"Boyfrenemies"

five

CRAIG'S POV

"Well, I'll let you two get on with it then, we have a lot of customers to get to," Mr. Tweak says and Mrs. Tweak just nods.

"B-Bye Mom and Dad," Tweek says.

I just roll my eyes, "...So what do we do now?"

"W-What does it l-look like? W-we deliver the p-packages," Tweek says grabbing the first one.

"Listen Twitches--"

"It's T-Tweek."

"Yeah I know, Twitches. You don't have to have an attitude with me! I don't wanna be here as much as you don't want me here. But I have a plan," I say rubbing my hands together.

He raises one eyebrow and then twitches, "W-What?"

"I'm gonna get fired, and you have to help me."

"G-GET FIRED WHAT--" Tweek says very loudly so I cover his mouth.

"Yes, get fired. If I get fired, that'll prove to my mom that she wasn't right and I don't need a job and I can most likely get back on the football team and we won't have to speak again."

His eyes widen, "W-well what do I have to d-do?"

"We're going to...uh...we're going to..."

He cocks an eyebrow, again, "Y-You don't have a p-plan?"

I scratch the back of my head, "Well, I thought I did...was there any other employees who worked here and got fired?"

"N-No. It's a f-family business."

"Hmmm," I say, "Well. We're gonna have to wing it."

He starts twitching more, "W-WING IT--AH! I-I'M NOT GOOD AT WINGING THINGS, CRAIG."

"Well there's no other things to do. You need to chillll. Just follow my lead--"

"I DON'T T-THINK I CAN--AH! D-DO THIS--"

"DUDE," I say putting my hands on his shoulders...that usually calms the ladies down, "Just...uh, believe in yourself I guess."

I'm not very good at "pep" talks.

He sort of calms down, "F-fine. Do you what you h-have to do."

"Alright, follow my lead."

I get the packages and walk out the basement into the main customer section where Mr. and Mrs. Tweak take orders.

They spot Tweek and I and he gestures us to walk over there.

Showtime.

"Are you guys not on your way to deliver the packages?"

"FUCK NO," I throw it down, "I'VE TASTED THESE AND THEY TASTE LIKE SHIT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SELLING TO YOUR CUSTOMERS?! THIS IS DISGUSTING--"

"C-CRAIG! W-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Tweek whisper-screams.

I do the look that says, "I got this no need to worry."

The customers start to turn to us and that means I really have to shine here.

"SO WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU SELLING TO THESE POOR CUSTOMERS?!"

They look at each other and then say, "...coffee?"

"Taste fine to me," says a customer.

"Yeah...kid are your taste buds alright?" Another laughs.

Then sooner or later the whole shop starts to laugh.

FUCK.

I slowly turn to the Tweaks who don't look pleased.

"What is this, Tweak? Some sort of promotion?" Another customer says.

I had to think fast, "YES! THATS EXACTLY WHAT THIS IS! NOW YOU REALIZE THIS TASTE GREAT RIGHT?"

Tweek raises his eyebrow at me, smirking a little.

That son of a bitch.

Mr. and Mrs. Tweak look at each other and then at me and smile.

"Is that what you want, Craig? A promotion?"

"WHAT? NO--"

"Then that's what you're gonna get!"

Applauses roar around the room.

I am probably the biggest idiot in the whole world.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Craig is so me omg.

Like you feel confident in a plan and it just backfires.

BASICALLY MY LIFE LOL

Hope you're enjoying this book so far! Tell me your opinions!

-Brooke