"Boyfrenemies"

twenty eight

TWEEK'S POV

I plopped on my bed once I got home and sighed.

I still couldn't get over that my only friend lied to me.

But the real question is, why do I care so much?

Most people with confidence would've just brushed it off but me, this is gonna haunt me 'til I die.

"W-Why me?" I say quietly to myself.

Next thing I know a boy with black hair and a blue hat barged in my door.

Craig.

"Get. O-Out," I say gritting my teeth.

"I KNOW WHY YOU'RE MAD -- IT'S BECAUSE YOU THINK I TOLD CLYDE! I DIDN'T--"

"S-Stop with your lies, C-Craig! I h-hate liars," I say rolling over trying not to look at his lying face.

"I HATE LIARS TOO! I'M NOT LYING! WHY WOULD I TELL CLYDE OF ALL PEOPLE -- THINK ABOUT IT TWEEK!"

"J-Just leave! I'm probably m-moving anyways..."

Craig's breathing slowed down and he just stared at me and quietly said, "What?"

"I-I'm leaving. I didn't w-want anyone to know. N-not even you, o-obviously."

His eyes widened, "But you can't leave! I know you probably hate me for no reason--"

"B-Bullshit no r-reason," I roll my eyes and he crosses his arms.

"For no reason...but I don't hate you, Tweek. You're like my best friend! I'm not letting you leave," He states.

"W-Why do you c-care so much?!"

"Because I care about you!" He raises his voice a little.

There was an awkward silence after that because I didn't know what to say.

No one has ever said that to me before.

"O-Oh," I say not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah, I'm not letting you leave. I'll prove to you that it wasn't me," He says and runs out of my bedroom.

Because I care about you!

My stomach felt all fluttery like last time and I wanted it to stop.

Because I care about you...

CRAIG'S POV

How the hell am I suppose to prove something that I didn't do?

I tried telling the truth and of course that didn't get me anywhere.

I'll just have to bust Clyde myself I guess, but it won't be easy because now Clyde has his stupid ass entourage.

"You have to help me," I say to Token over the phone.

"Dude, I'm not getting into this -- I hate drama!"

"I know you do but I don't want Tweek to move because of me, I'd probably feel guilty forever," I exclaim.

"Aw," Token says, "Cute."

"Stop," I stop him from saying other gay shit stuff, "Please Token! I'd do something for you if it was Nichole!"

"No you wouldn't," Token says and he's probably right but that's not the point.

"Okay I'd try," I say more reasonably.

"Fine and I'll 'try' to help you and Tweet--"

"Tweek," I correct him.

"Tweek, right," Token says and I thank him and hang up.

One person isn't gonna be enough.

Seconds later the doorbell rings and I run downstairs.

I open it and my cousin Red and my Uncle appear at the door.

Perfect.

"Hey cuz and fav uncle," I say.

"I'm your only cousin," She says.

"And I'm your only uncle," He says and steps through the door.

Right.

"BROTHER," My Dad comes in and greets his brother.

I turn to Red and the gears in my brain start turning.

"Do the girls still hate you at school?" I ask.

She nods slowly, "They're such bitches, I honestly don't know why I was friends with them."

"To be popular," I answer her question.

She rolls her eyes, "Well now I realize I don't have to be popular."

"Yeah because your cousin is popular," I smirk.

She playfully punches me in the arm, "What's your point Twinkle Toes?"

"I need you to help me bust Clyde and I have a feeling your little friend Bebe has something to do with it," I say.

"With what?" She asks.

"This is a secret...okay, Red? You can never tell anyone," I tell her and she slowly nods.

"Alright let's go to my room," I say and we both run upstairs.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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