Chapter 7: Neat
"Tweek?"
The blonde looked up from a coffee mug "Yeah?"
"You don't really have ADHD, do you?" the taller boy asked.
"Well….. I'm not sure" he shrugged. "My parents-NGH- told me I do…. But I don't think a doctor-Jesus!- has."
There was brief silence as Craig continued to put pens into neat little rows.
"AH!… Craig?" Tweek asked, watching his friend with amusement.
"Hmph?" he asked, not looking up.
Tweek paused to sip his coffee "Why are you-Jesus!-doing that?"
"Do you want help with math?" he raised an eyebrow.
"My parents will sell me to slavery if I fail!"
"Exactly"
