I’ve been spending most of my time with Craig, now that Kenny and Tweek are constantly together. Craig and I were sitting on my bed while he was smoking another cigarette. Bebe’s parents went on another vacation and trusted their daughter.
“I don’t want to see those people, even if it’s to get fucking smashed. I’m not feeling great.” Craig drawled as he blew smoke from his mouth.
I shook my head in agreement. The rumor mill around school is that literally everyone at South Park High was going. Kenny even talked Tweek into it. Being the head cheerleader and unspoken queen of the school, everyone flocked towards her.
“Why doesn’t Kenny just give us the beer?” Craig thought aloud. “He has all that money suddenly and slides right up to Bebe…” …show more content…
He quickly dialed the phone number. “Hello Mrs. Tweak? This is Craig, Tweek’s fine, he just fell asleep and I know he has trouble sleeping.” Craig laughed. It was pleasant and unexpected since this night was turning out to be terrible. “I’ll make sure he gets home safe tomorrow. You’re welcome, goodbye.”
“I didn’t know that you could play nice.” I chided.
“Fuck off, Mrs. Tweak is really cool.” Craig pouted. Both of our phones buzzed at the same time. It was Kenny. The text read ‘the cops raided the party, like about of a hundred of us got arrested.’ He ended the text with a tongue out …show more content…
I sighed. “His parents will probably just have to come get him.”
Craig frowned not liking that solution. “There’s nothing we can really do, can we?”
I nodded defeated. “You should take some cold medicine.” I prodded him, he sounded awful and he could not be out of commission for a few days.
“Why?” He crossed his arms, stubborn as ever.
“You’re sick, just come down with me, asshole.” Craig shockingly obliged and we went back down to the kitchen, where my dad was ordering food, he waved at us.
“Can you swallow a pill?” I asked as I handed him some Motrin.
“What kind of question is that?” He accepted and put the medicine into his mouth.
We walked back up to an unconscious Tweek, Craig and I decided to end the night by watching one of his weird foreign films that he enjoys. “It’s called Midnight Sun, I’d think you’d like it.” Craig streamed the Japanese movie through his laptop. Craig seem annoyed when halfway into the movie that food arrived. I hadn’t eaten anything yet, pizza became greatly appreciated.
After the movie ended, god did it make me tear up. I looked to Craig who had a stone face while closing the tab after the credits rolled. “Did you like it?” He
“I don’t want to see those people, even if it’s to get fucking smashed. I’m not feeling great.” Craig drawled as he blew smoke from his mouth.
I shook my head in agreement. The rumor mill around school is that literally everyone at South Park High was going. Kenny even talked Tweek into it. Being the head cheerleader and unspoken queen of the school, everyone flocked towards her.
“Why doesn’t Kenny just give us the beer?” Craig thought aloud. “He has all that money suddenly and slides right up to Bebe…” …show more content…
He quickly dialed the phone number. “Hello Mrs. Tweak? This is Craig, Tweek’s fine, he just fell asleep and I know he has trouble sleeping.” Craig laughed. It was pleasant and unexpected since this night was turning out to be terrible. “I’ll make sure he gets home safe tomorrow. You’re welcome, goodbye.”
“I didn’t know that you could play nice.” I chided.
“Fuck off, Mrs. Tweak is really cool.” Craig pouted. Both of our phones buzzed at the same time. It was Kenny. The text read ‘the cops raided the party, like about of a hundred of us got arrested.’ He ended the text with a tongue out …show more content…
I sighed. “His parents will probably just have to come get him.”
Craig frowned not liking that solution. “There’s nothing we can really do, can we?”
I nodded defeated. “You should take some cold medicine.” I prodded him, he sounded awful and he could not be out of commission for a few days.
“Why?” He crossed his arms, stubborn as ever.
“You’re sick, just come down with me, asshole.” Craig shockingly obliged and we went back down to the kitchen, where my dad was ordering food, he waved at us.
“Can you swallow a pill?” I asked as I handed him some Motrin.
“What kind of question is that?” He accepted and put the medicine into his mouth.
We walked back up to an unconscious Tweek, Craig and I decided to end the night by watching one of his weird foreign films that he enjoys. “It’s called Midnight Sun, I’d think you’d like it.” Craig streamed the Japanese movie through his laptop. Craig seem annoyed when halfway into the movie that food arrived. I hadn’t eaten anything yet, pizza became greatly appreciated.
After the movie ended, god did it make me tear up. I looked to Craig who had a stone face while closing the tab after the credits rolled. “Did you like it?” He