"Boyfrenemies"

six

TWEEK'S POV

E-Ever since C-Craig pulled that stupid s-stunt, my parents have been h-head over heels for h-him.

"He's such a nice boy," My M-Mom says at dinner, "I can't think of any other boy your age we know that would want to help!"

I fake g-gag, "M-Mom, we don't even know t-that many people--AH!"

"Well maybe you can get some more of your friends to help around the shop," My D-Dad suggest.

I look down, "I-I don't really have a-any friends. And even if I d-did, all t-the boys play f-football. They wouldn't be i-interested."

"Craig doesn't play football then?" My Dad asks.

"W-What?"

Don't they k-know that he was f-forced to quit so h-he can do this job?

"I mean, I would feel bad if he had to like quit or something to just do this simple job," My D-Dad says and my mom agrees.

I j-just look back and f-forth at them.

S-should I lie?

C-Craig just literally almost s-sabotaged my parents b-business!

Maybe h-he'll learn that not e-everything is about h-him.

"H-He doesn't play--AH--football," I lie.

"Well, we're very grateful to have him. He got us extra customers!"

I j-just sit back and s-suddenly, I've lost my apatite.

CRAIG'S POV

"So," My Dad says at the table, "How was your first day at work."

I flick my fork on the table, "Oh just fine. The Tweaks really like me. I got a promotion!" I put on a fake smile.

"Really? Well, Craig that's great!" My Dad says.

"See? I just knew you should work," My Mom smiles.

My parents are so dumb sometimes.

I eye my sister across the table because she keeps fucking kicking me under the table.

"Quit it!"

She sticks her tongue out at me like the fucking bitch she is.

"So what did you tell Coach Randall?" My Dad says.

I sigh, "He made me turn in my pads and helmet. Dad--uh--both of you, you guys know how much football means to me. Not this job--"

"Life isn't about football, Craig," My Dad cuts me off, "One day you'll get a job that you'll stay at for the rest of your life and you'll hate it but that's what's gonna make a living. Not the fucking NFL. Hell, not everybody makes it to the NFL! I sure didn't--"

My Dad use to be a kicker for the South Park Cows when he was my age. He played all through high school but then got hurt and the doctors told him he couldn't play football again.

So now he works at this lame ass office thing with the other Dad's in South Park which pretty much sucks.

"Craig are you listening to me?"

"What? Yeah, I'm listening. Working helps me later in life, blah blah, I know."

"Good," he smiles, "Next stop is Ruby."

Her eyes widen, "Hate to break it to ya, Dad. Butttt I wanna be a princess! Not a stupid worker like you, Mommy, and that doofus Craig.

I narrow my eyes at the spawn of Satan sitting across from me.

"Awww," my Mom smiles, "So adorable."

"God, spare me," I roll my eyes and she kicks me under the table, again.

"QUIT IT!"

***NEXT DAY AT CRAIG'S HOUSE***

"Practice has been so lame," Clyde says as we play GTA 5.

"Yeah," Token chimes in, "We've just been doing the same plays."

"Is anyone kicker yet?" I ask.

"No," Clyde says a little uncertain, "But they're doing tryouts tomorrow."

I scoff.

"Who do you think's gonna try out?" Token says.

"Probably that little fucker Kevin Stoley." I say as I steal a car.

"The one that sits always benched?" Token laughs and I nod.

"Eh," Clyde says, "Maybe some actual good people...but no one's as good as you, Craig."

"Tryna kiss my ass, Donovan?"

"Oh yes please," Clyde says making a kissy face and I throw my pillow at him.

"Whatever! You're no good anyway," He says fake pouting, "I'll just save that for Bebe."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Soooo for Tweek's POV I want y'alls input in this.

Should I only do the stuttering when he talks? I was thinking he could do it when he thinks too to make it more real.

But idk what do y'all think; Yay or Nay for Tweek stuttering while he thinks too

-Brooke