"This work is unacceptable." Said Tweek's English teacher as he waved Tweek's paper in around. "It's barely eligible, and the parts I actually can read are equally horrendous. Your paper got the lowest score out of the entire class." Every insult was followed by another insult. Tweek stood there, his legs quaking and he was worried he might collapse.
"I-I'm sorry, sir, it's just, gah, I-I was c-confused by the assignment." Tweek said, his eyes darting between his teacher and the clock. If he didn't get out of there soon, he'd be late for work.
"You speak almost as badly as you write." The teacher scoffed. "Either you write a better essay, or you take the F."
"I-I will." Tweek said.
"Wonderful." He said, clapping his hands together. "Have it on my desk by tomorrow morning." He said with a smile.
"T-tomorrow m-morning?" Tweek repeated.
"It was due today Mr. Tweak. It's quite rare for me to give students the opportunity to redo and turn in assignments late, and still get full credit." Tweek walked out the room, the hallways were almost empty. He glanced up at a clock.
"Dammit." He cursed, he was already late, and he still had to walk to work.
"Hey Tweekers."
"AH!" Tweek turned around quickly, raising his hands to conceal his face, only to see it was just Craig. They were assigned partners a week ago and have been talking regularly, both inside and outside of class.
"What's wrong?" Craig asked.
"My English teacher told me to rewrite my essay and turn it in by tomorrow, and it took me a whole week to write it, and if I don't he'll fail me. And I'm late for work, so my parents are gonna yell at me. It's so much pressure!" Tweek yelled, then began hyperventilating
Craig placed a hand on Tweek's shoulder. "How bout I give you a ride to work? I don't have practice today." Craig offered.
"T-thanks Craig." Tweek said, trying to cover his blush with his hand. They walked out to Craig's old pickup. Tweek got in and immediately buckled up. Craig chuckled at the blonde.
"What?" Tweek said.
"Isn't Tweek Bros, like, a block away?" Craig said.
"Yeah." Tweek said.
"It's a two minute car ride," Craig said, putting the key in the ignition, while the car sputtered until the engine came to life. "No point in putting on a seat belt." They drove out the parking lot, while Tweek went into horrible scenario after horrible scenario about car crashes.
"What if as we were pulling out of the parking lot, a high speed chase was happening, and the car ran right into us." Tweek said. "Or what if multiple cars all hit you at the same time. Or what if-"
"Tweek, stop. We're here." Craig said.
Tweek looked out his window where he saw Tweek Bros. "Oh...Thanks." Tweek said, getting out the car and hurrying into work. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Craig driving off. He smiled as he put on his apron and got behind the counter, where he found Tory slipping through a magazine.
"Took you long enough." She said, staring absentmindedly at the magazine.
"S-sorry. School stuff." Tweek said, as he made himself a coffee.
"At least your friend was nice enough to give you a ride." Tory said.
Friend. Tweek smiled at the word. "Yeah. He w-was."
Tweek quietly sipped on his coffee while Tory suddenly became more energized. "He's kinda cute. I couldn't see him that well, but what I did see was cute." Tory said.
Tweek's cheeks redden. "You think he's cute?" He said defensively.
Tory looked at Tweek with that searching gaze she used whenever she tried to figure people out. "Do you...like him?" She asked.
Tweek spit out his coffee onto Tory's apron. "W-what? N-no, I-I, gah, d-don't." Tweek said defensively. Tory grinned as leaned forward, getting closer to the panicking blonde. "Tweek," Tory said in a hushed voice. "do you like him, like more than friends like?"
Tweek tugged on his apron and kept his gaze lowered. "I-I don't know." He said in a soft voice.
"You blushed when I talked about him. And got defensive when I called him cute. I think you do." Tory said in calming voice.
"I-I can't like a boy!" Tweek yelled. "I-I've already got some much o-other stuff to worry about! Like my grades, work, dealing with bullies." Tweek pulled down his cheeks. "Gah! So much pressure!" He screamed.
