Stutters 🧌

TWEEK 🤑

ˢʰⁱᵗ shit. SHIT!

I've spammed Butters a million times and he still hasn't answered. Wtf happened to him!
Grrr maybe he's just in class and can't text me back. But he would never stop texting without saying goodbye we just had a conversation about that the other day.

Butters started venting about he gets really sad when people leave others on read or stop messaging in general so we both pinky promised each other not to do so. He would never go against his words butters isn't that kind of person.

Maybe I should head to school and check on him.

*knock* *knock*
"Tweek!"

"AGRUGH!"

"..."

"Co-come in"

I looked over to my bedroom door and watched my mother open it. She was wearing a floral purple dress with an apron layered over.

"Tweek, Sweetheart are you doing better?" She asked softy.

"Oh yea uhh I think so," I sighed while rubbing the back of my neck harshly, "Do you need me to come down and work at the counter?".

"No thank you, your father and I have got it covered," she assuringly smiled.

"Also don't forget double shift tomorrow!" She winked while exiting the room, "Oh and I know you haven't been talking your meds...start or you know what'll happen,".

Do it for your safety he said. it wasn't for the right purpose but.....

#confusing

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I finally decided to get out of bed even though every bone in my body was telling me "no".

For butters.
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I picked myself up and scurried to my dresser to pick my clothes out. I could just wear my pj's but I decided it might be a better outcome if I barged into school fully fitted.

I pulled on a knitted sweater with jeans while trying to locate my bag in the process. I rushed downstairs tearing through the jumble of stuff thrown on the kitchen table. I searched around frantically until my eyes finally caught sight of my beige messenger bag. I sighed in relief and picked it up feeling tears escape my eyes.

Bro I'm way to emotional for the safety of this fucking bag.
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I turn to the door, done with my sob fest. Just when I'm about to twist the handle to open it  the doorbell goes off.

Who could it be?

Butters?!

I smile widely opening the door to meet a pair of cargo pants. I look up to see two hazey blue eyes peering down at me. I shriek realizing who it was.

Ohhh great Craig's here now urgrrhh I gotta deal with acting cool. Grrr I- I ca-

"Hey Tweek," Craig says shuffling his feet on the welcome mat.

"Nrrgrr....GAHH!" I shout, digging my nails onto my arms.

"Woah Tweek, calm down," Craig says his tone becoming a little worried but otherwise calm.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE...NRRGR CRAIG!" I blurt the jerks hurting me as I fought myself from pulling my hair out. I will not be going bald again, no thank you.

I cover my face while squirming trying to do the exercises butters had given me. I try but It just makes me feel more anxious.

I didn't realize how much I needed butters until he isn't here. This is so pathetic.

ALSO WHY IS FUCKING CRAIG HERE!!!

He makes me feel so weird I hate it. Like different from butters. In a different way.

Dammit I should have just took the pills. My brain is drifting again. Why does my rebelish behavior leak out and burst at non-convenient times. I clenched my teeth and got ready to explode.

But then..

soft clammy hands hold mine. They pull my sweaty tear stained fingers off my face and place them at my side. He looks at me with no expression but even with his blank face is still understood his actions. I notice a light blush on his nose just barely showing through his tanned tones. I slightly, nervously, grin then come to realization "that was kind of gay". We both shifted in awkwardness sharing silly little looks of pure dumbness and giggles.

Dude I can't.
This is wrong.
What is wrong with me.

"Tweek?"

Craig lightly spoke staring at my houses wooden door frame, "Oh umm Butters wanted you to know he's okay his phone just died,".

My eyes widened as words fought in my head oh I could so badly cuss him out rn. He was kinda cute in a helpless stupidity sort of way.

Ew.
Dude.

I gathered my mind and yelled, "WHY COULDN'T YOU START THE CONVERSATION WITH THAT!!!!".

"I forgot,".

"Also it was barely a conversation in the first place a good amount of it was you just screaming,".