"No."
Tweek's face fell. "What? Come on!" He got up from his seat and walked around the table, squatting next to Craig's seat with another pleading look. "It would be fun~" His words being singsonged out to try and convince the stubborn boy.
"I think I remember you saying 'no one wants to see the student council awkwardly sponge down a car'." Craig then poked Tweek's nose with his pencil. "You, can have plenty of fun there with Romeo and the rest of the get-along-bunch."
Tweek groaned and stood up, looking down at Craig with a glare. "I help you everyday and you can't do this one thing for me?"
"That's different, you signed up for this." Craig flipped over the sheet he was working on and rolled his eyes at the fifty other questions on the back. "I didn't sign up to wash cars for people."
Tweek crossed his arms. "Now you're just being a dick." He stayed standing and glowering at Craig, hoping his stare was enough to convince him; it's worked before. "Why don't you want to?"
"For the exact reason you said last week. It's awkward." Craig frowned as he looked at the third question, he wasn't quite sure what it was asking for. "I don't wanna be shirtless and sponge things down with people I don't know."
Tweek scoffed. "Sounds like a regular night for you."
"Hey, we both know I'm dating someone now." Craig winked and watched Tweek's face for a smile at the small quip and got nothing, he was staring back with a displeased scowl. "I'm not doing it."
Tweek then put his hands up in defeat, his scowl dropping as he turned to his seat. "Fine."
"Great, now that that conversation is over. I don't understand question number-"
"Oh I'm sorry." Tweek let out a small laugh. "Are you asking me for my help?"
Craig's face fell.
Shit.
"Tweek, don't be like this. I told you, I just-"
Tweek then hummed to himself, his pointer finger going against his chin in mock thought. "I know you couldn't be after you just refused to help me."
"Tweek-"
"You know what? You're right." Tweek then reached into his bag and pulled out his phone. "Now would be a good time to learn a Tik Tok dance." He then gave a cutesy smile and a shrug of the shoulders to Craig, getting up from his chair to walk out the room. "Have fun figuring out what a colloquialism is without me!"
The door promptly opened then shut, leaving Craig alone with his work. He groaned and let his head fall on his work. "I don't even get to watch."
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This might be idiotic, this might be a futile attempt at help, this might cause him to end up in a worse spot than he was in before, but he was desperate for someone to help him with his homework at this point... but not desperate enough to ask his mom.
Craig had his hood up and the strings tightened to further hide his face, not wanting to catch the attention of any familiar faces from the bar fight the other night. He didn't need to get beat up when he's just trying to get his English homework done.
He gave a quick look around the area in front of Skeeter's, seeing the coast was clear and walked in.
He was lucky to see there were no familiar faces in the bar today, but there were some equally strange characters. All of the men were wearing overalls and varying colors of Khakis with full pockets. A large portion of them also wearing large sun hats.
