My Parent's Cafe (Creek)

Chapter 10

Tweek's POV

"I'm not so sure about this..." I bite my lip and then stop quickly, hoping he didn't notice.

He did. He leans in and takes my lips with his. But he doesn't bite. He pulls away. "It'll be fine, I'm sure."

I sigh, "Okay, but I-I don't want you to repeat anything you hear, o-okay?"

He laughs, "Alright, I promise."

I put my key in and turn it slowly. Then I pull the door open. "Mom?" I call into the kitchen.

"Yeah, sweetie?" She pokes her head out. Her eyes shoot to Craig and then to me and she smiles. "Who's this?"

"M-Mom, this is m-my friend C-Craig. GEH!" I twitch.

"RICHARD, come here!" Mom steps out and takes off her rubber gloves; I guess she was doing the dishes. She dries her hands on her apron. "Hi, it's nice to meet you, Craig." She holds her hand out to him.

He shakes it and my dad comes from the stairs. "Yeah?"

"Tweek brought home a friend." She tells him. Oh, god, I want to die! I grab my hair.

"Did he?" Dad walks over and I scream. "What's wrong, son?"

"NGH, I-I- GEH!"

"Nice to meet you, I'm Tweek's father." HE KNOWS THIS! WHY ARE YOU STATING THE OBVIOUS? AND DON'T IGNORE ME!

"I'm Craig."

"Oh, yeah, I see your dad at the bar on Fridays. How is he?"

"Fine."

"That's good." He nods.

"I'm so glad my little Tweekie is making friends, he's so antisocial and because of his twitching other kids think he's sort of weird, you know?" SHUT UP, MOM! GRA!

Craig chuckles. I try to glare at him but I'm too nervous and I'm twitching too much, "GEH!" So he just laughs at my effort.

"Oh yeah, but when he was little it was so much worse. Remember that time at school when that kid accidently shoved into him? He started crying because he touched him." My dad and mom laugh.

"GEH, Mom, Dad, p-please stop!"

"Is that so?" Craig ignores me, so my parents follow him and ignore me as well.

"GAH!"

"Yes, he did have a lot of problems in kindergarten." My mom nods. "He didn't really like to be around the other children."

"He got bullied for his twitching and he had a lot of melt downs." My dad finished.

"Oh." Craig looks at me. "Well, Tweek and I better get going, we have a lot of homework." He told them.

"Alright, dinner will be done in a few."

"Alright, come on, Tweek."

Craig's POV

He leads me up the stairs and to his room. Inside it's pretty plain. White walls and brown carpet, his bed has a big, fluffy green comforter and his desk matches, and then his closet it to the left of the door, it had wooden sliding doors and it's closed. His room's also very clean, but I expected that. There are three shelves on the wall and they hold pictures and random little objects.

I walk past him and flop down on his bed. It feels as soft as it looks. I sigh. Anyway, down to the point. "You were bullied in kindergarten?" I ask.

"GEH! Well, y-yeah. I've been bullied as long as I can remember. Well, when I was in f-fourth grade and hung out with Stan's group people didn't really m-mess with me. Except Cartman..."