Kevin Stoley strays from staying within the norms of society.

At least, that's what some kid at Denver high school wrote about him in their school newspaper. Kevin remembers rolling his eyes at the remark, the one line they chose to pair with a picture of him holding up different game system controllers. Since when was gaming not normal? Aren't over half of the entire world population gamers?

Kevin likes to think of himself as an easygoing guy. In high school he never much cared for "fitting in" or "standing out," as long as he had books and video games he was set. There hasn't been much of a change for his college routine. Give him video games, a Mac desktop with the latest design software and the school library card with unlimited access to their books, and Kevin is perfectly content. Sadly, things like bills and school get in the way, but no better way to brighten up the darker spots than mixing what he loves in, right?

That's why when Kevin got hired at the video game store in the Denver mall he was pretty content. When Kevin got accepted into the University's design program, he was pretty content. When Clyde asked him last minute to move in with him and the guys, he was more than content. Kevin always thought highly of Clyde. He's so easy to talk to, barely a judging word.

The thought of rooming with the other three guys was somewhat daunting at first, but Kevin likes to think of himself the kind of guy that can easily go unnoticed. Not much of a mess or fuss. He thinks of Token in a similar light, neat and tidy, the whole house never seems to leave a mess, but now that Tweek has brought it up, perhaps this could be the doing of Tweek alone?

Kevin is a little surprised that dishes from the boys' late night snackings are still in the sink when eh wakes up this morning. He is the unlucky number one for the Tweek for a day list. Really, it's by default that Kevin takes day 1. The next three days he has at least 4 hour shifts at the store, and he would hate to work at home and work at work in the same day. He wonders how Tweek does it every day.

He's a reasonable guy, Kevin is. How hard can it be for him to finish the list of work Tweek has outlined in his note with the number 1 written on the outside? Kevin always thought of himself and Tweek as the soft-spoken two out of the group, there's a small connection there. Kevin can't remember the last time he has had an actual conversation with the blonde, but his memories of him are nothing but good. Craig is definitely quiet, but his presence is a little stronger than Tweek and Kevin's… combined.

Kevin has already checked in Tweek's room to make sure he made it to bed okay after his surgery and is properly medicated, although he doesn't know a single boy his age that would ever forget to take a pain pill if he had one to take, especially since these are prescribed! He sits at the kitchen table and thinks about the day ahead of him. He realizes that a vital part of the boy's morning routine is missing already without needing the note.

Coffee.

Kevin stares at the kitchen counter littered with multiple appliances that he has no idea how to work. Can he use the excuse that he's only recently taken a liking to coffee, and that's because he's convinced that Tweek uses crack as his special ingredient? How is he ever going to make coffee taste as good as Tweeks!?

Kevin concedes.

"Hey guys!

Just wanna say thanks again for your help. I'm extremely thankful that I have such wonderful roommates that are willing to help me out! Or I could be writing to no one and this note will have no meaning in its most likely short life either way. We're a little past saving 'meaningful' notes from friends, and let's be honest, this note will most likely not be that meaningful to any of you. You're meaningful to me, little note, fear not. And I'm sure you're one of the only notes in the world to ever be acknowledged in itself. Well I know at least three other notes are going to be, I can't just acknowledge one without the other. You guys are like a family of notes, and it's important to not—

I'm sorry. I had to step away from the note for a second. I'm a little nervous about this, so you'll have to bear with my instructions and verbiage.

Day 1, (Monday). No sweat! Really, it's my prep day for the following.

First thing, above all, brew a pot of coffee. Fill coffee pot with tap water, add coffee ground to top of coffee maker (I make it a little strong, but there haven't been any complaints. Go four scoops strong,) and then turn on the machine! The water will filter through back into your pot! I'd grab some liquid creamer from the door of the fridge and set out the sugar (That's the smaller of the three jars sitting on top of the fridge,)

I always cook breakfast (you should know this drill,) so try your best? I'm not going to make a menu for you guys, but you would hate to deprive the rest of the house of a good meal at the start of their day, right?

After everyone has left the table, clear it. Spray off the dishes and place them nicely in the sink for Day 2 to clean. I usually wash as I go, but this way, you'll have a little more time to work on the task at hand. Which is….

Drum roll please? At least in your mind as you read this.

Room cleaning!

We're all friends, we have nothing to hide right!? Whoever this is, you're fine with me going into your personal space to tidy things, so don't' be weary of anyone else doing the same. I'm sure before you all agreed to this we discussed the respect rule, yes? If this is Clyde please don't just snoop through everyone's things. There are some places in a person's room that don't need tidying by anyone but the person that lives in it. Agreed?

Right, back to it. Simple pick up any clear trash items and throw them away in their trash can! This can be a bit tricky for Craig and Token, even their scrap paper means something to them. Once their rooms look trash free go ahead and take out their trash. Just to the can, no need to walk it to the end of the drive way just yet.

Next, I'll start sorting through the clothing thrown about the floor. Once again, Token and Craig are a little better on this side, no offence if you're Kevin or Clyde! Hardest part here is decided if the piece of clothing is dirty, or if this was a barely used piece of clothing. You know, maybe just a throw-on shirt to answer the door, or a turned-down outfit to a party. Clyde will have a lot of these, so unfortunately for whoever this is, the pit test is the best way to tell if the piece should be hung up, or thrown in the hamper.

Last, but not least there are certain things that the guys need help cleaning up.

Kevin: Easier task than most! Find 6 handheld games. Throughout the week (month,) Kevin will play these little guys in his room until he falls asleep. Best places to find them are underneath his bed, closet floor, etc. If any of the batteries are dead I replace them.

