"I d-didn't know you could pick locks." I said rubbing my wrists as Craig threw the handcuffs on the kitchen counter.
"Just a hobby." Craig shrugged. "So what happened?"
"I don't really re-remember." I didn't. That was the truth. "The l-last thing I remember w-as working and -Nng- this guy showed up a-and that was it. That's all that I remember."
"Do you remember what he looked like or what he-"
"Craaaaaig!" Bebe whined.
She walked out of the room.
"What's taking so-" She stopped. "Tweek? What are you doing here? Were you out in the snow? You're soaked!"
I looked down. I thought I was just twitching but now that I think about it, it was more twitching than usual. My shirt was wet on the shoulders and so were my pants from the knees down.
"I'm sure Craig has clothes you could borrow just hold on one second." She disappeared into the room and we heard rummaging around. She came out with a towel, a shirt, and sweatpants. She handed them to me.
"You can use the shower but don't take all the hot water!" She warned.
"Y-yes. Thanks."
"I was gonna wear those." Craig complained.
"Oh shut up you have, like, a hundred pairs of sweat pants."
I walked to the bathroom. Why is Bebe here? I pondered while placing the clothes and towel on the toilet cover. I started the shower and put it on the perfect temperature which took a moment of turning the nob back and forth. I then began to strip and stepped into the shower.
I stepped out of the bathroom placing my wet clothes and towel folded neatly on top of the laundry basket on the way out. Bebe and Craig were chatting in the kitchen. I walked over to them. Bebe noticed me and stood up.
"Isn't that better?" She asked.
I nodded and smiled at her. "Y-yeah. Thank you."
"Now... What happened?"
"He doesn't remember." Craig said for me. "Last thing he remembers is seeing some guy." He turned to look at me. "What did he look like?"
"H-he was tall... a-and bald! He wore a suit." I thought for a moment and twitched. "Oh! A-and he said he w-was gonna question me for s-something."
"And you don't remember anything else?" Bebe's soothing voice calmed me down.
I shook my head no.
"I see..." She looked at the ground but then jumped, scaring me. "Are you hungry? You must be starving!"
"Y-yeah I could eat. D-do you have- nng- coffee?" I asked.
"I'll check."
I looked at Craig and for a split second his expression changed to one of shock and realization.
"Shit..." He muttered. "I should go, uh, clean up the place a bit, you know?" He said it kind of awkwardly.
I nodded then he walked to the living room to pick up those pictures from earlier that were now scattered. He picked up a few other things then disappeared into the bedroom.
"Tweek?"
I looked at Bebe.
"We do have coffee. I hope this type is okay."
I nodded though my mind was completely affixed on those photos. When were they taken? Was that even me in those photos? It definitely looked like me but I don't remember anything like that happening. Maybe-
A sandwich was placed in front of me pulling me from my thoughts.
"It's all we had. Your coffee should be done in a few though. Do you like milk and sugar in it?"
"T-thank you and n-no."
"Okay." She hummed. Bebe seemed happy for some reason.
I took a bite out of my sandwich. Salami and Gouda. Interesting.
Craig came back from the room when my sandwich was about half done.
"The place is pretty clean now." He said rubbing the back of his neck.
"Is it really? Or did you just throw everything in the closet like you always do?" The curly haired blonde asked.
"Hey, at least I know where everything is."
Bebe rolled her eyes. She yawned. "I think I'm gonna go to sleep."
"What about the game?"
"Crap I forgot..." She thought for a moment. "Guess I'm gonna have to beat you tomorrow." She started walking away.
"We'll see about that."
After she walked into the room it was silent. I finished off my sandwich and threw the napkin in the trash.
"Wanna watch TV?" Craig suggested.
"Y-yeah sure."
We sat on the couch. Craig flipped through the channels in search for something to watch while sipped my coffee.
There's nothing good on TV, ever, especially at this time. What time was it anyway? All I know is that it's dark.
"What time i-is it?"
Craig checked his phone. "11:56."
He finally just settled on Jeopardy. We got really into it further into the show though. Shouting answers and (mostly Craig) getting angry when someone said a blatantly wrong answer. Bebe even woke up to yell at us for being to loud. It was fun. I almost forgot about what happened earlier... and those pictures. I looked at Craig. It seemed that he was drifting off to sleep. He yawned. His eyes lazily closed and his breathing slowed. Falling asleep, he fell onto my shoulder.
Gah! What am I going to do? I can't wake him. That's rude. Plus he might get angry. Should I let him sleep? But I have to turn off the TV and the remotes all the way over there! Oh Jesus Christ.
His phone buzzed and the screen lit up. Not to be nosey but I picked it up to check the time. It's 3am. That's not very surprising considering I used to stay up until 6am. Just out of curiosity I checked the notification. It's just a message. I shouldn't be looking at this but who could be texting him at this time? Well Red did just travel to Europe for Winter vacation. NO! I put down the phone. I will not read that message. Nope. He probably has a password on the phone anyway so I couldn't read it even if I tried. I sighed and looked at Craig who was in a deep sleep on my shoulder.
I glanced at the phone again. Actually where is MY phone? I think It still might be home because I had set it down so I could work. Why do I feel so tired? I yawned and soon after, fell asleep.
/So sorry you guys. I lack motivation to do anything these days so that's why I haven't been updating things that often. I'll try to update as much as I can during winter break so consider these next few updates a present for the holidays. Happy holidays and if your birthday is in December or January happy birthday. Thank you for reading and waiting patiently and again I am so sorry.