Backstabber -creek-

-Chapter 5-

Tweek's pov

I woke up in a panic thinking we had school, but to my advantage it's Sunday. Sunday is supposed to be a fun day right? Or that's what my parents used to say when I was a kid. Yet Sundays for me aren't fun. It just means school is the next day then five more days of hell. Then you repeat for what it feels like a decade.

Only a few more days left till Craig leaves. My mom told me I have to make the most out of what I have now. Which means counting down the time I have with him, but that's even cut down more due to his dad being strict on schedule for packing .Hopefully Craig won't be gone for long. I still like being around him. He makes me feel safe and in control of myself. Unlike when the gnomes are here.

I decided to get out of bed to make some coffee. Some adults judge my parents for letting me have the drink at a young age, but it's not my parents fault. They own a coffee shop. It was bound to happen for me to drink it. I don't think they wanted me to have a slight addiction as some call it to the bitter drink.

I texted Craig asking if he was awake, because he sleeps in most of the time. To my surprise he quickly replied saying that his dad was making him pack his bathroom stuff. Of course leaving important everyday items out. I found out that our parents decided on meeting at Olive Garden for lunch. Which wouldn't be that bad, but his family is scary to the average person. Might be because they flip each other off in a way to show love rather than hate.

My phone started buzzing, so I went to check it. My mom was calling. I answered her call. "Tweek, I need you to take a shower and get dressed in nicer clothes than you wear on a daily basis." She commanded. "I will, is it a special occasion or something?" I asked, making it sound like I didn't know what was going on. "Well you know the Tucker family. Your dad wanted to hang out with them a bit before they left, so I planned this little get together." "Oh okay what time do I need to be ready by?" "About eleven thirty. I'll stop by the house to pick you up after I pick your dad up from the airport. I'm sorry sweetie, but more customers are showing up at the shop. I have to hurry and go. I love you." "I love you too and I'll let you go now. Be careful with the coffee!" With that I ended the call.

After getting ready

I rush downstairs to go make another cup of coffee and put it in a thermos. Since I have a few minutes left before my parents are supposed to be here. I didn't change anything major about my look besides trying to comb my hair, so it's not actually matted or as messy. I put on black dress shoes that thankfully my parents bought velcro straps, because tying shoes is hard. I also am wearing black slacks for my pants. Note they are uncomfortable to move in.

I open my phone to see if anything is happening in the groupchat, and nothing is really going down this time besides Clyde buying a video game without a thought in the world. Token is mad because Cartman is trying to force him to play bass again for who knows what. I got a notification from my mom saying that they are here. I grab my mini backpack and thermos and head out.

I open the car to our Subaru and sit behind my mom who's driving. It is about a thirty minute drive from my house to Olive Garden. Which wouldn't be bad if I didn't worry about getting in wrecks all the time. We have never got in an accident before, but it's not like it couldn't happen at any moment. Due to their being dumbasses on the road who drive while looking at their phone the whole time. Old people are the worst. One time they almost killed our whole town, and they got put on basically lockdown for their driver's license. Sadly the old dangers got them back, but I think they have to take a test to see if they can actually drive and see. Before they go out and kill someone without realizing it.

"Dad, how was your trip advertising our brand? You didn't get stabbed or anything did you?!" "No, and it went well. How would I be here if I was stabbed? God you need to be put on some medication for your anxiety." My dad stated. "I don't need medicine because what if I choke on the pills and then suffocate to death." "Richard, that's enough. He doesn't need medication, he just worries too much about cause and effects that won't happen." My mom says in a slightly agitated voice.

Honestly I think my family gets into arguments over this sort of thing like twice a week. It's tiring. They did this when we found out I have ADHD. I wasn't put on any high dose medication, since I was only in fourth grade when we found out. My mom quickly took me off of it though. She said I acted differently than normal and it freaked her out. So instead she gave me more coffee to help calm the twitches I randomly have.

We had about ten more minutes before we arrived at the restaurant.

  I was pretty nervous because Craig's dad hates me. He thinks I'm "too weird" to be his son's friend. His dad is pretty judgmental of people. He only likes Clyde, because he plays football and talks about girls. He likes Token, because he is really polite and the voice of reason in our group. He likes Jimmy, because he's funny. Craig's mom on the other hand just wants her son to be happy as long as he's not doing drugs. She can be very protective over him. The parents of the kids in our grade dislike the Tucker family, because they think Craig is the trouble maker which in a sense he is. Yet he isn't like Stan's gang where he takes innocent people to random islands or places and gets kidnapped all the time just for fun.

I look up to see that we have arrived at Olive Garden.

Hopefully this won't turn out as badly as I think it's going to be. Like in the shows where people start throwing food at each other. That is what I'm afraid of right now.

~To be continued~