"What the hell are you talking about, man? Don't you see that orange looks horrible with blue? If you'd just listen to me for one second-- we wouldn't have this horribly ugly,ugly—thing! Oh my god, Craig, you have to be kidding me..."
I groan, rolling my eyes. I should be used to this by now and I guess I am. But the added little features seems to piss off the offending teammate.. He musters up the nastiest glare he can and throws it at me with those oddly colored eyes. If it was anyone else they would flinch, but it wasn't. This was me. Craig Tucker.
And the skinny little bitch I'm fighting with?
Oh, thats the towns freak, Tweek. Who somehow got paired up with me for this project.
Now, don't get the situation wrong. Tweek wasn't my enemy. He wasn't someone I hated—but he also wasn't someone I respected or agreed with very often. Somehow we found a way to jump out of our seats in the middle of class and scream at each other, yelling obscenities and defending our opinion on the topic at hand. You wouldn't think of him as the type of kid to defend anything. But oh, no, that kid can yell and he can yell well.
"Who gives a fuck? Isn't Orange and Blue supposed to be like, team colors? Because They're opposite? It looks nice, and if worse comes to worse, we'll just say we were thinking of the Denver Broncos."
He continues glaring at me and picks up the oddly colored egg. Just like in elementary school, we had to do a project involving taking care of an egg as if it was our child. Except this time it was for Home Economics.
"Whatever, Craig. Just don't expect me to be the one to carry this thing around at school," He turn the egg over and gingerly runs his finger over the plastic surface of the eggs googley eye. He seemed to actually care about the goddamn thing. Like Wendy did with her project in the fourth grade. This kid is a fucking freak. But at least I know we'd get a good project grade.
I sit back down in my chair. Mychair. The one on my front lawn that the little spastic freak was sitting in before hand. Ha! Now he has no where to sit.
But he doesn't seem to care and takes a nice seat on the grass below him. His gaze is still directed down at the egg and his legs are crossed pretzel style.
Any complete stranger that didn't go to our school or didn't live in our town would think we were friends. And for some reason that bugged me. I didn't want to be considered Tweek's friend. But I didn't want to be considered an enemy either. What we were as far as relationships go, I didn't know.
I rest my head in the palm of my hands and continue staring at the twitchy blond on the floor.
The thing that seriously bothered me was that Tweek wasn't ugly. He wasn't ugly at all. I wouldn't say hes handsome though. He has a more feminine type features and I've always noticed that since the time we were in the hospital together in third grade. He had one little beauty mark under his eye. And his eyes themselves were oddly colored. A greenish brown and in there own way they just made him prettier. His lips were plump and full and his blond hair was always a wreck. I remember always wanted to run my fingers through it to fix that unruly hair.
Oh, and his clothes. He always seemed to wear one green sweater. On the back of it was a cartoonish looking picture of a coffee mug—which in my eyes, was perfect because he was always sucking down a cup of coffee. I absolutely adored the baggy pants he wears and I never knew why. His looks and clothes may be the only thing I agree with him on. But I'm not oh so positive if he likes my attire or appearance.
Oh, my. I was oddly colored all over. Brown eyes, Dark brown hair, freckles. I curse my father for being a ginger. My sister was cursed with red hair but I got lucky. I got my grandmothers pretty dark brown hair—that can easily be mistaken for black. I often wore the color blue because, hell, it was my favorite color! And I loved to throw yellow in the mix.
See, I was weird when it came to colors. Thats why I choose blue and orange. Tweek just doesn't understand that though and its just another thing to argue about.
"Dude, its getting late," Out of no where the words fall out of his mouth and I suddenly notice that its dark out. I look to my house which has the front door open, and then I look back to the person talking to me.
"Then go home." I State, blankly. He rolls his eyes, and lifts himself up. He seems to brush of the grass and dirt off of himself. And shoves the egg to my chest.
"You take it tonight, I have to work."
And with that he begins to make his way off my front lawn and onto the sidewalk. He goes back to his life and its time to go back to mine.
I let out a sigh, and I can see my breathe. It is late. And I guess its time to start to head in.
I look down at the egg and its odd colors. Blue and Orange were opposites. Just like Tweek and I.
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