---Tweek's pov---

"Tweek?"

I spin around and see Craig standing there.

I stare at him. Oh shit. Am I supposed to say something? Of course I am! But what?

"What are you doing?" Craig asks giving me a questioning look.

Oh you know, was about to go to your house, maybe watch you sleep. You?

"Uhhh...."

"Here's you coffee," the lady says setting the cider on the counter.

I turn around and place a few bills on the counter. Then I turn back to Craig.

He stares at me for a second.

I can't take this.

"T-Too much pressure!" I shout and sprint out the door.

"I guess I'll just keep the change!" I hear the girl call to me.

Why can't I just be normal for a minute?

Anyway, it's clear now that Craig isn't at home. So, what do I do now?

I stop running and look around. Where am I anyway?

"Tweek! Wait!"

I turn and see Craig running toward me.

Oh Jesus! Why is he following me?!

"GAHH!" I shout and cover my face.

He apparently doesn't stop soon enough, because we both end up on the ground and I have the wind knocked out of me.

I closed my eyes and tried to breathe, but couldn't.

Oh Jesus. What if I'm dying? What if I punctured one of my lungs and I'm going to die? Or what if-

"Tweek, dude, calm down," Craig says patting my shoulder.

I open my eyes and look at him.

I force a few gasp-like breathes before I can finally say something.

"Why a-are you out a-at this time?"