"Boyfrenemies"

thirty eight

TWEEK'S POV

"I think there's something we should talk about," My Mom says looking at me.

Anxiety starts creeping up on me and I want to cry.

I'm not gay.

I'm not gay.

I'm not--

Tears start coming down and I cover my mouth with my shaky hand.

"Oh my goodness," My Mom cries looking back at my Dad who just stands there doing nothing.

"If you don't wanna talk about this, Tweek--"

"I'm n-not gay!"

"You don't have to pretend like you're not, I know you are," My Dad says trying to comfort me but it isn't helping at all.

My Mom just keeps brushing my hair out of the way and putting it behind my ear.

"I-I don't k-know what I a-am, okay?" I spit out.

"Be who you wanna be," My Mom assures me, "We'll be behind every step encouraging you."

My eyes widen.

I was not expecting that.

I look at my Dad who is just as surprised.

"What? I want what's best for you," My Mom says and then suddenly frowns and looks back at my Dad.

"If you want what's best for him Ann he needs to stay," My Dad says crossing my arms.

She looks back at me as I wipe my tears, "I just -- I don't know. My instincts--"

"Oh who cares about your damn instincts, Ann! For christ's sake!" My Dad says throwing his arms in the air.

"My instincts are usually right, Richard! Don't you dare go there!" My Mom says getting up and facing my Dad.

"S-Stop," I mumble but is not loud enough to be heard.

"You always think you're right! Like only your instincts are always on top but I feel like mine are this time--"

"A woman is always right!"

"S-Stop," I say a little louder and they still can't hear.

"S-STOP!" I yell and they finally hear and stop arguing.

"Y-You're acting like m-middle schoolers," I say gulping.

They both turn giving me their undivided attention.

"C-Can I just h-have some time a-alone so I c-can just think a-about...all of t-this?"

They both nod and walk downstairs.

I walk to my room and close my door and fall on my bed.

In some way I feel more lighter...

And a little happier...

"S-So this is h-how it f-feels to finally a-admit it."

CRAIG'S POV

We were all in my room waiting on Bebe to finally arrive.

"What if she bailed," Token says.

"Why would she do that?" I ask.

"Because she's a bitch like that," Red says.

"Okay true but I don't think she would like back stab us," I tell her.

"Do you even think she knows what backstabbing means?" Token says playing with a Rubik's Cube.

"Probably not," Red laughs.

She enters about five minutes later.

"SO," I say jumping up, "Where's the recording?!"

"I didn't exactly get it," Bebe says.

I just stare at her.

I can't scream at her and I can't throw her against the wall.

Even though I want to.

"Then what did you do?" I say gritting my teeth.

"Well, I know where he keeps the CD," Bebe says.

"OH THAT'S GOOD," Token says.

"He keeps it right by his computer," Bebe says.

"Write that down -- write that down!" I tell Red and she does.

"Maybe if Token steals it..." Bebe says.

"AHHH genius!"

"No not genius! I'm not a criminal," Token says.

"Well, technically wouldn't it be our property if he recorded us or something?" I say.

"How the hell am I suppose to know?!" Token says.

"Just do it, Token it's the only chance we have," Red says.

"Jesus Christ," He says and then the room fell silent.

"Well, I guess we have some work to do."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

OOOO ACTION

I JUST SAW BATMAN V SUPERMAN AND IT WAS AMAZING OH MY GOD

I RECOMMEND IT 100%

FREAKING HENRY CAVILL IS HOT

-Brooke