"You're going to what?" I exclaim, "What are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere!"

Craig looks nervous and can't quite look at me.

Then I catch his eyes flickering upwards. My heart drops.
My counter. It must be low, there's no other explanation for Craig's weird behaviour. It's not like him to skip school so I assumed there was a reason, but I didn't think it was because I'm going to die.

"Oh my god. I'm going to die soon," I realise, "how soon? Craig, how soon?"

"You know I can't tell you that, honey," Craig mumbles, looking away, "anyone caught sharing death date information will be heavily fined and could possibly get sent to prison. I don't want that to happen."

I cup his cheeks and lift his head upwards. He's crying so much that it looks like his eyes are waterfalls. I wipe them away with my thumb as I try not to burst into tears myself.

"There's nobody here who will hear us. Please, just tell me. I have to know."

"Eleven minutes and seventeen seconds," he hesitantly replies, "I wanted to let you pass peacefully, with me. I wanted to give you a fun day and I've ruined it."

"Craig, don't you say that! I've had so much fun today and it's all because of you."

He smiles weakly and wipes his eyes with the back of his sleeve.

"Thanks."

"No problem," I smile back, "Come on, feed me some chicken and get those lips back to work."

With a slight eye roll, Craig crawls to the other side of the blanket and opens up one of the food packets. Then he throws it at me.

In shock, I gasp as he starts throwing the tiny bite-sized breaded chicken bites at me.

"Are any of them getting in your mouth?" He asks, feigning innocence.

"Oh I'm so gonna get you back!"

I scoop up a handful of chicken from the blanket and dive at Craig. He falls onto his back, allowing me to climb on top of him in a very... suggestive position. Quickly, I pull back his pants enough to allow me to drop chicken into his underwear.

"Jesus!" He gasps, "That was in the refrigerator all night, it's cold!"

"Serves you right. After all, you started it." I remind him.

"There's crumbs on my dick." He complains.

I shrug and he pushes me off him.

After digging the chicken out of his underwear, he flops beside me and takes my hand in his. We lie on our backs for what feels like forever, but we both know it can't have been more than a few minutes.

I turn my head to face Craig.
He's staring up at the sky with a tiny smile pulling at the corners of his lips, only just noticeable.

"I can feel you staring at me," He rolls over to face me, "what's up, Tweek?"

"How long do I have left?" I ask, my voice wobbling.

Craig bites his lip.

"Five minutes and three seconds."