A(N: Well here you have another chapter of this marvelous story of mine, for now I have decided that I will try to give it my all and see how it turns out, maybe even be able to finish it to. I hope so.
Chapter 3
Tweek had… changed?
If we compared height, all of us was pretty even, I and Token stood the tallest and Cartman the shortest. Even the redhead was taller than him to his own resentment.
But Tweek, holy fuck, he was taller than me in inches. And the skinny kid I remembered, the one that screamed when he saw dust rats, had grown muscles. Not buffy, just muscular and I'm pretty sure that he would kick our asses if he wanted to, maybe not Damien but that is if it involves fire or not. It looks like he just has kicked someone's ass if you would look at the bruises over his knuckles, they were huge. Either he hit a bad spot and cracked them on skeleton, or he hit the guy hard.
And the weirdest thing is that I in my head can compare him with a lumberjack, he has small stubble but I can pretty much see him in a beard. The shirt his wearing is plaid red, to that just some loose jeans and ankle boots. Maybe he have been a lumberjack, I don't know what he have done under the past five years he has been gone.
"What is he doing here?"
Tweek snaps his eyes away from me and stares at Cartman. I'm not sure which one of the blondes that the fat boy is talking about; no one ever knows what he talks about. Wendy came out from the kitchen to great her mother, also she stops and grimace. To that Tweek grins.
"Mom, wasn't it just one roommate?"
"Uh, yes but Tweek insist to bring Philip with us"
"Well okay, it is a double bedroom after all" she says after some hesitation.
I turn my gaze to the small blonde behind Tweek; he on the other hand is shorter than all of us (Cartman can finally be proud of his height). He still has his hair in shoulder length, and his clothes are of newer model, but still in those bland brown colors. Over his frame his wearing a dark brown bomber jacket and to that he has a pair of pilot sunglasses, which are hilarious if you think of the fact that we are indoors.
Tweek stand out more because of the plain blonde behind him.
"I put my car in the parking slot, next to the black one"
The tall blonde turns his eyes to Damien, like he knows that the car is his. And maybe he does, maybe he knows about us and we just don't know shit about him.
The others emerge from the TV room to greet their new roommates, and then just stand there. Tweek tilts his head, Pip just stands there with his over polite smile on his face. Token, the nicest of all of us are the first one to step forward.
He reaches out his hand and smile to Tweek, who looks at the hand with a strange emotion flickering on his face.
"Don't touch me"
It's a weird thing to hear, so strange that I don't know if it's offending or not. But the hand is tucked back at Token's side again, and he smiles, less confident.
"Want me to show you your room?" Token offered, trying to smooth it over.
"Sure do that"
Suddenly I'm scared for our apartment. The hall is so small we often leaves our clothes in the kitchen or in the living room. The girls clean, and sometimes they get us to clean. But somehow all of the bottles from the booze ends up on the floor, and then never leaves.
What will Tweek think of it? Not that I care what he thinks but the place feels, dirtied. Those green judgmental eyes scans over the room, he looks kind of disgusted by the bottles but that could also be of the smell of smoke oozing from our room.
The architect that did our dorm must have been drunk; or I think so. Because the whole lay up for the place is fucked up.
The hall is all too small for our stuff and then leads directly into the kitchen. The kitchen opens up to the TV room, which are just some cheap couches placed in front of a TV Clyde dragged with him. Doors lined on the walls are our rooms, and the one all to the left is the bathroom. That means that every morning when you want to just sneak into the bathroom to fix your bed hair or morning wood, everyone sees you. It's funny when it happens to Clyde or Stan, I almost laughed an hour, but it's not funny when it happens to you; or Damien because he really doesn't like to be offended.
I don't think I can say that I don't like the way Tweek looks at the place, because that would be really fucking weird. I flip off the blondes back instead, and almost have a heart attack when Tweek looks back at me. He saw the finger and grins, not reassuring like heh that was a good joke, no more like I will stab you when you sleep.
We're living with a psychopath, what medication did Tweek go on when he was small? Someone that knows that, that can tell me that I'm wrong, oh god I hope I'm wrong because I really don't want to be stabbed. Take Kenny instead he always comes back.
Pip's reaction is weird on the other hand; he doesn't even turn to look at the place. He is violating our walls instead, being tugged by Tweek after him; he's dragging his hands over the wall. The sound of nails against it seems to anger Cartman, but he doesn't say so. I think all of us are pretty annoyed by it actually.
To me it seems like the life I was trying to escape has become more fucked up.
-Tweek-
I knew that they would notice Pip acting a little bit… off.
He is indeed used to our constant moving, but he doesn't really like new places and new people. They scare him I think, and when they notice his handicap they start to treat him different. Sometimes even like his dumb, and I swear I will punch the one that thinks that Pip is dumb, he is probably smarter than me, he just don't have the ability to show it as easy as me.
But I had hoped that anyone else had noticed it when I left Pip with the others, which were the smartest because I think it's better for them to realize it on their own. Because I'm not going to baby them and tell them about us, if they want to know something they have to get the information themselves.
I just had to be Cartman that noticed it, hadn't it?
I had the door open so that I could keep watch on my little blonde companion. And then I heard Cartman starting to talk to him.
"Pip, can you walk straight ahead"
And Pip complies, because he often do that afraid that people will find him annoying else. And I notice that there is a hinder in Pip's way, a metal string that they probably use to hang up their clothes. There is actually a couple of jackets on it, and crinkled newspaper under it. Before I can act Pip walks into it and falls down on the floor.
It just had to be Cartman.
The small blonde yelps when he hits the wooden floor, dropping his glasses. The fat teen laughs and the other stare at the whole thing with a confused look, because they still don't know what's going on.
It's pretty obvious so they should notice it. But maybe their stuck in the past, and is thinking on the old Pip and not this one, the one that I know far too well, and that knows me better than anyone.
Pip sights and stand up, he does that careful so that he won't bang his head in the metal string. Or tip anything, I would have told him that there wasn't something to tip if he hadn't talked first.
"Could someone give me my glasses?" he asks in a small pleading voice.
And then it sinks in, or maybe it's when they see his eyes. They used to scare me, light blue almost white and so… unseeing. Maybe that's stupid, because he can't see so of course he will be fucking unseeing.
"Here"
Because no one does anything I have to do so, I pick up his glasses and put them back on his face. The others are staring at us, like they trying to make up for all that Pip can't see.
"Pip's blind? He wasn't before… I mean"
No he could perfectly see, before that happened, before he happened. But that is not something I'm going to tell them, so I glare at Cartman, because this is his fault. That Pip had to bang his head against the floor, and that no one just could have asked Pip to take the glasses of.
"Yeah, I pretty much now that, thanks for pointing that out"
I talk to Clyde, who asked but it's Cartman that I'm talking about. He pointed it out painfully, and I realize that I still don't like the fat lard. Always dragging everyone down with him on his stupid plans, that mostly hurt everyone else than him, did he change at all?
He did change, but only his features. His still fat, but his face and body has grown sharper, giving him a face that would be nice if he thought about his body size.
All of the others have also change, but I can still see the kid in them. The angry one behind Damien's red eyes, the mischievous in Kenny's smile, the passive on in Craig's posture, all of that is still there. But it's grown, like they have got more personality than before. More experience.