For Clyde it's usually his clothing that really takes up his room space. He's the type of guy to try on three different outfits until he finds one he is okay with. Other than that, some of his schoolbooks could be hiding in the crevasses of his bed, never hurts to give a quick look.

Craig is a little harder to deal with. He his desk is set in a way that only Craig likes. He's left handing, so think about your own desk and reverse it. Pens within left hand's reach, etc. I kind of drew a diagram on his placement of things on the back of this. He also has a turtle that I'm not sure if anyone knows about in his room. He likes to keep his tank clean, but if the water is a little cloudy I usually help him out and clean out the tank. Although, you might want to check with Craig, he's just… particular.

Token is the easiest by far. If you catch him in his room he'll even help you. Although he does have the tendency to ask for more help with other things, or really, drill you about whatever economic topic he's learning. It's more of the speaking that wears me out. (It this is Token, I love our talks! Sometimes they are just WAY over my head!)

Feel free to pop in my room if I'm awake! If not, maybe try to catch me if you hear some rustling? I'm not messy by any means, I'm just saying for questions. And a bowl of broth wouldn't hurt… Lunch and dinner.

Please take a moment from cleaning to prepare lunch for the guys that are home. You'll be able to talk to everyone to find out who works when so to not over make. Although packed lunches are always fun routes. Not to mention super nice. There's plenty in the pantry, although watch the dates. The best plan is to clean one room in the morning and then three after lunch?

Thanks guys, I really appreciate this. You have no idea what a huge favor you're doing for my nerves. I'm sure none of you want to relive elementary school Tweek, which might happen if I can't get my spring-cleaning underway!

My rule is if everyone eats a good breakfast and lunch, then I'll order take out for dinner, buyers choice! Unfortunately, you're the buyer, unless someone else offers, but good luck with that!

Good luck with everything!

~Tweek,"

Kevin sets the letter down and can already feel an under skin pimple coming on from the stress. He hears a bathroom door close and a showerhead turn on, so he knows he needs to act fast. Not that any of the guys would hate him if they had to wait for their morning coffee and breakfast, right?

Finding the coffee he quickly follows the instructions Tweek wrote out, word for word, and quickly turns on the pot and turns his attention towards breakfast.

Cereal? Sounds good. Kevin pulls different boxes of mostly eaten cereal and pulls the milk gallon from the frigde. He also sets out four bowls and spoons, hell, he even pulls the sugar canister in the bunch. Who doesn't love sugar in their cereal? Unless its already an unnatural color and too sugary to begin with.

The showerhead turns off and more closing of doors happen. Before facing his first roommate's reaction to his cereal breakfast as opposed to Tweek's grand slam breakfasts during his week off from school and work, Kevin thinks he will try meditation. He closes his eyes and tries to think of calming thoughts.

He thinks of waves on the ocean. The noise of water clashing softly, then he thinks he hears a waterfall. This might be the best meditation he's had yet!

Feeling relaxed Kevin opens his eyes to see Craig taking his seat next to him at the table. Kevin immediately feels stupid and now understands his waterfall he envisioned was Craig pouring his coffee.

Kevin watches Craig look at the cereal collection and choose frosted flakes. He pours the cereal first, adds sugar, then his milk.

Not a single word between them. Kevin wants to say good morning, but he can't find his words. Craig doesn't strike Kevin as a morning person, so he figures waiting for the taller of the two to talk is best.

Token follows shortly anyway, killing any awkward tension Kevin begins making up in his mind.

"Good morning, guys!" Token smiles cheerfully at them both. Sure, all of the boys see each other every day, eat meals together, watch tv, but having the added pressure of responsibility plus a missing Tweek which is basically a part of the daily household dynamic, things are anything but normal.

Plus, no one is ever worried about what Tweek is doing, usually just about their own agendas for the day.

Token sits and goes for the cereal before coffee. He opens his printed newspaper and starts his morning routine.

Clyde emerges and is visibly disappointed that there is no hot grand slam breakfast on his plate. "Fuck"

"Good morning to you, too." Kevin replies as he realizes he hasn't made any food or drink for himself. Kevin joins Clyde at the coffee pot as Clyde pulls a mug from the cabinet.

Kevin starts thinking about breakfast conversation topics. The weather? Work? Should he warn the boys he plans on invading their personal space for a short time today?

"Dude, did you just put the coffee grounds in the pot?" Clyde's tone brings Kevin out of his daydream.

"What!?" Kevin watches as Clyde swishes the pot around and visible coffee debris can be seen at the top. "Damn, what did I do?" Kevin knows he followed Tweeks instructions, word for word.

"No filter." The two boys at the coffee pot hear Craig say in between bites. His coffee almost halfway drank.

"Ahhh, silly Kevin!" Clyde walks over to the table and picks up a cereal box, "Trixx are for kids!" Clyde tries to lighten the mood that he's afraid he's created by calling out Kevin for his mistake. He can barely contain himself. Clyde punches Token lightly to encourage laughter from the oldest boy.

Token lowers his paper and reveals a smile. He moves to poke Kevin's leg to let him know messing up the coffee is okay. "It's just water and coffee, we have a surplus of both!" He gives Kevin's leg an extra wiggle for good measure.

Kevin doesn't want to pour the pot down the drain for fear of all of the loose grounds clogging the drain. As he walks the pot out to pour on the lawn, his logic telling him birds might want some caffeine, he hears Clyde as, "What's on Tweeks agenda for today?"

"I have to clean your rooms." Kevin yells back before closing the back door to the yard.

The three boys exchange glances. Clyde chokes on his cereal, half from Kevin's statement and half from too big a bite. "If he messes up coffee that easily, think what he'll do to our rooms."