Hey guys new story! I really like this one a lot and if you like this one you should read my other Creek fic if you haven't called "Why do you stare at me?" This fic will be updated the same as that one, a new chapter every ten days or less, depending on how far ahead I am in writing. I curently have three chapters of Twitch done. I also have other things I am currently writing and will try my best to always have things posted on time. Enjoy the chapter.
I just moved from my loving home in Denver to some nowhere hick town called South Park. Joy. It didn't take us too long to pack up, sell the house and find a place in this shit town. I have no fucking idea why my parents would want to live here of all places, I don't see how anyone would want to live here. It's the middle of the fucking summer and it's cold as ice here. Oh and the best part, the fucking heater is broken. Piece of shit.
We've only been here for three hours and I hate it. My room is on the second floor of the house right to the left of the stairs. I have my bed, a book shelf and my bean bag chair in my room. My TV is still down stairs as well as my DVDs and clothes and crap. Ruby's room is down the hall from my room and my parent's bedroom is downstairs. My bathroom looks like crap. This house looks like crap. This town looks like crap.
My dad's working and my mom took Ruby to go shopping for furniture or some shit. That means that I have the whole shitty house to myself. Which isn't very fun because nothing's fucking unpacked yet. I decide I'll at least get my room in order while everyone's gone. I grab my TV and get it half way up the stairs before I realize that lifting a TV, even a small one, up stairs is always a two person job. So I set it on the middle step, propping my leg against it to keep it from falling and after a minute I lift it to the top of the stairs and leave it there. I'll put it in my room later.
I decide to risk my life by getting a glass of water from the kitchen sink but before I could make it there, there was a knock at the door. Great, probably some neighbors bringing over stupid house warming gifts and shitty food.
I walk to the front door and swing it open, "Hello?"
"Gah! C-can you help m-me!" It was a boy around my age with blonde hair, green eyes and his clothes were defiantly too big for his tiny frame. He grabbed the upper part of both my arms and clung onto my jacket for dear life.
"Sure," I have time to help the local mental patent find his way back to the funny farm.
"Gah! Th-thanks," he let go of his hold on my jacket with one hand, the other was used to pull me in the direction of my neighbors house. When we got to the porch I noticed that the front door was open.
"What's wrong?" I try to pry his hand off but he's too scared to let go.
"T-there's something i-in there," he points inside and I need to think for a moment.
"You live here?" he nods. "Okay," with that I walked into the house and looked around for anything suspicious. Of course I grabbed an umbrella from by the door for protection. Twitch is still clinging to me like if he lets go he'll get eaten. Oh and since I don't know his name I'm calling him Twitch because he's a fucking spaz.
I walk all around the bottom floor of the house and there's nothing. I'm starting to think I won't find anything upstairs either, but I look anyway for Twitch's sake. I get half way up the stairs and a loud crash comes from one of the rooms, like something glass was knocked over.
"J-Jesus Christ! Wh-what was that?" I ignore Twitch's question and pull him back down stairs before heading up alone. Too dangerous for spazzy people to be in situations like this.
Upstairs only one of the doors is open so I head inside. It looks like a guest room, and there's a vase smashed on the floor. Sitting a top the table the vase fell off of was a tiny white kitten with golden ears. I scoop it up and head down stairs.
I can't believe he was worried over a fucking cat. "Twitch," I called from the top of the stairs, "It was just a cat." I walked down and tried to hand it to him.
"Jesus, man! I d-don't have a cat! Wh-what if it's a s-spy?!" he grabbed fist fulls of his hair.
"It's just a cat dude, don't leave the frickin door open and they wont come in." I walked back to the front door. Twitch followed.
"Uh, th-thank you," he hugged himself awkwardly. He's probably not a very social person, must be uncomfortable.
"Sure, whatever," I walked home. I took the kitten with me, it looks like a stray and doesn't have a collar or anything so it's mine now.
I love animals, I had a guinea pig for a long time but he died about two years ago and I haven't had a pet since.
Since there's no animals in my house I don't have any pet food or shampoo or other cat stuff. I checked the kitten for fleas three times just to be sure it didn't have any and then I gave it a bath with Ruby's hello kitty shampoo. I was pleased to find out that the thing didn't dislike water, which made my job a lot easier.
I texted my mom to get some cat food and a litterbox while she was out. I didn't tell her what happened, or that our neighbor's a loon.
Now I just have to pick a name for this little furball. Furball? No, sounds like a hair ball, gross. I could go all mainstream and name it something like snow because it's white. Where's the fun in that? Hmmm, maybe I could name it Twitch? I mean I did find it at his house... sure, the cat's name is Twitch. Great.
It's getting close to six. Every day at six I go out for an hour jog, why? I'm lazy so I have to do something to keep from being a balloon. I lock Twitch in my room before I rummage through the boxes in the living room marked 'Craig's shit' looking for my iPod. I also look through my suitcase for my jogging outfit, because I'm not going to jog in skinny jeans. My jogging outfit is really just my old school gym uniform. Aren't I creative.
I open the door and see a short brunette lady ready to knock. "Oh hello," she greet's smiling like the Cheshire cat.
"Uh hi?" I give her a confused look.
"Are you the boy who helped my Tweek this morning?"
"Tweek?"
"Short blonde boy, lives next door," she pointed over to what was apparently her house.
"Uh yeah, it was just a cat. No big deal," I slumped against the door frame. So his name's Tweek... fitting.
"It is though, you see my son's a bit... eccentric," no really, "and well he is too paranoid to close the door because he's afraid he'll get locked in and wont be able to get out if something were to happen." Damn why haven't they locked this guy up yet.
"Oh," I don't really know what much else to say.
"Would you mind doing me a favor?" she bit her lip and clasped her hands together.
"Uh sure, what do you need?"
"Well I was hoping that if you ever pass by the house and happen to see the door open that you could close it for me, I always close it when I'm home but me and my husband work a lot and can't be there to make sure he keeps it closed."
"No problem I guess, it's just next door anyway," I feel like I was just stuck with the job of baby sitter.
"Oh thank you very much! What was your name?"
"Craig, Craig Tucker," I politely reach out my hand and she shakes it.
"Well I've wasted enough of your time Craig, welcome to the neighbor hood." She pivoted and walked back to her house. I started on my jog.
I looked at Tweeks house when I passed by, the door was obviously closed because his mom's home.
I hope you liked it, don't forget to check out "Why do you stare at me" and Reviews are always appreciated. Love you all and see you next time. Update will be 11-1-12