The boxer and the racer (creek)

Bebe stevens, top spy (Tweek)

I grabbed my joint and inhaled, taking in the musky scent. I exhaled and heard a knock on my door.

"Yeah?" I called, taking another drag.

"Hey honey? Bebe just called me said she couldn't reach yo-" he stared at me, "honey.."

"do you want some?" I offered trying to be nice.

"No. Bebe called, your having a girls day with her, Wendy, Marjorine, and Heidi. Tomorrow."

I took another drag, "what about red?"

He shrugged, "maybe they're  beefing, ask them. I'm gonna go take a nap, see ya later stoner." He blew me a kiss then closed the door. He doesn't like it when I smoke, it's addicting I can't help it anymore to be honest.

Taking another inhale I looked around my room, I had plants everywhere and Radiohead posters. One time Radiohead went to South Park.

Then some kid ate his parents. It was wild.

You could call me a hippie? My room kinda gives off like hippie vibes?? I don't know Bebe always makes fun of me for it. She also says most hippies are stoners, like me.

I grab my phone and try and turn it on. Dead.

That's probably why they couldn't reach me.

"Babe?" I called out, "can you grab me a phone charger?"

"YEAH!" He called back and a few minutes later he opened the door and through me a charger. I smiled and thanked him. I found the plug and plugged in my phone to charge.

I leaned back and picked up the joint taking another drag. I smiled to myself as my phone powered on. That's a damn good charger.

I had about 15 missed calls from Bebe and one missed call from an unknown number.

I ignored Bebe's missed calls I can deal with her later and opened up the voice mail I had from the unknown number.

"Hello, Tweek. I bet you can guess who this is. I would like you to know I saw you at the boxing match today. It was hot how you absolutely smoked that guy. I want to meet up and just talk. I didn't like how you punched me today."

This has to be a prank. HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET MY NUMBER??

"CRAIG!" I yelled, putting my joint down and turning on my air purifier. I bounded out of my room, looking for Craig who was on the couch watching TV.

"Yes honey?" He said not taking his eyes of the TV.

"I just got a voice mail from Kenny." That got his attention.

"What?" He said whirling around to look at me. "What'd it say?"

"It was like 'hey Tweek I saw your match today your hot, you smoked that guy. He wants to meet up and talk. He doesn't like how I punched him.'"