my grip on Craig's jacket.

"Really?" He says lowering me back onto the ground.

I nod slightly, not releasing his jacket from my grip when he sits me down.

"So, what are you doing? You never answered," Craig asks again.

I shrug slightly, "I-I was just h-heading home..." I mutter. I mean, that's not really a lie, is it?

"Now? From where?" Craig asks as if it's not normal for people to be walking home in the middle of the night.

"Err... S-Some- GAH! It's too much pressure!" I shout gripping extremely tightly on his jacket.

Realizing what I was doing, I slowly let go of his jacket, smoothing it out slightly before retracting my hands and stepping away slightly.

That was probably really awkward.

"S-Sorry about that..." I say lowly, scratching at my wrist.

"Whatever."