What The F? part 2

By midnight Tweek had finally given in to exhaustion and fallen asleep on the couch. It had been an odd few hours, which I mostly spent trying everything I could to get the spaz to fucking look at me, to SEE me. Of course all of my attempts had been futile with Tweek thinking it was just his imagination everytime I brushed a strand of hair out of his face or rested my hand on top of his. I even tried hugging the guy at one point, but he just turned the heating up and sat back down. To all those of you who ever wanted to be invisible... it sucks major ass... trust me.

So there I was, with nothing to do but wander the earth and wonder why I was still stuck there. I mean, even my death didn't run smoothly! Can't I get a break at least once?

I smoothed Tweek's hair out of his face and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before turning to walk back out into the night, following our usual routine -even though I had no idea where I would go this time. But this time was different for another reason, because I stopped in my tracks and turned back again the second I heared Tweek mumble "Nngh- Craig?" only to be dissapointed when I saw his chest still gently rising and falling in sleep.

I don't know why I answered him, but I did "Yeah Tweekers?"

There was a five second silence where I almost face palmed for thinking that he might hear me, before he shifted slightly in his sleep and asked "Why don't you love me anymore?"

I instantly froze, if I wasn't a ghost I probably would have cried, but it's not possible for a ghost to cry... is it?

I did still love Tweek, but it wasn't the fireworks and butterflies kind of love, it wasn't even the comfortable, lets-grow-old-together kind of love. What Tweek and I had was more him depending on me to look after him. I was stuck for what I could possibly say or do to make this any less painfull because the reality of the situation was that Tweek's parents would probably find my body on the side walk and the poor kid would probably have nightmares about it for the rest of his life. "You at least deserve a goodbye Tweek," I thought out loud, before rushing to the kitchen.

I grabbed a pen and a note pad and wrote him a message "Huh, so if I want to touch something I can, but other people can't see or feel me," I mused. "That's odd. How the hell does that work?" (A/N: Questioning my logic there. I just really wanted him to write Tweek a note lol.)

Then I read over my note, it said:

I will always love you.

Goodbye Tweekers x

Yeah, I put a kiss on there, I normally wouldn't have done that, but he deserved it for all of the crap he could be about to go through. Then I ripped the note out and entered the living room again, slipping the note into Tweek's hand before walking into the front hall. I paused for a second when I saw the door, sighing when I saw all of the locks, before remembering I was a ghost. I've seen tons of TV shows and movies where ghosts walk through walls, they make it look pretty easy on there.

I walk up to the door and slowly push my hand through... not as easy as it looks. You know when you're walikng through extremely thick mud, your foot gets stuck and it takes an hour to get it unstuck, only to find yourself in the exact same situation a few minutes later? Yeah, that's what passing through a door was like, but I was a newbie I guess.

It took me about an hour, but with one last tug off my leg I stumbled out into the night and straight into someone's arms. I froze instantly, wondering why I hadn't fell straight through this person. "Craig?" an oddly familiar voice questioned and I slowly looked up to see the strikingly blue eyes of Kenny McCormick.

"Kenny?" I asked. "Please tell me you can see me."

"Wait... you...Oh. My. God!" he stammered before dissolving into a fit of laughter.

"What's so funny?!" I snapped frustratedly.

Kenny held his hand up for a second as he clutched his stomach with the other one, trying to control his chuckles "...you died..." he stated between bursts of hysterical laughter.

"How the fuck is that funny?!" I yelled, furious at the blonde's reaction to a situation that was supposed to be serious, sad even.

"... because it didn't happen to me for once!" Kenny chuckled, so close to literally rolling on the floor with laughter.

"Oh well I'm glad you got a kick out of this," I growled. "I just had to say goodbye to Tweek forever, and he can't even hear or see me! I'm freaking out dude! I shouldn't still be here, I'm ... holy shit I'm dead! I'm never gonna be able to talk to my family again, I'm never gonna be able to tell Tweek that I'm ok and not to worry about me and I'm never gonna feel alive. That's a lot to process in the space of a few hours. I'm sixteen Kenny! I'm sixteen and I died alone! Do you have any idea how terrified I was? I didn't have a clue what was going on!"

Now I know ghosts can't cry because -as much as I hate to admit it- if they could the tears would have been cascading from my bluish-grey orbs. I noticed that Kenny had fallen silent during my rant, a more serious look taking over his features. "I'm sorry dude," he said, his voice cracking as a few stray tears slid down his cheeks. Before I could react he pulled me into a tight hug, which was unusual because our friendship normally consisted of us jokingly insulting each other, but it was also oddly comforting.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders tightly, clutching the familiar orange material of his parka. I was just so relieved that he could see me, I didn't want to let that go any time soon. "Kenny?" I mumbled against his shoulder.

"Yeah?" Kenny replied.

"How come you can see me?" I asked, looking up to meet his gaze -he was a little taller than me.

"I dunno," Kenny shrugged. "I guess I'm just more in tune with this sort of thing... with death." We stood there in silence for a few minutes before the hug broke and Kenny spoke again. "Where's the uh..."

"The body?" I asked, he nodded. "Around here somewhere."

"What happened?" he inquired. "How did you die?"

"Hit by a car," I answered. "I was only fucking crossing the road and now here I am."

An awkward silence followed, before Kenny took me by suprise by blurting out "I'm gonna help you."

"What?" I answered, blinking bemusedly.

"I wanna help you," he repeated. "Don't spirits have like unfinished business or something that stops them from passing on to where ever it is they're supposed to go?"

"Unfinished business?" I questioned. "I don't think I have any."

"You have to dude, otherwise you wouldn't be here," Kenny replied, before grabbing my hand and dragging me away from Tweek's house. "C'mon, you can stay at my house while you're figuring all of this shit out."

I was about to protest when I suddenly realised that I had absolutely nowhere else to go, Kenny was the only person in this town who could see and hear me, and for some unknown reason he wanted to help me. If it wasn't for Kenny I would still be completely alone and isolated right now and with that realisation I found myself squeezing his hand tighter. Surprisingly he didn't pull his hand away, he instead tightened his own grip as we began a long, silent walk back to his house and I found myself unable to stop thinking about what he'd told me...

Do I have unfinished business?