The boxer and the racer (creek)

Gossipy little shits (Tweek)

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Bebe pulled out her phone and stuck the joint between her perfect teeth. How the fuck does she keep herself so like, perfect?

"What's Cartman's moms name?" She asked me not looking up.

"Liane? I think." I said grabbing a pair of shoes from the top of my dresser.

"So liane cartman?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm gonna grab a snack real quick." I slipped out the door and went to the fridge.

"Honey?" Craig said quietly,

"Yes?" I said opening the fridge door.

"I have a bad feeling about tonight. Can I come with?" He asked sheepishly.

"Uh yeah sure I'll ask Bebe." I said grabbing a can of whipped cream and spraying it into my mouth. "Gimme a second."

I walked back to my room, whip cream still in hand. I wonder why Craig feels it's gonna go sour. Maybe we need a DD? (Designated driver)

"Hey bae? Can Craig tag along?" I asked Bebe leaning against the door frame squirting my whip cream into my mouth.

"Yeah sure I don't care. AHA!" She yelled, "IT WAS NICOLE!"

"What the hell? Why?" I asked alarmed, I placed the whipped cream on my dresser for Bebe.

"I'm still figuring that out." She huffed and continued to furiously type on her phone.

I left the room again to where Craig was sitting on the couch. "You can come." I informed him kissing the top of his head. "I feel bad leaving you here while I go hang out with the girls, do you want me to invite Clyde and Tolkien here tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yeah sure, you don't need to worry about me honey, I'll be fine but yeah sure invite them. We can hang out and game and what not."

I smiled at him and kissed the top of his head again, "alright, thanks love."

I left again trailing my hand lightly on his black hair. He shivered slightly and switched the channel on the TV.

"TWEEK!" Bebe squealed, "I FOUND WHY!!"

I hurried into the room, "what? Why!?" I demanded immediately.

"Apparently she didn't know and was 'charmed'" she snorted, "into giving him your number."

"Aren't Tolkien and her dating?"

"NO! TWEEK!" Bebe exclaimed, then taking another drag. "what the fuck is this laced with this is absolutely ass." She handed it to me.

"Anyways, they broke up because Nicole cheated."

"Oh my god! With who?" I said, shocked. Nicole didn't seem like the cheating type.

"Lemme look." She typed something into her phone and her jaw dropped "DAVID RODRIGUEZ?!?"

"Wait the Mexican kid??" I looked at her incredulously, "didn't he die?"

"Wait yeah he did I don't think that's right." She typed something else, "KEVIN STOLEY??"

"Okay check if he's dead or not."

"He's alive you whore." She said giving me sideways glance. Then a grin.

"He's Chinese right??" I asked.

"According to Stan apparently." She said, staring at her phone.

"Is he cute?"

"YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND TWEEK!" Bebe cried, "but yeah he is, wanna see?"

"Duh."

LIKE 45 MINUTES LATER.

I heard a knock at the door and then Craig's voice.

"Hey guys? Uh the bar is open now, we should go."

"Babe, we have to be fashionably late," I said, opening the door.

Craig grinned at me, "maybe so. Whatcha guys doing?"

"Weed." Came Bebe's muffled response.

"Not surprising, when are we going?"

"Up to you, love." I grinned as Craig flushed.

"Soon!!" Bebe called.

"Thirty minutes??" Craig asked and I nodded.

"Sounds good." I looked to Bebe. "Guess what Nicole did." I gushed.

I filled him in and on Bebe's mistake and Craig nodded.

"Token told me about that. He was devastated." Craig said grimly.

"Why'd she do it?"

"I don't know." Bebe replied. "He's cute? Maybe he's nice, and funny too??"

"That's not an excuse to cheat on your boyfriend," I said turning to Bebe but looking at Craig out of the corner of my eye. He swelled in pride and excitement.

He's such a cutie.

"Did you know some people think your weak Tweek?" Bebe asked staring at her phone.

"I know right?" Craig said incredulously, sitting on my bed then leaning against the wall. I leaned on his legs and he grinned.

"Haven't they seen me punch grown men??" I asked narrowing my eyes.

"Honestly." Craig replied, playing with a strand of my hair.

"Do you like when Tweek smokes?" Bebe asked, looking over to Craig slyly.

"Where'd that come from?" He asked but shrugged. "It doesn't really bug me as long as he keeps it to his room and doesn't do it to often. I don't want him to get lung cancer or something then die."

I smiled and looked at the closet, "we should head out."