---Craig's pov---

I stared at the screen. I stopped paying attention to the movie a while ago.

I turned to look at Tweek, who had been leaning on me since the movie started.

I looked down and saw that his eyes were closed and he wasn't twitching. At all.

I figured he was probably sleeping.

Shit.

That means I can't move. He barely gets any sleep to start with, so I don't want to wake him up.

I shifted slightly, and he moves closer to me. His arm goes up and wraps around me, my hand already on his waist.

I stared at him.

He looks kinda cute when he sleeps. Okay, maybe he looks completely angelic when he sleeps.

I hear the door open and see Tweek's mom walk into the room.

"Tweek, you have- Oh!" She exclaimed turning to me.

I glare at her and motion to sleeping Tweek.

She smiles and clasps her hands together, "Aww! You guys look so cute!" She squeals and tries to stay quiet.

She shakes her head and I flip her off, "Anyway," she whispers, "If you plan on staying you can, but I'd prefer if you'd take him upstairs to sleep."