"It happened again." ~ Stan x Kyle (Style)

Tweeks house

"Well I guess the reason me and Tweek worked out was because I have the patience to put up with it, still to this day I think he would've died if I didn't randomly pop up-"
Craig stopped talking, I could see his facial expression change as if a sunny day just turned into a stormy night, "are you okay?" I asked
"Yeah nah just reminded me of how it used to be, it's been a while though let's just go back to living room"
I agreed and walked back in with him, he went to sit down with Tweek and put his arm around his waist to pull him in closer to him, Tweek looked excited to see him. The cat wasn't here and I can only think that he was upstairs, the rest of the night was normal just a bit of chit chat and weed.
"Do you guys even get stoned off of that shit anymore?" Kyle asked Craig, or Tweek, didn't matter, Tweek answered his question though
"Occasionally- maybe- I don't know if I'm being honest"
"How do you guys live here without Tweeks parents knowing?" I chimed in and Craig answered my question gladly
"Simple, they do know, as long as the place is clean they're fine, they come once every two months. Thank god they're loaded or we would be fucked"
I have to admit, I was a bit jealous of what they had, not as in like I wish I was dating Craig or dating Tweek absolutely not. Just what they had, it was just like Kyle had described it though, Tweek sat with his legs over Craig's whilst he rested one of his hands on tweeks legs and the other around his waist. Tweek had a joint in his hand and his other hand was over Craig's, seems like they were super close. They let me smoke in their house which was thankful as I loved cigarettes, they kept me sane especially when my head was getting louder than anything else around me, Kyle has been persistent to get me tested for something but I'd rather not know.
I engaged in most conversations but they were telling me stories from when they first started hanging out as a group, by group I mean Craig, Tweek, Kyle and Clyde. They were telling me about the New Jersey story, why Craig's dad got arrested that one night and lots more, their cat came down and started sniffing me out.
"Don't worry he doesn't bite" Craig told me, I wasn't too worried about animals biting they just kinda creeped me out for some reason, I got kind of jumpy around them and started waving my hands which without realising I started doing
"Stan, you're doing the thing?" Kyle warned me
"Oh shit uh-" I quickly stopped but Craig already asked a question, questions. Fucking questions why am I always getting questioned?
"Have you got some type of disability or disorder??"
"Not that I know of-" then Kyle gladly took the stage away
"I have been asking him all the time to get tested for something, mainly autism or ADHD but Jesus Christ he refuses and denies it every time and not to mention he show signs of both."
"Dude I'd go get it checked out if I were you-"

I thought about it but quickly denied their offers. I don't need my head to be filled with all these disorders and medication for anything, I don't want special attention from others I'm not a make a wish kid? I don't want any check ups or help, it's not a sad situation nor is it something to bother with I just don't want help, You can't help a person who doesn't want to be saved.
A few hours had gone by and was near 1am, Im just gonna assume that if they have guests over that no one sleeps, fine by me although all I really did in my spare time was exactly sleep I do have the ability to stay up for days but sleeping was just my thing really. It's also a reason why I don't get out the house I just sleep till my shifts and if I don't have shifts occasionally Kyle will welcome himself into my house and drag me out or watch me wake up, I wouldn't call it a depressive state but others would.

Will Craig admit he needs to get tested? Is this Craig's cry for help maybe? He seems like he's struggling? I guess we won't know till the next chapter...