*Technical Continuation of Last Story

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-Craig's Pov.-

          My eyes fluttered open and quickly began burning from the bright sunlight emanating from the window. The curtains were open and the window was cracked slightly.

I blinked a few times before the light no longer was a pain to my eyes. My head was pounding, I could barely make a complete though.

I shifted in the bed I was laying on, feeling cold air on my bare skin. I looked down to see myself with no shirt on. I was going to sit up, but I didn't. I felt extremely tired, and I'm lazy...

I looked around a bit, noticing my phone, a pill bottle, and some water by my bed stand. But what was weird was that it wasn't my bed stand...

I calmly let my glance drag around the messy room, with forest green walls instead of dark blue ones.

This is Tweek's room...
What am I doing here?

I let out a extended yawn before sitting up and stretching. Once I heard my back crack, I knew I was all stretched out, but the crack immediately changed my relief into sick feeling.

My stomach did a 360 on me and I gagged before slapping my hand over my mouth. I jumped to my feet and ran as fast as I could to Tweek's bathroom. I know his house like it was my own, so it wasn't even close to hard.

I threw the door open and shakily ran over to the toilet. Once I lifted the cover and seat, I quickly pulled my hand off my mouth and emptied the contents of my stomach in the toilet.

It felt like I threw up my organs, and the smell didn't help. My head spin as I lifted it away from the seat. I groaned, leaning my head against the wall. I steadied my breath, but it didn't help much.

"I knew you'd be hungover..." The voice scared the complete shit out of me, I nearly flinched. It hurt my head and stomach too much to even move, so I kept my head situated against the wall and shut my eyes.

          I heard footsteps go from next to me to away and I felt slightly lonely, regardless if I had no clue who that was. My mind was in too much pain to think at all. It felt as if a single thought would make my head explode, which would trigger my stomach exploding. I felt terrible.

          I guess had been there for a bit since I heard the footsteps come back in the bathroom. I still kept my head in place and kept my lazy eyelids down.

"Here." They said, setting something on the sink corner. There is an awkward silence that sits for a while, and neither of us dare to move. I sigh before sitting back up and opening my eyes.

Tweek was standing over me, nearly naked. There was a towel around his waist and one hanging over his shoulders, but that was it.

A slight blush crawls on my cheek and I look back down again. I bit my lip as I hold my stomach. It seems to feel better if I grip onto it...

Tweek chuckled a bit. "It's not l-like you haven't seen this b-before Craig," Tweek teased, using the towel on his shoulders to dry his hair more. "What's with you barging in on my shower time?" He jokes.

"Would you rather me throw up in your bed?" I retorted , evilly smirking up at him. He returned it with a cute smile as he backed a bit away from me so I could stand up. He stopped drying his hair and reached a hand down to me.

          I took his hand and he pulled me up off the ground a little too fast. My head started spinning. I groaned and hold my head in my hand well gripping the sink corner, balancing myself up with the other.

          "Careful..." Tweek remind's me in a concerned-like voice. I could see his eyes glimmer a bit as I lifted my head up, slower.

          "Why does everything hurt..." I complain, quickly composing myself before straightening up. I held my head with one hand and my stomach with the other. "Am I hungover?"

          Tweek lets out an amused chuckle, reaching behind me. "What else would you be?" He took a pill bottle out from behind me and unscrewed the cap.

          He took out two pills and held them up to my mouth.

          "Open wide," he said in a childish voice, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes, smiling down at him. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out a bit.

          After he set them on my tongue, I shut my mouth and bent down to the sink faucet and turned on the cold water. I took a few gulps of water, swallowing the nasty pills.

          After I shut off the water, I straightened back up, looking at myself in the mirror and finding a slight surprise...

          "Uhh....Tweek...." I mumble, leaning closer to the mirror. "What's with the hickies on my neck?" There's one right under my ear, and another on my collarbone.

          He chuckles at me, but doesn't reply after that. I get slightly panicked with a little idea popping in my head.

          "Shit, these aren't someone else's, right?" I ask worriedly. He lets out a louder laugh, crossing his arms.

          "Nah, they're from me." He says confidently. I furrow my eyebrows and softly punch his shoulder.

