Creek 2.0

vi - cold shoulder

song: this house is not the same - Sweet Boy

Sorry for my absence by the way guys, I changed my name to Y/N and my Ma sold me to BTS and also sold my Nana to 1Direction to replace Liam (RIP) (Kidpass1 Luna20839)

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Tweek's POV

After that day at the cafe, he got distant. I shouldn't have cared, not really. He was just some guy I barely knew. But when school started up and he was giving me a cold shoulder, things got super stressful. It's one thing to be new, but another thing entirely to know someone and have them almost flat out ignore you for almost the entire day. For an entire week. By the weekend, I was more nervous, more anxious than ever.

Had I done something wrong? Was it my fault? Did he just not like me? Was it something I did? Maybe he didn't want to help out, but he felt bad for me? Did I guilt trip him accidentally? Had I made him uncomfortable? Maybe I looked weird, or smelt bad? The kitchen is always full of this weord, burning smell...Oh gods, maybe he thinks I'm a freeloading homeless guy!

It's safe to say that many handfuls of hair ended up in the bin, and my nails were chewed to beyong the edge of my fingers. But I wasn't giving up, yet.

For some reason, some stupid, illogical, self hating reason, I wanted to know why. So on Saturday, I knocked on his door. A short, younger girl answered, her hair sitting long down her back, a teal, maybe cyan hoodie pulled over a pink skirt. It was a weird combo, but, who am I to judge?

"He's not here. Try the treehouse."

She stated bluntly, her voice a similar tone to his. She shut the door, and I simply walked away. Just walked away to my house, closed the door, and spent the next twenty minutes crying and trying not to pull my hair out. Luckily my parents were out tending the coffee shop, or I would be in for another well-being lecture. I hated those so much. It was all, "we're here for you, we love you, we support you, this is a safe space" but when I needed them they were gone.

That's not the point though! The point was I was trying to figure out why he doesn't like me anymore!

I dragged myself up from the floor and wiped my face for a second, breathing before I headed outside again, the snow crunching under my feet. I counted the steps to the treehouse.

1, 2, 3, 4.....84, 85, 86..

I counted the minutes it took me to bring myself to actually climb into the treehouse. Three and thirty four seconds. In hindsight, I probably should've called out, asked if he was there, maybe even knocked. But I didn't, I just pushed the curtain door out of the way, to be met with the sight of him.

His jeans were pulled halfway down his thighs, and he was tracing the white and purple lines across them. That's the first thing I noticed. I didn't see the blade in his hand until he dropped it and cursed, pulling his jeans up in a frantic motion and glaring at me.

"What do you want, weirdo?"

Weirdo. Weirdo. Weirdo. Weirdo. The word echoed in my head, over and over and over. Until eventually it was all I could hear.

I didn't reply. I just dropped from the treehouse to the ground, muttering some form of apology over and over again while I scrambled to my feet and made a dash back to my house.

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Kidpass1 Luna20839
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