The boxer and the racer (creek)

Digestive cookies (Tweek)

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Oh my god. HE KISSED ME?? Without explanation?!

"Gatorade." Was all I muttered to myself and got out of bed and pattered to my door taking a deep breath then stepping out.

Clyde was still on my couch. Ugh. Love Clyde but he's messing up my pillows.

"Do we have Gatorade?" I asked bluntly and Craig jumped about half a mile into the air and Clyde's head snapped to me, he was grinning wildly.

Craig pointed to the mini fridge in the corner of the room frantically. I walked over bent down and opened the door, grabbed one then left without another word.

I cracked it open and noticed which flavour it was, blue. Blue raspberry. I heard a small knock on my door, "yes?" I called and Clyde barrelled into my room.

"JESUS!" I cried and got up closing the door behind him. "What's up Donovan?" I towered over him, he was short. Or I was tall. Either one.

"I came here to discuss what Craig did." He said simply looking up at me. He sat on my bed and I cringed slightly as he patted beside him motioning for me to sit down.

"Ew never do that again Donovan." I said but sat down anyways. He put a gentle hand around my shoulders. Clyde was a surprisingly thoughtful person for such a dumbass. Actually that made no sense. He's nice and gentle, thoughtful. Really stupid but smart emotionally. It's confusing I know.

"So what did Craig do." He asked gently. I looked at him.

"Didn't he tell you?" I asked.

"Yes, but I want your side of the story."

"Alright, so he knocked on the door in the middle of me hanging out with Bebe, and she got the door 'cause I had a face mask drying on my face. They talked for a little bit but I'm not sure what about-." Clyde smirked at that, weirdo. "Then he said he wanted to talk to me so I went onto the deck to talk to him. He hugged me then told me to bend down and then he kissed me."

"Tweek, oh Tweek." Clyde smiled shaking his head. "Hey do you have any food I'm starving."

I was taken aback by his request but I got up and nodded. "Yeah I have some cookies around here somewhere." I picked up a box of digestive cookies and grinned. I threw it at Clyde and he looked disgusted.

"The fuck is this?" He turned the box over. "Are these cookies for digestion?" He looked at me incredulously.

"What?! They are good!!" I defended myself, grinning.

He opened the box and took one, took a bite then looked at me amazed. "What in the hell, these are fire."

He scooted to sit on my pillows. "What is with you and sitting on my nice pillows?" I asked him crossing my arms.

"They're comfy." He mumbled around a cookie. He's eaten more than half the box? How does he eat so fast?!

"You are going to be shitting so much tonight." I laughed. He looked at me alarmed.

"What does digestive mean Tweek?" He asked,
panicked.

I stared at him, "it helps you digest food which makes you go to the bathroom quicker. You absolute dumbass."

He's 23 years old and doesn't know what digestive means. Love Clyde to death but he's an absolute idiot.

"What?" He cried, he threw the box at me and it was empty.

"How did you eat these so fast?" I asked him genuinely curious.

"I'm a fast eater I guess!" He cried at me. I laughed doubling over and Craig burst through my door.

"What the hell!" I yelped, "do you not knock anymore!?"

He thinks something is wrong with Clyde. Aww they are so cute, they have been best friends since elementary.

"What's wrong with him!? What the hell did you do to him Tweek?" He yelled at me. I laughed harder and he just got angrier.

I gasped for air and Craig smacked my face. I snapped to attention and suddenly the whole world was quiet. Clyde had stopped groaning on the floor and holding his stomach dramatically. All I could hear was a roaring.

I blinked twice registering the pain in my face. I stood up to my full height and he cowered realizing what he just did. "He's fine. Nothing is wrong with him but something is about to be wrong with you very quickly."