The Downward Spiral of Craig Tucker
Diary Entry #3
It's twilight, and I'm writing this from my bedroom, instead of the recreational lounge where I normally sit when I'm writing in here, but today was a special day. I guess I managed to forget it was my birthday, crazy huh? Normally I'd be on top of days like this, but I guess I've kinda lost touch with my sense of time...
My parents and Ruby came and visited today, and they brought me two surprises. One was Stripe, and his cage. Apparently because I've been adapting as well as I have, my parents were able to convince the old geezer to allow me my beloved guinea pig, which is the best news ever. I haven't seen him in months, and I was worried he would've forgotten me... But no, that godly fat ass is chomping away at some orange slices in his cage, acting like I'd never left, because Stripe is a bro.
The second surprise I received was a birthday card, with the scribble scrawl of all ,y fellow classmates. Kenny, that faggot wrote his name in ignoramus letters, squashing the hopes of fellow peers at a fresh clean space to write in inky black lettering their own name. As my eyes scoured the card, reading over random wishes of health and a happy birthday, I was extremely unsettled to find that his name, the one that mattered most, wasn't written...
When I left off, Tweak and I were in his basement, and he had just told me that I had confessed my unyielding desire to passionately squash his lips till they turned purple. Craig Tucker, you are one classy bastard. An awkward silence had settled between the two of us, before Tweak finally spoke up.
"Is it true man? Do you wanna kiss me? Or did Clyde put you up to it"? Was that hope I detected in his voice? Shit... How could it not be? Aside from Kyle Broflovski, Tweak was the only kid out of the closet in South Park. Stan Marsh could deny it all he wanted but Kenny and I have both used our trippy mind reading powers and Stan is totally gay for Kyle. That and we'd totally caught him checking out Kyle's ass during football practice. But that's another story for another day. Any whom, Tweak was gay and that's what point I was trying to express.
"Er... Er... Tweak I was high... I don't know what I was saying". Tweak's green cat like crystalline eyes downcast, the lighting in the basement reflects against his watery irises, and his chin lifts in my direction, his plump pink lips pout and a rosy hue dusts across his pale freckled face as one of his wild tufts of sunshine yellow hair falls in his forehead.
"Oh... Well".. The shrill ringing of my cellphone disrupts our extreme awkwardness and I pull it from my pocket, and flip it open to program the automatic answer.
"Hellloooooo? This Craigifer speaking".
"Craig, mom said you need to come home from Clyde's".
"Ruby, I'm not at Clyde's".
"Where the hell are you then? Stripe is crying for you"!
"I'm at Tweak's. Hey, why the hell are you in my room"?!
"Bye Craaaaaaiiiiig"! And the line goes dead. I roll my eyes, snap my mobile closed and force it in my pocket.
"I gotta clear out of here bro, Ruby is touching Stripe. Some serious shit is about to go down at the Tucker household".
"Alright, your shoes and hat are at the front door". I grin and fluff that sunshine blonde hair, snaking my lithe fingers around the base of his neck, I pull him into a embrace. The kid is so thin my arms nearly wrap around his entire body twice. He's tense, and I blow gently into his ear lobe.
"Thanks Tweak, you were a real help in my time of need". I release him and place my palms on his shoulders. His wide green eyes sparkle, and his dark lashes kiss the tops of his cheeks when he blinks slowly. I lean forward, my lips slightly parted, and I press a kiss to his cheek. The tip of of my tongue slightly presses against his check and I gently nip his skin between my teeth. I release his skin and Tweak's eyes are wide. His face is a shade of red so dark that he rivals a Christmas cranberry. His hand flies up to his face as he cups his cheek in confusion.
"Bye Tweakers". I say while winking and playfully flipping him off. I leave him downstairs as I head into the front hall, slipping my feet into my sneakers, I fit my hat over my unkempt hair and call a goodbye to Mrs. Tweek before I exit the house. It's around eighty in the morning, as I walk the two blocks from my house I see kids in the street playing hockey or running around. It's late Autumn in South Park, nippy but not freezing.
When I get home, my mom's bustling around the kitchen. Her blonde hair swept back in a ponytail as she gathers her car keys. Ruby sits on a stool at the counter, her strawberry blonde hair pulled into a knot, exposing her her cute freckled face. She's wearing her pink bunny pajama pants and a black tank top and she's drinking coffee like it's going out of style.
"Craig darling, I'm glad you're home. I've gotta step out, I'll be home with dinner, your dad will be back around the same time, he's out fishing with Stuart McCormick. Have a lovely day hon, I'll see you later"! She presses a kiss to Ruby's head, and a kiss to my cheek before she exits the front door, leaving a cloud of perfume in her wake.
"Think she's going to bang somebody"? Ruby asks pessimistically before knocking back a heavy drink of her black coffee. I pull a cigarette from my pocket, and using my lighter flick it to life. I suck in a drag and head to the basement where my room is located.
"Mom doesn't want you smoking in the house". My response is flipping her my middle finger and heading downstairs to my kingdom. My room is fucking epic. Stainless white wall to wall carpet, an ignoramus bed with crisp white sheets, a floor to ceiling mahogany book shelf stuffed with comics, CDs, books, knick knacks and other assorted framed photos. Then there's Stripe's house. It's a rainbow plastic mansion full of toys and slides, tubes, and other assorted guinea play things. I open his house door, close the door to my bedroom, and release Stripe into the wild. I flop backwards on my bed, and pull ,my phone from my pocket. It flickers to life upon opening, and there's a text from Clyde, Token, and Kenny. I frown at the lack of contact from Tweak. Token and Clyde are making sure I got home safely, and Kenny says call him ASAP. I type in his digits and press the pad of my thumb against the green phone button.
"Hello Craigifer". Comes Kenny's flirty and charismatic voice from the line.
"What's up whore"? Suddenly the door to my bedroom flies open and Kenny marches in with his phone against his ear.
"How dare you dirty my name with such accusations! I am no such trollop"! Kenny fakes hurt as he collapses onto my bed, rolling onto his stomach beside me. He stares up at me as he looks through his dirty blonde hair with intelligent blue eyes. Stripe crawls up ontop of my bed and into my lap. I absentmindedly stroke his back with my forefingers as Kenny clears his throat.
"A little birdie called Clyde was kind enough to inform me that Tweak, that handsome devil, stole you in the middle of the night, and you two spent the evening together. Is that true"? The stoic and cold look on my face must've given it away...
"You dirty whore! Details, give me juicy details my son"! My hand aches and it's getting dark. Stripe is running on his wheel making tons of noise because I'm neglecting him. Happy birthday self...
-Craig T.