"Boyfrenemies"

eleven

CRAIG'S POV

Obviously I'm not gonna take the route.

I'm fucking Craig Tucker, I do what I want.

I decided to just spice it up a bit and took the long way.

I whistle a song and pull out the list of deliveries.

1) The Stoley's
2) The Cartman's
3) Mr. Garrison's
4) The Stevens
5) The Black's...

HEY THAT'S TOKEN'S HOUSE!

And the list goes on and on, with their addresses of course.

I arrived at the Stoley's and knocked on the door.

I was expecting an adult but of course Kevin appears with his Star Trek gear on.

So weird.

"Hey Craig," he says.

"Sup," I say and throw the package and surprisingly, he catches it.

"Wow you have hands," I compliment.

"Yeah," he says looking down, "I tried out for your position but sadly I didn't make it."

My eyes widen, He really did try out.

"Oh. I'm sorry that dick Clyde took your opportunity," I roll my eyes thinking of his name.

"Nah it's fine," He assures, "...wait dick? Aren't you two like best friends?"

"Well not at the moment obviously," I say a little mean but then I realized how mean that sounded and apologized.

"It's 'kay," He shrugs.

I realized how long I was taking and then told him I had to leave and went to the next house.

I continued my deliveries and finally finished.

I looked at the time, it was six o'clock.

Fuck, I was suppose to be back by then.

I looked at my phone, sixteen missed calls from Tweek.

ALL IN 5 MINUTES.

He obviously doesn't have any friends.

I call back and he answers within the first ring, "W-WHERE ARE Y-YOU? I'M W-WORRIED SICK!"

"Chill, dude," I say calming him down, "I just finished my last delivery. I'm heading back now."

"O-Okay...Okay," He breathes and I hang up.

I look up and it's dark.

All the street lights were on.

I decided to obviously walk forward and keep going forward, hoping that I would reach somewhere. But I don't.

"STARK'S POND?!" I say.

That's all the way across fucking town.

"You've got to be kidding me," I breathe.

It's so cold, I could see the frost right before me.

I shiver and turn around.

This is going to take forever.

TWEEK'S POV

It's been twenty minutes and Craig still isn't back.

He took the route, right?

He probably didn't because he'd be back by now...

Jesus he never listens.

I put on my coat and run upstairs.

"Oh, hun where are you going?" My mom says.

"T-To get Craig. H-He's lost..."

"Oh alright," she says, "Be careful! It's cold out there," she says.

I just nod my head and walk out.

The wind slaps me in the face with its coldness.

"J-Jeez, Craig."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I have finals this week :(

So I'm sorry this is kinda short.

Next chapter will be longer I promiseeeeee

Do you have finals this week?

-Brooke