My Alcoholic Friends

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And if you are holding it against me,
I'll be on my best behavior,
Taking shots for Mother Nature,
Once my fist is in the cupboard,
Love is never falling over.

~~~

August 17th, 3 pm.

"And! I bought alstroemerias." Craig gave Tweek a bouquet of flowers, the blond giggling.

"That's so specific, and... so gay."

"Oh no! I've been outed!"

The two of them laughed, Craig laying back on the white, fluffy blanket. Looking up, he could see some leaves from the tree next to him falling. He felt Tweek's hand playing with his hair, as he closed his eyes, feeling the warm summer breeze. The forest was practically empty, so there was no sound to be heard, besides the water of the pond, and some cars passing by in the distance. Moments like these gave Craig the hope he needed to realize that life is not so bad.


"You know, flowers have meanings."

"Just like most things in life. Do you know what alstroemerias symbolize?"

"No, I don't. Enlighten me, darling." Tweek chuckled, lying on his side as well.

Craig smiled, holding the flowers in his hand.

"All of the six petals have a meaning: humour, understanding, patience, empathy, commitment and respect."

"Since when are you empathic?"

"Listen, I'm trying to be romantic, here." The two laughed. "The leaves can also mean bonding, stability and overcoming hardships. So, you can see this as a "thank you", from me, and also a promise."


His gaze melted, "Sometimes you can be really sweet, did you know that?"

"Thanks, I try."

"Especially when you gave Stan that advice. Very deep. Didn't see it coming."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "What advice?"

"You know, the one about giving up your pride for the ones you love."


"Okay, I'm at no fault here. Those were more or less Tolkien's words."

Tweek chuckled. "I figured."

~~~

August 18th, midnight.

"So you're telling me that the bitch, ass-looking mother fucker dumped you for an e-boy? Please, Kenny. And you're still sad about it!?" Cartman protested, when Kenny told his friends that the girl he met on Tinder had dumped him the day before their date.

"I mean, yeah, dude! She had nice bazonkers! Of course I'm gonna be sad!"

Butters laughed, chugging down an entire glass of beer. "Kenny, you sound like a pervert!"

"No, Butters. I'm just single."

Everyone at the table laughed along, Stan coughing as he choked on his drink a little. Kyle could smell from miles away how this whole night would end. Everyone would get way too drunk, and they'd probably pass out on the sidewalk. Not like it would be the first time.

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