Tweek hummed to himself as he finally took a seat in his chair, the student room welcoming him with its usual bore.
A place to let the worries of the day slip off of him and just sink into the hard plastic of the school's chairs. The clock on the wall had been stolen by a certain delinquent as a joke, initially Tweek was outraged, but these quiet moments without the faint ticking that usually seemed magnified by the bare room was bliss. As much as he hated on the room, it was good for sitting in with your eyes closed and letting time slip by.
"Maybe I could give us the day off." Tweek breathed to himself, stretching his arms forward with a smile. He was completely free to just be him for the day. Something that Tweek didn't know he wanted, but now that it was an option he desperately needed.
He had two substitutes. One of them had the class do a work sheet that went by fast enough while the other put on a movie about the art of bees and how they make honey. It was a beautiful film in his opinion-even though honey is just bee vomit-the deep and calm voiced man that explained the different parts of the honey process left Tweek feeling sleepy and happy. That could be the explanation for this suddenly relaxed mood. Or maybe it was the fact he didn't have any homework tonight, or that he had no tests or quizzes this week, the whole week seemed to be on track for it being good.
He'd been stressed since the day he walked into high school and every now and then he got a day to stop and smell the mediocre flowers that bloomed. Trust him, high school doesn't hold too many roses, but does hold some nice hibiscus flowers. The stressors of AP testing and the different scores he could get, the different scholarships he had to uphold for college, what he wanted to do with his future.
That was all gone right now.
He gave a soft sigh as he tilted his head back to further enjoy this moment to himself, completely and utterly to himself. Rolling his shoulders back and giving out yet another soft noise of peace.
"Ice cream." Tweek said, bringing his head back up. Reaching down to grab his phone from his bag and look up an ice cream shop nearby, walking sounded really nice right now. Just being outside sounded nice right now.
A sad fact about the hibiscus flower: they have very short bloom times.
They only last a day.
Or in Tweek's case, five minutes.
"Tweek!"
The tutor gasped at the sudden intrusion of Craig into the room. The loud presence knocking down the content palace walls he had built around him, falling apart like the sand castle it was. No words could describe the feeling of loss Tweek currently had, the sand of his castle washing up in mucky chucks of reality. Tweek feeling his moment leave as if it were an animal who had been frightened by the brash entrance of his delinquent.
Tweek gave a sigh, looking at the address for the ice cream place that had only been five minutes away. He turned off his phone and put it in his bag, looking up reluctantly at Craig. "Yeah?"
"Do you remember that history project that was due the 27th?" Craig rushed out, his heavy breathing signaling he wasted no time-giving mean looks to people down the hallway-getting here.
Tweek nodded, still secretly daydreaming about what he would have gotten from the shop. They had a mocha flavor with little chocolate dipped coffee beans in it, could have gotten that and maybe some whipped cream on top. Maybe even some chocolate sprinkles to make it look aesthetically pleasing. Could have made an insta post off it.
"Do you also remember that problem I have with my one's?" Craig asked knowing damn well he brought the problem on himself and he shouldn't be riddling Tweek with the struggle of a weeks worth of homework in one night.
