'ANGEL...' craig texted worriedly 'i don't know what happened today, but i wanna say sorry for whatever made you react that way. i never want to see you cry, you're so precious you should never have to suffer. please sleep well and try not to drink any coffee, please'

craig was feeling what could only be described as even more than worried, he felt horrible, he had no idea why tweek was ignoring him, why he was crying and he didn't know how to help him at all. he couldn't simply reach out to him since tweek kept ignoring all his call, and all his texts and had made it more than clear that craig wasn't wanted. normally, craig would sleep at tweek's place and cuddle him while tweek explained everything, sometimes a simple coffee or a new skirt would make him feel better or even having craig's hoodie, cuddling into it, but right now it seemed he didn't want anything to do with him. why the hell did tweek react that way? why had he cried? why didn't he just speak to me and let me help? was all that was going on in his mind.

he waited and waited for an answer but nothing came.

-

tweek was thinking over everything that had happened, and honestly, tweek felt so stupid, both for running out and not answering any of craig's sweet and worried texts.

it was a new day, monday, and god damn was tweek going to seize it.

he thought about red and how she suddenly came parading into his life without an invitation, how she squeezed herself right in between him and craig, about how, after red showed up, his best friend had yet to have a conversation with him or touch him anywhere. just random texts from craig about how he should take care of himself, about how fun hanging out with red was that saturday, how stripe IV seemed to miss his mother and how worried he was over him. and sure that might have been partially his fault as the two times craig did come to his house during the weekend, he ended up telling his mom to make him go away.

so tweek made up his mind.

there was no way he was going to let some smart and edgy city girl show up and snatch away his wolf. he had been with craig for so long and gone through so much. he desperately just wanted to spend more time with craig again, wanting to feel his eyes on his body and his big rough hands on his thighs, hips and waist, caressing him, years of all of craig's attention being on him making him needy. tweek was going to show craig how truly painful neglect could be from your favorite person.

giving himself a once over in the mirror, tweek adjusted his hair and the clips in his hair, he puckered up his lips checking how soft and juicy the shiny pink lip gloss made his lips look, he poked his butt out slightly checking himself out. he vaguely remembered craig saying this was one of his many favourite outfit on tweek. giggling devilishly, he struck a small pose in front of the floor length mirror on the room.

his outfit consisted of an off a matching top and skirt with lots of ruffles and lace as well as little pink bows that made him happy, he paired that with some white thigh highs and velvety pink heels. he even spent some extra time on his makeup, wanting to look simply perfect.

he wasn't gonna let anyone have his wolf, even if it involves playing a little dirty to keep it that way. he thought as he sneaked up his white thong making sure it peaked out just enough for craig to be as protective as ever.

red was just something shinier and newer.

tweek heard his mother yelling that craig had arrived to pick him up, as he did every morning. he knew the first conversation with his best friend would be hella awkward and filled with questions as to why tweek ran off, but the sly boy was planning on flying and fluttering his way out of answers using his outfit.

tweek wasn't exactly sure why, but craig always seemed to act strangely when he wore outfits like this instead of his large hoodies and large jeans. it was almost as if the larger male was put under some sort of spell. he became more possessive, clingy and very...touchy- not that tweek was complaining.

although he could see the difference in attitude, the blonde failed to acknowledge why craig acted that way. the reason, of course, was that craig was incredibly attracted to tweek, whether or not he cared to admit it; the boy made him utterly weak with his curvy body and cute face.

and tweek was going to take advantage of it.

he skipped down the stairs, kissing his mother goodbye before prancing out the door and hopping into the passenger seat, making sure his legs were spread just enough to give craig a teasing glimpse of his white thong.

craig's breath hitched almost immediately.

"hiya, craig~" tweek said first, digging inside his backpack for his smartphone. the older male swallowed, immediately realizing that something was wrong. although tweeks tone came off cheerful and almost like a melody, craig could hear the underlying tones of something else, almost nervous like.

"hi, baby boy. you look really pretty! how are you after friday? i texted you a lot since i was left wondering why you were crying... i'm-"

"you don't mind if i turn on the radio, do you, my big strong wolf?~" tweek asked, subtly pulling his skirt further up his milky thighs as he crossed the,. he watched craig's eye look down at his hands on the hem of his skirt and quickly clear his throat, his cheeks slightly pink.

"course it doesn't bother me, princess, but i think we should talk about what happened last frid-"

"thank you, my wolf!" tweek chirped like a bird, cutting off craig and reaching for the car radio. he turned it on and looked through his cds again to find the album new perspective by panic! at the disco putting it on quickly. he hummed along softly, starting to sing along, and watched craig blush even more at his voice. craig gripped the steering wheel, swallowing thickly as tweek stretched his arms over his head and arched his back, more of his pudgy stomach making itself known as the high rise skirt dropped slightly.

his hands were starting to hurt over gripping the steering wheel and craig knew, it was gonna be a long day.

