---Tweek's pov---

I start running as fast as I can.

Unluckily for me, that doesn't happen to be very fast. Within minutes, Craig catches up to me.

He grabs me wrist and tackles me to the ground. He ends up sitting on top of me, straddling my hips and holding down my hands.

I start to shake, "GAH IT'S TOO MUCH PRESSURE!" I shout trying to squirm out of his grip.

"Tweek..." I hear Craig whisper, "Calm the fuck down, dude."

I continue to twitch, but now I'm a lot calmer.

We sit there in an awkward silence. Well, he sits there as I lie on my back staring at him.

Our eyes are locked in each other as the air continues to be tense and uncomfortable.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He finally asks, breaking the silence.

"I-I'm not a-avoiding you..." I say quietly.

I am avoiding Craig. It's because he makes me nervous. Whenever he's around me my head spins and my hear pounds like I'm going to have a heart attack.

It's always hard to talk to him, but being in a position like this is making it 10 times worse.

How can I talk to him when I'm way to nervous to think?