The good the bad and the dirty

2~Tweek

I've known Craig for my whole life but no we aren't friends.

Some might see us as I dunno frienimies or something but no we're enemies, wait no a better word would be rivals yes.

I would say we are rivals and duel for the victory of being the most savage, coolest boy in school.

I mean sure we hang out at lunch and recess but it's only because we annoyingly have the same friend group and we do make a good team if I'm being honest.

We live right next to each other and our bedrooms are parallel to one another which is fucking annoying god is fucking evil.
If I wanted to I could climb the tree in between our rooms and sneak in to beat him up, but I sure as hell ain't that mean..........well I am but still.

We started fighting like we do because of a dumb fatass called Cartman telling Craig I'd challenged him to fight and talked shit about him.

What a retard, actually believing Cartman like seriously, but I do like having Craig around for some reason. Even if it's in a What my parents would call 'negative way'.

They don't know that I get into fights, in fact they are actually fond of Craig it's a wonder how they don't pay attention to my school life.

In detention today I was thinking about what happened this morning.
I got the worst news ever and I could have sworn that I fainted.

My mom told me that our neighbours son aka Craig was staying here for two weeks.
Why?
I don't know and I honestly don't want to know.

There was a very sour cherry on this cake as well.

We don't have a spare room so he'll have to share with *gulp* me.

A part of me wanted to cry and just tear out my hair, another part of me wanted to freak out and scream. But these were nothing compared to the deepest thought the thought that I would enjoy the time we spend together.

Wait no we'll kill each other by the end of this I just know it.
But then there was that voice saying you'll bond and create a friendship or something mor.... no.

Ugh curse you damn teen hormones. "Oh f-fuckin hell."
Oops did I say  that out loud? Yep I did, that was confirmed by being sent out of the detention.

I sat infront of a locker holding my knees and wresting my head in them. I felt myself spazzing out just like when I was younger. Back then it would help me to fight Craig it was just calming.

Well either that or just he in general calmed me down. Nah that's highly unlikely. My hand going through his hair pulling violently, him punching my small arms and the two of us being sent to principle Victoria, those were the days.

Someone nudges me and I find myself briefly gazing into a pair of deep blue pools. There's only one person who's eyes are so...so... piercing.

Craig's.

I look away quickly feeling a blush on my face its probably the annoyance I feel seeing him.

"The fuck do you want"
I mumble without looking at him. He doesn't answer for a while then says that he wanted to know if i was OK.

Why would he care?

I guess its kinda nice to know that he at least cares a bit. But wait does he not know, wow he seems clueless. 

"What?.....Wait your parents haven't told you have they?" I ask. Craig's face says it all he doesn't know i laugh at this and grin at him.

I wont tell him.

I'll wait to see the reaction when he finds out himself. 
"Well your in for quite the surprise aren't you" I say while getting up, my laughter increasing. I strut towards the door seductively I know he's staring I can feel it, what a perv.

I make my way towards the exit and tell Craig to give Mackey a message before leaving.

On the way home I think about stuff but the main thought that always appears in my mind is Craig. I don't get why its probably just about how much i hate him but then those images of his jet black hair, devilish smile and those eyes those fucking eyes come to mind......It makes me wonder do i really hate him that much?

I'm sure that I could consider him as a friend of some sort?

No.

I like things the way they are but the question is, Why?
I honestly don't know. I just hate the way his eyes sparkle and his lips call out as if asking to be stared at.

When I get home I stomp up the stairs and into my room only to find a mattress has been set next to my bed what? I thought he was coming here tomorrow not today.

"MOM" I yell at the top of my lungs.

I hear her run up the stairs, she opens the door to my room.

"What is it?, is there something wrong?". 
"Why have you already set up Craig's mattress?" I ask.
"oh its just so that we're prepared for his stay."
"oh OK" I breath a sigh of relief.

She walks out of my room and leaves me alone. I have to clean some stuff out. Today is Friday and he is coming tomorrow at 12pm I think.

I put on my music player listening to my favourite disc on full blast it's of course P!ATD the death of a bachelor.

So first i have to take down that poster of FOB it just makes me look pathetic.

I debate if i should keep up my panic at the disco posters along with the Melanie Martinez ones I have.

I am not taking down my MCR ones.

Then I come to an agreement.

I ain't taking down my posters.

Hell no.

Just cos Craig Fucker is sleeping here dont mean i'm changing my room.
All I do is hide away some of the toys I have, then I lay on my bed and enjoy the music.

After a while I cant help myself and begin to sing loudly almost overpowering the music, "All you sinners stand up sing hallelujah show praise with your body stand up sing hallelujah and if you cant stop shaking lean back let it move right through ya."

Singing has always calmed me down when I'm stressed, I love the way music just flows through my body.

So calming.

Very few people know this but I'm what you would call a piano prodigy along with playing the guitar and singing.

I have a drum kit but I never really bother playing it since Ive  never understood how the beats make sense. Basically I'm a music nerd but I never show anyone that side of me.

So you better shut your mouths.
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