Craig's POV:
I walked home. It was actually nice out, the sun wasn't hiding behind clouds. That didn't make it warm though. I didn't want to go home. I debated going over to Clyde's but I had a ton of homework to do, not that I was actually going to do any of it. I opened the front door softly but there was no way in hell I was avoiding Ruby, especially since I didn't ride the bus.
"Why didn't you ride the bus?" She asked. "Mom called. She wanted to talk to you."
"What did she want?" I said, kicking off a shoe.
"Why don't you call her and fucking ask her yourself."
I rolled my eyes, flipping her off. I ducked for the stairs, avoiding the shoe she threw at me. I slammed my bedroom door, turning the lock and falling onto my bed. I was surprised that Dad wasn't home. Usually he was more than happy to grace me with his presence. I wasn't going to complain.
I also wasn't going to do my homework. That's why I had free period at the end of the day. Even though I didn't get anything done in there but its fine. Even if I did actually do it, what did my grade matter? Either way it didn't matter, Clyde would probably be done actually doing his homework within the hour and text me asking if I wanted to go out for food or something. Until then I hand nothing to do.
I blissfully bell asleep until Clyde texted. My bed was a sanctuary. It was the only safe place in the house.
CD: Hey
Me: Hey
CD: Food?
Me: Where?
CD: Tell u when u get here.
Me: See ya soon
I stood, up rubbing my eyes. My hair was matted to my face. I swiped it away, pulling my hat on to cover all of it. I didn't like my hair very much, it was long and dark. It was easier just to cover it. I sprinted out of my room, tumbling down the stairs and grabbing my shoes on my way out the door. I walked for a couple blocks before I stopped to actually put them on.
I didn't realize I was in front of Tweek's house until he walked out of the door. He was shivering, typical, holding coffee, fucking typical. His apron looked stiff. He wasn't wearing a jacket. He looked…cold. I felt…sorry for him.
When he spotted me he froze. I didn't realize that I had locked my eyes onto him. I knew my eyes were intimidating. They were very blue.
I looked away. "What are you looking at?" I yelled at him. He squeaked. It was kind of... cute.
I looked back at him before heading off towards Clyde's house.
Did I just say Tweek looked cute? Out of all the fucking words there were I said he looked cute? Tweek Tweak is not cute, he is a freak, a weirdo, a spaz. He's an asshole. He's a life ruiner.
I didn't even knock on Clyde's door. I muttered a weak hello to his mom before heading upstairs and into his room. I winced.
"Dude, put a shirt on." I said as I collapsed onto his bed.
"I'm trying to asshole." He responded, digging through his drawer. He threw a grey shirt over his head. Then he dove into his jacket.
He didn't stay at his house for very long, just long enough to establish that I was at his house and that we were going to leave.
"Where are we going?" I said as I shut his front door.
"Coffee." He said bluntly.
"Really dude? You don't even like coffee, hell, neither of us does."
"Kenny asked if we want to get coffee. No one can say no to Kenny. It's Kenny. He's basically homeless. I don't come up with ideas like going to get coffee, I'm not a fucking girl. Speaking of girls…" He said, his eyes following a girl as she ran by "Bebe is looking good."
I smacked him "Dude!"
He smirked "What? Can I not admire the local art work?"
I chucked as we walked into a coffee shop. I'd never been in here before. Kenny looked towards us from a table in the back. Clyde and I sat down across form him.
"We have ten minutes." He said.
"Until?" Clyde asked.
"Tweek gets here? He's late every other day because he stops to get a newspaper for his grandma. He works short shifts so he can go visit her after work."
Clyde raised an eyebrow. "And why do we care about that fag?"
"I'm here to ask you a favor. Stop being so harsh on him. I didn't know, not until today, but he's been hurting himself."
"He's always hurt himself." I mumbled.
"Yeah, he pulls on his hair and shit." Clyde said.
"No dumbasses. " Kenny groaned "Like razor to wrist. His arms are covered in scars, new and old. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd been cutting since elementary school."
"Why?' I asked.
"Oh, I dunno, his parents love him, he has a nice family, a good home, a job, oh. Shit. Wait. All his friends abandoned him. Shit, wow. That may be why." Kenny said sarcastically. "Oh yeah, and then he's also bullied. Put yourself in his god damn shoes."
Kenny stood, pushing the table towards Clyde and I with as much force as he could, knocking everything to the floor, including us.
We stood up as Kenny stormed out. Clyde picked up the table, muttering something about Kenny being worthless.
I shrugged it off. That was when I heard a soft squeak behind me. Tweek was stoof behind the counter completely frozen. Before Clyde could notice him, Tweek darted into the back room. I nudged Clyde.
"We should go."
