The good the bad and the dirty

4~Tweek

Why is he here? why does he want to talk? how long was he there watching me? So many questions filled my head.
I turn the music down and lay on my bed. "So give me one reason why I shouldn't push you out the window" I say seriously. "Cos I'm your new room mate and that would be very unwelcoming." He replies sternly,
As he lays right next to me on my bed. Why would he do that? I don't know. He sighs " look" he begins.  "I know that we don't usually get along but we're going to have to try." I guess he's right this is going to be one hell of a month if we don't learn to at least get along a bit.
"Y-your right" I mumble.
"I'm always right" he says confidently.
"That wasn't the case I'n maths yesterday." I remark smugly with no stutter wow I'm really progressing.
"Oh shut up Tweek Freak."
"Whatever Craig Fucker" I reply.
We laugh then Craig turns his body to face me I do the same.
"So...... Frenemies" he asks "f-frenemies" I reply. We shake on it and just lay there our hands still together and our eyes searching each others. It's about 7pm now we've just been sitting in this position for about 10 minutes. what the fuck is going on.
This is so different but it feels right frenemies that has a nice ring to it. "this is so gay" I mutter.
"Since when was that a bad thing" Craig questions smirking.
I don't respond.
"I'm going to bring my stuff here now. Is that ok?"Asks Craig.
"Yeah sure"I reply.
He gets up and climbs over me.
"Don't worry I'll be back" he says happily in a sarcastic tone.
"I won't miss you" I answer.
He scoffs and goes back to his room. Why does he have to be so cocky? But then again I can be like that too in school.  School, I used to be a nobody there but then I changed. I started to stand up to myself, I started to control my spazy behaviour and act a bit more normal. My stutter is still a problem, it makes me look so weak I try to control it but it's so hard. I still drink coffee cos how the fuck could I live without coffee. The doctor says I shouldn't drink it because it makes my ADHD worse but I ain't listening to him. I still have paranoia but it's better than it was when I was younger so that's progress. But this thought pops into my head. "Since when was that a bad thing" could that mean something or am I over looking a harmless comment.
I'm so deep in thought that I don't notice Craig stumble through the window. Well not until he falls on top of me with a fucking Fortnite bag Jesus.
"Seriously, F-Fortnite" I say
"Oh shut up all because your trash at it" he returns.
"Again Craig get the f-f-fuck off of me" I snap in a not so threatening voice.
"Shit" I mutter can't believe I stuttered this is why I hate my voice.
"No" he answers.
"What do you mean No?"
"I won't get off you until......."
What the fuck could he want just get the fuck off me god damnit.
"Until you stop trying to hold back that stutter" he says conclusively.
"W-what no its i-it's embarrassing. I say without being able to control the stutter. Damn it.
"No it's not it's cute " he states
I can feel my face burning. He thinks my stutter is cute? The fuck is wrong with him.
"F-fine then but only when w-we're  alone."
"Also never clip your hair back" he says while briefly running a finger through my hair.
"F-Fine then you weirdo"
He smiles devilishly and slides off of me starting to unpack his stuff. He has his phone, duvet sheets, clothes stuff like that the normal teenage boy essentials. He leaves a few stuff in his bag I don't know what and I really don't want to know. Probably some play boy magazines just as a wild guess.
"You sure do love music don't you"
He comments whilst looking at my instruments, then back to me.
"Y-yeah..... I g-guess you could say that"
I reply without holding my stutter back. It feels so strange especially in front of Craig but it's him who wants me to. I could have sworn that he just said that to make me speak what an ass hole.
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