𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

Chapter One

Chapter 1: One Lazy Saturday

Craig sits at his sofa, surfing channels, a bored, expressionless face cemented on him. It's still early morning, and his family is sleeping it all away from upstairs. "Damn it, Red Racer's only on weekdays." Giving a weary sigh, he gets up off the sofa to turn off the TV and sets the remote down gently at its side. I really have to get over this kiddie show. He slaps his palms over his face and mutters out an obscured obscenity. Out of the crack of his fingers, he eyes his cell phone at the edge of the sofa. Should I call Clyde or Token over? ... Damn, Clyde told me he was going out of state for a while. And Token and I always have awkward silences together without a third person there. On top of that, he's probably going to beat the crap out of me if I wake him up so early. He goes through his contact list lazily and stops at a name. Tweek Tweak. Craig fumbles around with his phone, scrolling around as he started to reminisce.

Tweek and Craig weren't the closest of friends. They were polar opposites as well as having completely different interests. The two hung out together often times in school and ate beside each other at lunch tables. Yet did they really have exciting, face to face chats? Not exactly. Last time they really "did something together" was when Cartman, Stan, and Kyle set the two up on a fight. He had kicked Tweek's ass as well as gotten his own ass thoroughly kicked. Promptly after that, the two were hospitalized, accompanied only by each other. Those weren't fun times.

Still, he's not that bad. Probably awake too since he rarely sleeps the required amount of hours. He's cool... Except for those twitches. Craig went into deep thought. Nah. He started to scroll around his contact list for his name once more. I can live with those twitches. He puts his phone to his ear as it starts to connect. It's picked up almost instantly with a "Gah!" along with muffled yells. Craig managed to mutter out an uneasy "Hello?" before the line went dead. He stares warily at the phone. "What was that about?"

"Argh! What the-?" Tweek jumps off his chair as he feels his phone vibrating at his side pocket. His coffee is spilled on the floor as he fumbles with his left hand to pick up the hot liquid. With the other hand, he reaches into his pockets to pick up the phone and accidentally clicks 'Answer.' "Gah! Who's calling? Who's calling?"

"Hello?" C-Craig? The phone slips from his hand and drops into the hot liquid below.

"Jesus! Is it broken?" He picks up the drenched phone, wiping it inefficiently on his sleeve before redialing and reluctantly putting it to his ear. With his free hand, he removes his shirt, slipping it off pretty easily. Tweek was now slightly shivering as he sat crouched on the floor wiping away at the coffee on the tiled floor. Thank God the coffee mug was plastic and that the ruckus didn't wake up his parents. Not that it was ever good to store hot liquid in plastic though.

"Yes?" The familiar, bored voice of the monotone Craig could be heard answering on the other line.

"S-sorry, man, I-"

"-Dropped the phone." He interrupted.

Tweek gives him an uncomfortable laugh. He couldn't tell whether Craig was just stating facts or smiling as he said it. But then again, he never smiled. "Yeah, you know me..." He coughs nervously into his free hand as he continues talking. "So why'd you call me?" There is a long pause; Tweek could imagine the thinking face Craig had on at the moment. He was always so calm and stoic that Tweek couldn't help but stutter in the unfriendly atmosphere.

Just when Tweek was getting accustomed to the silence, Craig answered with an abrupt and blunt: "I'm bored." giving Tweek another jump.