My Pleasure
I rub my eyes and glance over at the alarm clock on my dresser. The big iridescent red numbers read 3:25 am. I groan and look at the small lump on my floor that is my best friend, Tweek Tweak. He's shivering inside his Terrance and Philip sleeping bag all curled up into a small ball. This is the third time his twitching has woken me up. Fuck, I know I should have just invited Clyde, even if I knew he'd just want to watch porn all night, at least I'd be able to get some fucking sleep.
"Tweek," I say groggily, reaching my arm down to grab my hat. I don't know why, but every time I wake up, I have to put on my hat. It's a stupid habit, but no matter what I always subconsciously do it.
"Augh! Craig? I'm sorry, did I wake you up oh Jesus don't hurt me!" he yells in the darkness. I roll my eyes and tug my hat on, squinting into the darkness.
I see him bolt upright with his bright blond hair glowing in the shadows. "What is it this time Tweekers?" I ask him, trying not to fall asleep in the middle of my sentence. I don't even have to ask, because the next thing that comes out of his mouth was totally expected.
"The gnomes!" he says, and I'm right again, "It's almost time for them to come!" I see a shaky finger point at the alarm clock. I groan again and run a hand through my black hair. I am so, so tired right now, but Tweek needs my help.
"How many times do I have to tell you Tweek? There. Are No. Gnomes." I say slowly. He twitches slightly and his hands flutter up to his hair. He pulls on it, which pisses me off. "Tweek…" I say. He screams. I glance at the clock again; it now reads 3:45 am. "See Tweek? It's past three thirty and they haven't come," I tell him. Then I roll over and go back to sleep. A few minutes later I hear heavy breathing near my ear. "Fuck," I groan turning over to see Tweek sitting on my bed watching me closely.
"Tweek, what the HELL are you doing?" I ask him angrily. I mean Christ, I love the guy, but he was practically tonguing my ear! You can't do that! At least not while I'm asleep.
He shivers, "I'm scared," he whispers. I bang my head against the wall. He whimpers slightly and claws his arms, leaving red trails across them. I sigh and pry his hands away from his arms. I swear I'm gonna clip his nails in the morning, they're too damn long, he could rip his skin off. I was always doing these things for him, like a worried mother or old married couple. I smile slightly at that idea.
I look him in his bright green eyes. He stares back intently. Sighing again I open my arms and say, "Come here." He immediately leaps into my arms and nuzzles into my chest. I feel his hands dig into my back as he wraps his arms around me. I smile to myself and lay my head on his. The scent of his shampoo floats up to me. Mmm strawberries. "Thank you Craig," Tweek murmurs into my chest, his warm breath tickles.
"My pleasure," I reply. I float off to sleep, dreaming about me and Tweek holding hands in a retirement home.
"Work all night till' we have underpants, nummy tum nummy tum yay!" Singing trails up from my dresser.
Well shit.
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Oh, this was my first story, lol.
I fixed it up, as I listened to the sound of two cats killing each other outside my window.
Fun, fun, fun.