Without you (Creek Bunny Style)

Chapter 2. Friends

Craig POV

Several years have past since I first met Tweek. We are still best friends. He is the only person who will watch Red Racer with me. But Kenny McCormick has become a close second. I trust him with all my secrets. It's not that I didn't trust Tweek, I just didn't want to add to his stress. He was always so worried about everything that I couldn't bring myself to making it worse by asking him to keep any secrets. Besides, Kenny and I liked a lot of the same things! The same bands, the same movies and TV shows, except Red Racer, and most importantly, we both liked to smoke weed. We would go to parties and smoke all night long! My parents caught me a few times and they would ground me for a little while. I wouldn't be allowed to have any company over, except for Tweek. So it never really felt like much of a punishment. They thought he was a good influence on me and hoped he would set me straight.

I still waited for Tweek every morning at his house and we would walk to school together. He could have started taking the bus again a long time ago, but he said he really enjoyed our walks together, so I never rode the bus either. He got a ride every day after school to his parent's coffee shop though since he started working there in the afternoons. It's probably why I started hanging around Kenny in the first place. I didn't have him around to keep me company all the time.

He hated it when I smoked weed though. After any night of smoking, he would always know. No matter how much I washed and scrubbed, he could still smell it on me. I swear that boy can smell ANYTHING. I once tried on cologne and he said he couldn't stand near me because of how strong it was to him and it made him dizzy. I thought that if he would just try it though, he would get use to the smell and not notice it anymore, so I offered him some once.. He didn't talk to me for a week. I thought he would get over it pretty fast, but I ended up apologizing to him first. It made me sad when Tweek didn't talk to me. I don't know what it is about him, but I just want to be around him all the time. I promised him I wouldn't bring it up again. He accepted my apology and started talking to me again. I didn't want to lose him, we had been through too much together.

It was the first day of our senior school year and Stan was throwing one of his killer parties. It was all anyone could talk. I really wanted to get Tweek to go so I could hang out with him. I haven't gotten to see him much all summer since he worked at his parent's coffee shop. I visited him there now and then over the summer, but I always felt like a distraction to him. I didn't want to get him in any trouble, so I never stayed too long. I sent him a text saying ''Hey Tweek! Stan is throwing a party to celebrate the start of the new school year! Wanna go with me? Please say you will!'' I put my phone back in my pocket. It was only second period and Tweek never texted during class. He really was a good kid. Maybe that was why I always preferred to spend my time around him than with any of the girls who would ask me out. I felt like they would just take away what little time I did get to see him. 'Why do I prefer spending so much time with him than getting a girlfriend..?' he started to wonder.

Tweek POV

The Bell rang and second period was finally over. I pulled out my phone and saw I had a text from Craig asking me if I wanted to go to Stan's party. I never liked going to parties. They were always too crowded and loud. And everyone would drink too much.. or worse, smoke weed.. I hated it when Craig smoked. I didn't care really about 'what' he was doing, more about how it made him smell. I tried explaining to him once that since I drink so much coffee, I could smell anything, no matter how faint, from a mile away. Coffee clears your sinuses really well. That's why I never wore anything with any scent to it.

I had to work anyways, so there was no way I could go. I just replied ''Can't, got work'' and figured that would be the end of it. But not even a minute later, my phone was buzzing with a text from Craig. ''Pretty Please!? I really want to hang out. I barely saw you all summer. I miss you Tweekers!''