Tweek's POV
It's closing time and that asshole isn't here yet. I take another look on my phone. Still nothing. It's 10 pm already and I just finished cleaning up the cafè. I take the keys and lock the front door.
I go to the POS and print out the daily sale report before I close it. Then I punch in the tips into the credit card machine, print the details, and settle it. I look at the total sale... It's not bad. Business's been fine... I'm happy with that.
I make my way to the back door. I look around to make sure I didn't forget anything. I turn off the lights and go to the office. I take off my apron, hang it, grab my hoodie and my keys. I lock the office and the storage unit. I take out my phone and open the app I use to look at the security cameras. Everything is set. I can go home.
I am not waiting for him. He's probably busy. Guess too busy to let me know that he's not coming.
I walk out the back door and lock it. I make my way to my Toyota Camry. I get inside and start the car. Time to go home.
No. Actually. I'm not gonna go home. There's somewhere I want to go to. There's only one explanation to why he didn't text me.
Craig's POV
This is too much. I want to go home. I can't wait to finish inputting all these data and leave. I can't be the first one to leave. Everyone is working their asses off. It's been a total lock down. When it gets like that we are not allow to get distracted. In fact we all have to put our phones in a safe where it will unlock at a specific time.
"Alright. Good job team! Let's call it a day" my boss says with a cheerful yet tired voice. We are all tired. Mentally drained. "Come and get your phones!"
I wait until everyone get theirs... I don't like to wait in line... Plus it gives me some time to catch my breath.
My head hurts. I think I might have a migraine... Ugh... I wanna go home.
I finally get my phone and look at the time. Oh fuck. It's 1030pm. I couldn't make it. I don't see any text from that spaz so I'm guessing he is...
.... Pissed off.
Great.
Now what do I do?
Ugh. Fuck it. I'm gonna go home and deal with it after I take a nice and relaxing shower.
Tweek's POV
I park my car into the lot. I turn it off and grab the bags. I get out and walk toward the apartment building. I take out the card key and press it onto the scanner. I go inside and call the elevator. I use the same card and place it in front of the scanner where I makes a "beep beep" sound, causing the elevator's door to shut. The door reopen again once it takes me to the assigned destination. I walk to apartment number 13. Scan the key card over the reader to unlock the door.
Ugh. Craig. You're place is a fucking mess... Seriously.
It's not that bad but he should really tidy the place up... I set down bag with take out on the kitchen counter. Before I start setting up the table I should clean this place up a bit.
I start picking some stuff off the floor. I bring the used plate and mug on the coffee table then walk to the kitchen sink... I wonder when he'll be home.
Craig's POV
After 20 minutes drive I arrive to my apartment complex. It's now 11pm I pull into the residents garage and park my Nissan. I get out the car, lock it, and walk toward the door. I take out my key card and hover it against the scanner which made a "beep beep" sound. I walk through the door and do the same thing with the card but with the elevator.
YOU ARE READING
Craig x Tweek [ Chantaje - COMPLETED]
FanfictionChantaje means "blackmail" in Spanish Craig (25) has always been an asshole toward his childhood friend Tweek (25). Their constant bickering and pointless argument are the only things that keep them close. But later on... Tweek seems to have an uppe...