          "Dude, why'd you gimme hickies?" I didn't mean to sound angry, but a hicky is embarrassing, not to mention fucking two! Godamnit Tweek...

          He over-exaggeratedly scoffs, uncrossing his arms and sliding his towel off his neck.

          "Look what you did!" He says. I look over to see a total of five hickies. Two on one side of his neck and three on the other.

          My face burst red and I look down, trying to hide my face. He puts his hand on his him and chuckles again.

          "You almost made me bleed with a few of these, it was hot though..."

          God-fucking-damnit Tweek....

          I reach my hands up and cover my face, hiding the burning sensation from him. He laughs at me a bit more before wrapping his arms around my neck.

          "Sorry, your expression is just priceless when I say stuff like that...." He sweetly says, softly kissing my cheek. I slide my hands down my face and snake them around his still exposed waist.

          "Whatever...." I grumble. I couldn't hold back a smile as he cutely grinned at me. I push my forehead to his and peck him on the lips.

           A blush crawls on his face, making us both giggle at each other. We just kinda sit there looking at each other before he breaks the blissful silence.

          "So...are you feeling up to going out today? Or are you too sick?" He asks, slightly concerned. I shake my head bravely.

          "Nope, I'm just fin-" I didn't finish my sentence before I gagged at the unbelievable pain in my stomach and head.

          Tweek steadies me, using one of his hands to cup my cheek and the other to feel my forehead. He looks like he didn't like the results.

          "You're burning up Craig..." He removes his hands and grabs mine, pulling me out of the room. "You aren't going anywhere..."

          He leads me to his room and pushes me back on the bed.

          "Stay. Do not move, or else!" He scolds, pointing a finger at me. As he walks off, I chuckle at him.

          "Whatever you say 'Dad'," I sarcastically comment, crossing my arms and smirking at him as he leaves the room.

          After a while, he comes back with a bucket full of movies and snacks. He has a two blankets tucked under his arm and a pillow he's carrying that drags on the ground.

          "Tweek, I'm not sick." I smile roll my eyes at the grumpy face he gives me.

          "Oh yeah you are man, and you are Not moving until you're better!" he playfully rants, dragging his Tv and it's stand over and next to the bed.

          I tried to help, but every time I got up he would just push me back down. I got kind of dizzy.

          "Twee- Hey! C'mon! Seriousl- Tweek!"

          "No! Bad Craig! Stay Down!" I could tell he was getting frustrated with me, his cheeks were turning a light shade of pink. I snickered under my breath as he set everything up.

          It was fun watching him stumble around. He's so cute...

          Once the Tv was all done, he picked up the blankets and slung one of them around my shoulders. I smiled as he delicately patted it around me and pretty much wrapped me in it.

          He bent down and picked up the snacks, which consisted of a bag of Doritos, Thin Mint cookies, and a jar of honey with a spoon in it. He handed me a can of ginger-ail and set his won cup of coffee by his spot on the bed.

          "How is junk food going to help?" I retort, chuckling lightly. He rolls his eyes at me like I'm suppose to know.

          "Ginger-ail helps stomach aches, the honey is good for headaches, and the cookies have mint in them, so I figured since mint is good for stomach aches too, why not?"

          Holy shit, he's way smarter than me....

         "Oh, and...." He reached over me and snatched the Doritos away from me with an evil smirk on. "These are mine."

          What the hell, he knows I fucking love Doritos! Godamnit! I put on a offended look as he pulls them open and sticks his tongue out at me. As he turns to play the movie he put in, I scotch over closer to him.

          Well he's distracted, I swipe them out of his hand and pop one in my mouth.

          "Hey! That's not a good thing to eat when your sick Craig!" He scolds, reaching to get them back. I keep holding them far away so his small arms can't reach.

          So cute...

          Soon enough, he tackles me and pins me down. He swipes them out of my hand, but at the moment, I couldn't care less.

          A smile snakes on my face as I trail my now free hands up his sides. He blushes a bit, but smirks and tosses the Doritos aside.

          I tug on his shirt a bit, pulling his face close to mine. He props himself up as he leans down, close to my face.

          "You're perfect...." I whisper before closing the distance between us. Our lips connect softly, making butterflies erupt in my stomach.

          Best Hangover Ever....