Teenage Dirtbag -South Park Creek

Sad boi

[Craigs P.o.V]    AN:this one is a little longer than my recent ones but ngl I'm kinda proud of myself 

I sat in my room. Just on my bed,  staring at the wall. Not particularly thinking about anything. Just drowning in self pity. God I hate being like this, I hate being sad, I hate feeling sorry for myself. I need to get a grip.

There was a knock on my door.

"It's unlocked" I said. 

My dad walked in, pushing trash away with his feet "Hey craig, today is the last day of school and your mom wants you to go" 

"Nah" 

"C'mon Bud"

"I already took all my exams and tests and stuff why should I?"

"Don't you want to see your friends?"

I cringed inside. I couldn't look them in the eyes again. Not after they all saw me cry. Plus, they'd all take pity on me and try to baby me. Which is not what I need.

"Not really"

My dad sat on the bed next to me. "When did you go to bed last night" he said while looking at my eye bags

"I didn't." 

He sighed and there was a long pause before he spoke up again 

"You know you can tell me anything right?"

I didn't. I did not know that actually. Adults say that all the time 'you can tell me anything' but I can't. They say that but they don't mean it.  I can't tell my parents almost anything. Anything important anyway. Not only cause I hate talking to them (and talking in general)  but also they would probably flip their shit or they wouldn't care. 

"Yeah"

"Then tell me what's going on. You haven't gone to school in three days, this isn't like you"

I rolled my eyes and decided to finally spill

"Kenny cheated on me." I said blankly 

He didn't say anything for  while, he just looked at me. He looked confused. Maybe he didn't know what to say. 

"Is there anything... I could do? Anything I could get you? ... wanna talk about it?"

I smiled. He's hates talking about feelings, he's just like me.

"No I'm good"

"Well can you take Tricia to school?"  He asked "she missed the bus"

"Fine" I replied "but I'm not gonna get out of my pjs"

"Okay Craig" he said softly 

[time skip]

"Have fun loser" I tell Tricia 

"You aren't coming?"

"Dude" I say gesturing my outfit "look at what I'm wearing. Does it look like I'm coming?" 

"Whatever nerd" she said hopping out

Once she walks away I drive off. I feel really gross in my pajamas. I'm gonna change. I haven't in like four days.

I get home and immediately fall onto the couch. I groan loud, knowing i have the house all to myself. Once I'm done being lazy I go upstairs and get into clean clothes. Then I go back downstairs and watch tv. Just judge Judy cause red racers isn't on for some weird reason.

Like two hours pass and I'm man spreading alllll over the couch. And when I saw that I mean I'm laying down, legs all the way out, my arms to maximum wingspan. The whole nine yards.

I hear the doorbell ring. Which is strange. I do not have  a doorbell. 

I get up and answer the door. It's jimmy and Clyde. Fantastic.

"Heeeyyyy buuuddyyyy" clyde said. 

"I'm not deaf you don't have to sound anything out"

"Oh, sorry" he told me while hanging his head down

"Where's token?" I asked 

"Basketball  p-p...p-practice"

I mouthed the word 'ah'

Tweek peaked out from behind jimmy and Clyde while holding a box of donuts. I don't know how I didn't see him, he must have been bent over. He's really tall. He's the second tallest in our group.

Tweek held the boxes out awkwardly. "Here" 

I smiled and thanked them then I told them to come in. They all sat down on the couch and I sat on the floor. There was enough room, but I'm just gay. We all ate donuts and played video games. It was nice. It was the happiest I've been in a week. 

"S-S.... S-So Craig," jimmy called trying to get my attention "how you been h-.... h-holdin up?"

"Fine." I lied, still having my eyes fixed on the screen

"You sure bro?" Clyde put his hand on my shoulder. 

"YYYYEes" I groaned. 

I heard Tweeks muffled voice upstairs. I think he yelled 'oh my god'

Clyde jumped off the couch and ran into my room. 

"Hey, HEY"  he just ran in my room without my permission! I ran up the stairs too with jimmy calmly walking behind me. 

I walked in to see what was going on

"I was going in here to get a charger cause my phone died!" Tweek Said 

"Okay so why did you yell?" I asked 

He just angrily gestured the floor.

"This is the messiest I've ever seen your room dude" clyde told me

"I-I-it's a  pig s-s-st-stein!" Jimmy.

I walked back and put my hands up in defense. "Okay," I Said "in my defense! I did just go through a break up, and I haven't left my room for a couple of days."

They all looked around 

"This... seems unhealthy" Tweek said picking up a waded tissue.

"Yeah broski we gotta clean your room" clyde 

"Don't you fuckin touch anything!" I protested "it's fine!"

They're touching all my shit! What the fuck is this! Tweeks room was super messy last time I saw it! Way messier than this! 

"What the hell?!" I yelled to no one in particular, just to god I guess.

"There's t-tissues everywhere" jimmy said

"I cried a lot for obvious reasons!" 

I tried to stop Tweek from sniffing  inside a cup but it was to late "EWW is this piss!?"

"I told you I didn't leave my room for a week!"

"The bathroom is right across the hall!"

I shrugged. Mans gotta do what a mans gotta do. And that's piss in a gatorade bottle at 5am when he's to lazy to go pee in an actual toilet.