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Chapter 2: What Are We Doing?
"Ack! W-what kinda proposition?" His thin bony fingers clench the paper cup like his life depends on it.
"Well Tweek," Kenny pauses as he attempts to pull a lie out of his ass. "We are doing a documentary on… Coffee! Yes! Coffee! For, um, media class?"
"I like coffee." The boy in the middle's head jerks violently to the side.
"No shit." Craig deadpans. Kenny sends a glare as if to say 'don't fucking blow this'.
"Yeah, we know you Dad owns a coffee shop right? 'Tweak Bros.'?" Tweek nods and takes another sip of his drug.
"Gah! Y-yes!"
'As if that piece of shit shop is still open.' Craig thinks to himself.
"Well how bout it? Do you mind if we document you guys?" This poor boy has no idea what he's getting himself into.
"ERGH! L-like cameras and stuff?" Craig and Kenny both nod. "Pressure! O-okay." The naïve blond finally agrees with a smile.
~X~
"Kenny why did you bother lying?" Craig questions the blond as they leave the caf.
"Would he have honestly gone for 'Tweek, your family is insane, can we document it?'"
"You never know." The tall boy shrugs.
"Craig, buddy, be reasonable. Tweek is up for ANYTHING with coffee. Shit I bet he'd fuck you in the middle of the caf if you were naked, covered in coffee grounds." The brunette stops to send Kenny an 'I'm unsure of your sanity' look.
"Anyway. I guess we'll be using all my electronics, since you're poor an all."
"Hey at least I'm managing to pay my cell phone bills!" He holds up a small orange device.
"With what, your prostitution money?"
"Well yeah look at me. I'm not cheap." They both laugh at the lame jokes being thrown.
"Alright I'll see you tomorrow Ken." Craig salutes the blond before they head in separate directions to their lockers.
~X~
"So it's Friday. Should we like ask to go over to Tweeks tonight?" Kenny lays himself on the class table he's sitting at beside Craig.
"Sounds like a plan. What exactly does the project say?" Craig's head finds his palm and rests. Kenny recomposes himself and pulls the out the green sheet. The poor pathetic text book has a shit load of loose papers sticking out of it, leaving Craig to wonder how he even get's any work done. He probably doesn't.
"Umm 'Choose a family, with children to document.'" The blond pauses. "Why is children underlined?"
"Just keep going." Craig flips him off.
" 'Accentuate the facts of that family's type, how the number of children effect the family, whether any members of the family have 'disabilities', the family's daily rituals. Also document possible traditions or anything see you feel is important. Make an eight to fifteen minute documentary of your findings. You have Three weeks. Good luck. Don't screw this up.'"
"Does it actually say that?"
"Yup."
"Hm."
"God that bitch needs to get laid."
"No kidding."
The rest of the class is spent by Craig playing the Tetris app on his iPhone, and Kenny reading a porno. Time very well spent in deed.
~X~
Today the boys purposely sit on either side of the curious blond.
"Spaz," Craig deadpans after the two sit down.
"AH!"
"Spaz we need to go over to your house tonight."
"Is that cool with you dude?" Kenny adds, trying his best not to screw this up. He need this mark to keep his average… Well… Average.
"Eng! Yeah! It should be!"
"Alright we'll be there at what, 6?" Kenny nods affirmatively to Craig's question. "Yeah we'll be there at 6."
~X~
Craig: get yr ass over here
Me: my ass is on its way ;)
Craig: lookin frwrd to it
Kenny laughs aloud as he texts while walking to his friends house.
Me: forward and backward and forward and backward
Craig: … that doesn't even make any sense
Me: ya no like in and out and in and out
Craig: … yr and idiot.
Me: ah but I'm YOUR idiot ;)
Craig: no yr not
Me: then y am I on ur doorstep?
Craig looks up from his living room sofa where he's been awaiting his friend to see the cheeky blond waving at him with a stupid grin.
"It's about fucking time." He flips Kenny off after walking out with a backpack of electronic supplies and sleep wear.
"Awe you missed me!" The finger makes another appearance. "Maybe just a little?" Kenny grabs the arm of his friend's grey jacket. Craig makes a tiny space between his index finger and thumb. "I knew it!" The brunette flips him off again as the walk up to the Tweak residence.
"Oh hello boys, Tweak is up in his room." The kind brown haired woman steps aside to let the boys in from the cold.
"Thanks." The boys chime and kick off their boots.
"Would you boys like some coffee?" She asks calmly.
"Would I!" Kenny exclaims.
"Alright I'll bring you boys some brew momentarily." The woman disappears. Craig, having been childhood friends of the tweaker, knows where most things are in the home, including the boys room.
Craig's hand reaches for the doorknob, but before he can turn it, Kenny grabs the brunettes pale wrist. With a devious grin the blond places an index finger on his lips. Craig just rolls his eyes and steps back.
"Tweek!" Kenny shouts as to purposely scare the boy.
"SHIT CHRIST!" Tweek jumps and nearly falls from his spinney blue office chair.
"Kenny you're such a dick."
"Well that's good, cause then I know you'll like me." The cheeky boy winks at his friend, who in turn flicks the finger. Kenny makes his way to Tweek who is of course convulsing, while Craig gets out the small rather expensive video camera. He presses the big red record button.
"Here's your coffee boys." Mrs. Tweak leaves the two mugs atop a side table.
'And so it begins.' Craig thinks sarcastically.
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