Tory placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Does he make you happy?" She asked.
"Y-yeah." Tweek admitted.
"Does he treat you nicely?" She asked.
"He treats m-me better than e-everyone at our school."
"I think you should ask him out." Tory said.
"T-that's way too much pressure! Gah! I-I'd don't even know how to someone out!" Tweek exclaimed.
"I can teach you, trust me I've asked out my fair share of guys." Tory said confidently.
"You really think you can help me?" Tweek asked.
"I do. I'll teach you everything I know." Tory said.
Tweek smiled and took another sip of his slightly cold coffee. "Thanks Tory, you're the best."
"Yes, I am the best." Tory said nodding her head with her hands on her hips, causing Tweek to laugh and spit coffee all over her apron, again. She sighed. "This is what I get for being the best."
XXX
As soon as Tweek got off work, he rushed up to his room, and began rewriting his essay. He brought up with a mug of coffee and was ready to stay up for as long as they could take. After two hours of nonstop working, Tweek began loosing himself, drifting off to sleep, then quickly waking up. He trudged back downstairs to get more coffee, but the pot he made earlier was empty.
"Ugh." Tweek groaned, opening up the cabinets to get more coffee. A bottle fell out and landed in his hands. Tweek jumped and was about to put it back, when he saw that it was Adderall. He took one every morning before school to help him focus better. He looked around him, his parents were both upstairs, asleep. He unscrewed the cap and took out two pills. He swallowed them both, putting the bottle back in the cabinet where he found it and rushed upstairs.
He was able to finish his paper in an hour, and it was better quality than his last paper. He shoved it back into his backpack, and found that he was still wide awake. He considered taking a sleeping pill, but thought that the two might counteract each other and cause him to explode. By the time the pills wore off, it was nearly time for him to go to school.
"How about we make things interesting?" Tory said.
"W-what do you mean?" Tweek asked.
"You have to man up and ask out Craig by this Friday or you'll have to work my shift this weekend." Tory said.
Tweek gulped. "Will y-you still help me?" Tweek asked.
"Sure." Tory said with a shrug.
"Fine." Tory extended her hand and they shook on it.
Tweek saw Craig standing with his friends at one of his friend's locker. They talked and laughed, and Craig didn't notice Tweek. Tweek thought about walking over there and asking him to see a movie this Saturday. What if he reacts badly, and doesn't even want to be my friend anymore, Tweek thought. He decided not to go through with it, and made his way to chemistry.
"Hey Tweek." Craig said, walking up to the blonde.
"H-hey." He said.
They took their seats next to each other. "T-thanks for the ride to w-work yesterday." Tweek said softly.
"No problem. Do you have to work today?" Craig asked.
"N-no, but tomorrow I do." Tweek said.
"I can give a ride if you want." Craig offered quickly.
Tweek smiled. "Sure, b-but what about p-practice?"
"Doesn't start until four, I've plenty of time." Craig said with a smile.
They both stared at each smiling, until Tweek forced himself to look away.
"Something's off about those two." Clyde mumbled.
"What?" Token asked.
Clyde tilted his head towards Craig and his partner, Tweek. Those two. They always seem so happy and friendly around each other." Clyde said.
"So? They're partners, might as well be friends." Token said, reading his chemistry textbook.
"Craig's way to popular to be seen with that fucking Freak. Remember all his crazy outburst back in elementary school?" Clyde said.
"Yeah, but I mean he's obviously gotten better. Haven't seen one crazy outburst since that one back in middle school." Token said.
"Craig's gonna fuck everything up for us if he socializes with one of the most unpopular kids of our fucking high school." Clyde exclaimed.
Token rolled his eyes. "Stop. Craig's not doing anything, and neither is Tweek. You're making a big deal out of nothing." Token said.
Clyde looked at Tweek, he immediately noticed the blush. Does that freak...like Craig?
And there's chapter two! Please review, and I am willing to take suggestions, so send 'em in! -AV7