-

to say it was difficult for tweek to keep the act up would be an understatement.

every class he had with craig, he forced himself to talk to other people, other boys, specifically. but while he engaged in forced conversations with horny teens, that he hated and became anxious over, craig continued his casual, probably literate and interesting conversations with red. seemingly not even noticing tweek's silent treatment, laughing along with red and nodding his head while she spoke.

keyword: seemingly.

to say craig noticed would be an understatement.

on the outside, he was smooth, calm and collected. his face showing no emotion as always unless red said a joke or something. but on the inside he was a mess. making sure on giving all the boys with tweek craig's infamous death glare.

he knew that other guys liked tweek; why wouldn't they? tweek was a literal angel and so naive. but with craig around, everyone thought tweek was unavailable- which was true...well...actually...not true at all, as they weren't dating or anything but-

craig shook his thoughts away, running his fingers through his hair wishing he had brought his old chullo hat to pull on. red quirked an eyebrow at him. "hey, you okay?" she asked. but the words didn't even reach him as he suddenly heard a heavenly giggle and glanced behind red to find tweek talking with none other than fucking stan. the boy seemed to be enjoying himself while talking to tweek, his eyes going down his waist and lower. tweek failed to notice the guys predatory gaze, but craig saw; craig saw all of it. stan was so gay and craig wanted to break his nose.

he made sure to glare at stan extra hard.

craig watched as the black haired male pulled the blonde down, whispering into tweek's ear and making tweek's whole face turn bright red. craig glared harder but stan stared right back at craig, his eyes seemingly showing how sly stan was feeling, with mischief dancing around his pupils like a flame, and glaring back at craig. craigs whole face was red with anger, what was that weird pervert whispering to his pretty little innocent hummingbird. craig almost stood up to give stan a piece of his mind before he heard tweek's harmonic giggle. "i-i'll be right back" he said obviously nervous before skipping to the front desk, his hips swaying almost teasingly. he spoke to the teacher momentarily before walking out the door.

"hey!"

craig snapped, his gaze going back to red "w-what?" he mumbles out nonchalantly.

"i asked if you were alright; you look kinda sick" the black haired boy glanced around, slightly paranoid tweek might return before sighing and saying "i...well, it's tweek"

"tweek? you mean that little rude boy on friday? the one with the pink skirt? he sat next to you that day right?"

craig physically flinched.

"tweek is not rude, he was just having a bad day on friday, he's the nicest guy i've ever met. and he's not just some boy, he's... he's my best friend! my first friend!" craig growled out protectively but his eyes widened as he heard red loud laugh "what are you laughing at?" he asked her, annoyed and shock she would just laugh at him.

"best friend? you two have hardly spoken to one another! in fact, if i remember correctly, you barely spoke a word to each other today, not to mention the fact that you talked like what? twice? on friday"

"well, i..." craig paused, realising that she was correct "it's not like that! tweek and i, we're close..." he swallowed nervously as a thought crept its way into the back of his head. it slithered silently like a snake, wrapping around the wolf's thoughts from the depth of his psyche, snapping forward and sinking its sharpened fangs deep in his brain. the poisonous thought spread like a sickening disease, as it reduced its brain to something primal.

tweek was getting tired of him

it all made sense now- at least to him. he failed to acknowledge that friday had been the result of his oblivion and tweek's jealousy, and today was the result of tweeks reaction to wanting him back (as he craved attention, being greedy and needy, especially from any attention he could get from craig).

"red....you don't think...tweek...doesn't want anything to do with me anymore...do you?" craig began to panic but he maintained his main apathetic face. but red could feel him and started patting his shoulders and moving her own hand down craig's muscular arm and on top of craig's.

"whatever he thinks doesn't matter. i'll be here for you craig." the girl piped up.

craig's body sagged forward, his heart dunking deep into his stomach.

"i...i guess i'll just have to give him more space... i mean maybe he just doesn't like how clingy or protective i am... i can stay away, as long as he is happy..." he mumbles. the redhead held back a smirk.

"if tweek doesn't want anything to do with you, then clearly he's not thinking straight. we only met yesterday and i know you're a great guy, i would love to have you be all protective of me. i mean not only are you handsome and strong but also extremely smart" she said. her intentions would've been clear to anybody else, but craig was blinded with sadness and not seeing any of her manipulative motives.

craig gave red a small but rare and honest smile pulling his hand into her smaller one and squeezing it. somehow it reminded him of tweek's hand, just as soft but his little hummingbird's hand being slightly smaller, and it brought comfort to craig. she froze in surprise before melting into his touch, inhaling his deep and musky smell and enjoying it a bit too much.

"thanks red. that means a lot to me"

tweek watched from the doorway as red leaned into craig and he held her hand, trying to decide whether he wanted to cry or scream out of frustration.

it seemed craig's relationship with tweek took a step back while reds took a step forward.

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