Backstabber -creek-

-Chapter 7-

Tweek's Pov

The car ride home was silent. It was too quiet for me. Typically there would be some type of small talk between my parents or some questions about my day for me. Yet, nothing. I understood why my parents would be this way though. "Tweek" my dad piped up from the passenger's seat. I turn my head towards his seat, so he knows I'm listening. "What is going on between you and that Craig kid. I know you guys are best friends, but what Thomas was saying sounded a little too true to context. His kids are tough. You on the other hand are fragile, but stronger than they could ever be...." I started spacing out after that.

My dad has always thought I'm better than the other kids at my school. I got decent grades for when I was at school. Sometimes my dad made me skip school to help him at the shop. Other times I would just get too paranoid of the gnomes at night. I would only get like an hour of sleep for three days. I only recently found out that it wasn't healthy when I was over at Kyle's house for a group project. I once wrote a poem about sleep. I got an A on it though I've never understood why as humans we need sleep to survive. It's good for the coffee industry to have people suffer from insomnia, but it's not fun to have. My dad said that sort of stuff over the years. I think it's sick that he likes to profit from people's misery. That was something that needed to be brought up in the future. If I said something now he would probably think I'm being an idiot for not wanting more cash flow.

"Isn't that right Tweek?" My dad ended. "What again?" I asked only knowing something of what he was going on about. "As I was saying you have feelings for Craig, because you act differently around him. I see it in your eyes. They sparkle with joy when he is around. You haven't had joy in things since you were little." He looked at my mom to which she agreed with what he was saying. 

I only just started realizing my feelings for Craig. A couple years ago he would just randomly hold my hand to make me stop thinking. It was a pretty normal thing, but then people started calling us a couple, and that was when Craig became distant. I didn't understand back then, but I now understood that Craig was the type to not want rumors about his friends. He didn't care what they said about him. As long as they never talked shit about his gang. After a few months he came to his senses and realized I wasn't doing so well and came back to me. Up until recently my feelings for him were just being best friends. That was until Clyde told me it wasn't "normal" to hold your friends hands and share money. The girls do that stuff though, so I thought it was normal and I didn't care. I started to become less worried about what people thought about me by being near Craig. He just flipped people off if they didn't care for him.

"Yeah so what if I have feelings for him." I said without any hesitation. "Well son you know Thomas isn't a big fan of gays. Especially if his son is gay, he might have to be kicked out. You need to be more worried about Craig's state, rather than stupid romantic feelings." "Richard, stop trying to get in the way of Tweek's happiness. If he is happy with or near Craig then that's his decision, but I do think you're right about his home situation." My mom said with a sad expression on her face.

-Time skip-

We finally got out of the car and I headed towards the kitchen to get some strong coffee. Coffee for me felt like an addiction which was weird, because I only put some creamer in it and called it good. Craig texted me a picture of this random blondie. Apparently it was the realtor taking pictures of his house to put on the market. He told me she was a nice lady and even brought his family "homemade" cookies. Tricia told Craig they were from Walmart due to them being the iconic sugar cookies with the same frosting every time. Craig was really stupid sometimes.

Craig's Pov

The blonde bitch as I called her was coming over to my house almost every day to talk about how good our house will sell. It was feeling a little sketchy though. She was way too nice to us when a normal realtor would only come to a house like once or twice and leave. That's at least what Kyle said when his parents moved to New York for a hot minute. The lady was near my dad. She knew he had a wife. Obviously we were all moving together to another state and no problems in their relationship, besides their schedules being totally wack. The bitch's name was Darla. She also brought her slutty looking daughter and for my luck of the century she was the same age. She was too ugly. That's why girls wear makeup to make themselves an illusion to mankind. Sometimes Wendy wore makeup, but only natural looking stuff. It didn't look bad on her, it's just this girl wore as much mascara as the kids in Dance Moms. Her lipstick was that of Miranda Sings which me and my buddies watched when we were in elementary, because she was comedy gold to our tiny brains.

Her daughter's name was Rosie. It sounded like a name for a dog. That is why I gave Stripe his awesome name that couldn't be made fun of. I sometimes talked to Stripe about my problems and he would often snuggle under my arms. He was so adorable and fluffy. That is why I only let some people hold him. He is just too godly for other mortal beings. Tweek's hair reminded me of Stripes fur. It always looked fluffy due to him trying to pull his hair out.

"CRAIGY-PIE" Rosie screamed in a whiny voice.

Why did the lords of this world have to test me so often.

~To be continued~ 

I'm sorry I would've gotten this out yesterday if I hadn't fallen asleep right before I was going to write. Also Rosie is going to be a pick me girl isn't that going to be fun./sar

Hopefully you've enjoyed this chapter and I'll try to publish a new chapter every Sunday.
Thank you for 100+ reads.