Backstabber -creek-

-Chapter 17-

Authors note - idk when this will be published, but I think I'm gonna continue this story if I just take it slow and not make it be like a fake universe, also science is literal hell for me.

Tweek's POV

I just got home from the hell that we call school, I had to ride with Clyde today, because my parents were both taking shifts at our coffee house. Everytime I let Clyde drive me home, I swear he is trying to get us killed.

"Turn left!" I started yelling repeatedly at the pudgy boy, my hands gripping on the arm rest beside me. He just waved it off, and sped up and turned right. "Don't worry man, we have to make a stop before I drop you off, since you are paying for my anniversary present for Bebe." I jusr grabbed my head in agony.

My dad is definitely going to be mad at me.

"But I have to be at work in the next twenty minutes" I said pointing to his clock near the radio. "Your dad will be fine, if your just a few minutes late, unless you can't pick out a gift fast enough. Then that's your own fault"

"Who said I was picking out her gift. I only agreed to pay for it, due to you wanting something in return for driving me a few times a month" He quickly stopped the car just in time before hitting a red light. He looked me dead in the eyes and said "Your gay you understand girls better than me" I just blinked my eyes a couple times to process what he just said. "Just because I'm gay doesn't make me good with girls, it just means I'm not attracted to them, unlike you who has some issues with holding down his attraction towards them" He playfully shoved me into the side of the car "Shut up man or else you have to buy me lunch for tomorrow"

We then ended up at the local Walmart. The same place our parents all tried to take down the establishment at some point, yet they came to an agreement that we all needed a store to supply most general goods instead of a local shop that only had 1/4 of that. The same place our buddy Jimmy works at as a bagger, since he wouldn't have to move around a lot. He only liked putting effort in Science type things alike Craig, and comedy. Oh and also talking with the ladies. Speaking of which it's pretty embarrassing watching him and Clyde go up to a group of girls. Then start sliding on a wall while using finger guns as a type of flirting. Some of them will just giggle at them, others would just look them up and down concerned. Most end up just walking away from the dorks, but some stay. They never get their numbers though.

I spotted Jimmy from afar, and grabbed Clyde's arm to quickly drag him to the other side of the store. If we got to talking with him, we'd be here for hours. "Hey!" Clyde stopped, "We've missed the candy isle we need chocolate for her" I rolled my eyes at him, "I thought you said you weren't picking anything out, now your complaining. Wow" I put one of my hands on my chest and fell down dramatically. Ended up with me on the ground getting some hawk eyes looking at me. But I was just hysterically laughing and couldn't stop. "DUDE your gonna end up on the South Park high Instagram page for people that are sleeping in weird poses run by the one and only Eric Cartman" I quickly got up and dusted myself off from whatever germs just got on me from the dirty floor.

After all of that we still manged to end up talking to Jimmy. I found a cute red blazor for Bebe, I didn't know if she'd actually like it, but hey not my fault that her boyfriend can't find something on his own and is slightly codependent on his friends. Jimmy helped us find a nerf gun for her too. Apparently the girls at their secret meetings like to target people for drama, with or without pictures. They needed a fake gun to show who was the "slut" for the week on a target board. Her mean girls fantasy never went away after watching the movie when she was little.

Finally after wrapping everything up Clyde thankfully dropped me off at my house, so I could get changed into a semi-clean shirt to wear at work. I didn't bother trying to change the pants they were already stained with coffee, even when I tried to get them out. It wouldn't budge. Matter of fact I didn't really care if I had stains or not, because I literally wore a button down shirt all of elementary school and nobody ever wanted to tell me that I had a button misplaced on there. So I'd just have a place of my stomach showing at all times. I then put my hair in small pigtails, due to my parents not wanting complains about hair in the customers food. Which was bound to happen either way, because everywhere you go there will be one at some point even if you try so hard not to get any hair in it.

I headed out my door towards the shop, speed walking, trying not to trip over my own feet because Clyde has made me extremely late. "Tweek" I heard my dad say as I was entertaining the small building. "You were supposed to be here forty five minutes ago" He said in a slightly agitated yet calm and collected voice. "I'm sorry it's just Clyde made me go with him to pick out a gift for his girlfriend and-" I was cut off by him when he said "You started rambling again, and it's fine I understand your a teenager and will make poor decisions, but go get your apron on and get behind the counter it's almost rush hour in here. And please help yourself to start making pasteries for our customers to order" I sighed and grabbed the laptop sitting behind the counter and turned on a 80s Playlist I made just to make the experience in life better for me.

-To be continued-

When should I make Craig come back? Do they become better friends by hanging out more or get forced to work on a project together?