It had been a few weeks after Wendy had punched Craig though his nose and eyes were still a light crimson, purple color that had Tweek wondering her true strength. He made a mental note never to get on Wendy's bad side, though he quickly scratched it out because she would never hurt him. No matter what they had been through she had not once hit, or threaten him. Sure he hadn't said something like Craig had but he was no angel either, they've had their fair share of fights because of him. Now that he thought about it, he was to blame for at least ninety percent of their fights, and she was usually the one to apologize or make things better between them. It was no wonder she was his only friend but now he wondered how he even had her to begin with.
Tweek was lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice how psychotic he looked just staring inside his locker, until Wendy came up to him and asked him if he was alright.
"Huh, oh, no, yeah," he cleared his throat, putting his books for tomorrow's use, closed his locker door and turned to look at her," I'm fine, why do you ask?"
"Cut the shit, D.T.," she huffed," how long have I known you?"
"About twelve years," he answered shyly," and I've asked you not to use that stupid nickname."
"Fine I won't use it. But it isn't stupid, it's not my fault your first and last name start with a 't'. Anyway, Twelve. Fucking. Years," she all but screamed, while emphasizing her point by pocking him rather hard on his sternum as she spoke each word, "so now that we have my qualifications out of the way, are you going to tell me what's wrong," she asked still pocking him in the same spot but with less force. Though it still hurt from the previous assault it had taken.
"I will if you stop fucking pocking me," he said stopping the repetitive motion of her hand. "I just feel like a dick because I finally realized how much of a crappy friend I am," Tweek finished bringing her hand down and encasing it between both of his, tracing gentle motions on the back it. He was so close to crying, he felt so pathetic and worthless he could no longer look at Wendy. Instead he looked down at her tiny hand, her black painted nails missing nail polish because she had bitten down to the very stub and scratched off some.
"You stupid fucker, how can you say that? I know you're not the easiest person to handle but then again neither am I. I love you Tweek and I would do anything for you, and I know for a fucking fact that you feel the same," she choked out, the knot on her throat unbearably tight, but Wendy didn't cry. She never cried. Tweek simply nodded his head. Of course he loved her and would do anything for her, hands down.
"Then why the fuck would you say you're a crappy friend? Did someone say something to you because if they did I swear-
"N-no, I just feel like a dick because you're so nice to me that I just wonder what in the ever-loving-fuck I did to deserve you," he said and placed a kiss to her hand.
It was easy to see why people still thought they were together but it was just that they loved each other. In the time they knew each other they were all they had, and no person or thing had ever come between them. And it never would.
"You are not a dick, okay, you are super nice and my best friend, so leave that name to people like, oh I don't know, Craig," she said finishing with a deep scowl at the mention of him, " Craig's a dick."
"He has a big dick," Tweek stated before he could even process what he had just said.
"W-And how do you know," she questioned, sure she hated Craig for being a complete and absolute asshole but she couldn't help but wonder how Tweek knew about the size of his package.
Tweek went red at the lack of his brain-to-mouth filter and simply shrugged, but he knew Wendy wouldn't let him off that easy. She narrowed her eyes as if confirming his previous thought," Okay so maybe, and I'm saying maybe, I accidentally looked over at him while we were changing in the locker room."
"How accidental was this accident and didn't he have any boxers or underwear?"
"I swear it was an accident and um no, no he didn't, it was pretty massive," Tweek replied his cheek turning a darker shade.
"Wow, it seems like you have your eye on the price, huh," she joked to which he gently slapped her arm. "Well it's not like it matters, just 'cause he has a big dick doesn't mean he can act like one."
"He's not a dick," Tweek defended Craig, Wendy raised her eyebrow questioningly, "okay maybe he's a dick," surprisingly her eyebrow went further up, " fine, he's a dick but God what I would do for his dick."
"Jesus Christ Tweek, you really need to get laid," her eyes almost bulging out as much as Tweek's obvious semi," Let's just get you home so you can look up someone that looks like Craig on PornHub, okay?"
"Shut up," Tweek mumbled his voice sounding a bit irritated but if he was honest with himself that was exactly what was going to happen once he got home.
Hi ya'll. I know my life has been hectic yet boring but it's been a bit better lately and I guess that's I got some ideas for this thing, whatever it is.
"maybe I am blind to all of the signs that the world never wanted me"
xxbecca
