When Tweek woke up that morning he felt safe and secure. He smelt in a familiar strong scent and nestle himself in it. When wake was finally coming to, and Tweek could make a cohesive thought he realized with horror where he was. Tweek was lying in bed wrapped in Craig arms. Tweek eyes bursted open and he sprang from the bed. He pushed off Craig so hard Craig rolled into the wall.
"What are you doing in my bed?" Tweek hollered at him.
"Well I am the guest you should have offered it to me." Craig moan as he sat up. "When we were kids, we used to sleep over in the same bed. Also, what teenager still has a twin bed?" Craig rubbed his neck.
Tweek had the urge to punch him but instead let out a sigh. "Just get ready." Tweek turned to head to the bathroom to start getting ready.
"Speaking of which you still haven't packed." Craig called after Tweek.
"GAH!" Tweek called from the hallway. He ran back into the room and quickly scanned for his school bag. He rushed and grabbed it, he quickly un zipped it and turned it upside down to dump it.
Craig watched Tweek frantically shake out notebooks and pens from his school bag. "You don't have another bag?"
Tweek shot Craig a glare. "No I don't. I don't go on trips that often."
Tweek quickly sprinted around the room and threw any clothes that didn't smell to off into the bag.
"Why aren't your clothes in the dresser?" Craig asked still sitting on the bed.
"Because I-" Tweek stopped and turned to Craig. "Are you having fun?"
Craig raised an eyebrow in response.
"Just get ready." Tweek sighed.
Suddenly the door swung open.
"Oh, I didn't know you had someone over."
Tweek stood in his spot frozen. He stared down at the messy bedroom floor. Standing in the doorway was Tweek father. As soon as he entered Tweek room it both surprised and numbed his son.
"Hey, Craig." Tweek father said.
"Hello, Mr. Tweak." Craig said back.
"I just came to ask you to move your car. Your blocking me." Tweek father furrowed his brows. "Is that your car Craig?" Craig nodded. "I thought so I didn't think Tweek had a car."
Craig had gotten up, he picked up his duffle bag and walked passed the frozen statue that was Tweek. Tweek listened to the footsteps as they marched down the stairs and father away from him. Tweek stood still, his mind blurred. Tweek finally able to move slightly packed whatever he was holding and zipped his bag up. He was still wearing the jeans and shirt from the night before and in Tweek state of mind that was good enough. Tweek stumbled down the stairs. He turned and walked into the kitchen where his dad and Craig were talking.
"Hey Son." Mr. Tweak said in his smooth voice." I hear your going on a camping trip."
Tweek headed straight to the coffee machine and pulled out his thermos.
"Did you make sure to cover your shifts for the week?" His dad asked.
Tweek began filling the thermos. He zombie a nod to his dad.
"Well then, alright you boys have fun." Mr. Tweak smiled as he took another sip of his coffee. "And make sure to use safe sex." He smiled and winked at the two.
Tweek slammed down the coffee pot.
"C'mon, let's go." Tweek grumbled out.
Craig began following Tweek out. "See ya, Mr. Tweak."
Mr. Tweak laughed. "See you love birds."
Tweek speed up and hastily walked to the door. He flung it open and dashed to the car. Craig came over and unlocked the car. Tweek jerked open the door and slumped in the seat. Craig got into the diver seat. He looked over at Tweek.
"Did you not tell them?" Craig asked.
"I told them! I told both of them!" Tweek spat. He folded his arms and slumped to the side of the seat. He was disgusted by how little his dad cared. Tweek began analyzing the little conversation they had and picked it apart. It was making Tweek feel sick. " Piece of shit." Tweek said under his breath.
Craig had started the car and was slowly driving away. He kept glancing over at Tweek.
"Hey man, it's alright." Craig tried.
Tweek snarled in response.
"Everyone can't stand their parents." Craig said again.
"Well its different when your parents can't stand you!" Tweek snapped back.
Craig turned to Tweek with a glare. "That's not true. Your parents are supportive of you. You don't know what it's like to have parents hate you."
Tweek scoffed at Craig. "Like you know. You haven't been around to know what my parents are like. You don't know shit."
Craig driving became more rough as he made a hasty turn. "You are right I don't know. But I think your wrong. Your parents do care."
Tweek rolled his eyes and went back to his slump. He pulled up his thermos and began slowly drinking from it. The rich hot liquid felt good to Tweek and it helped him cool down. But Tweek did not get relief instead, Tweek went from rage to depression. Tweek felt his chest get tight, he clenched his thermos and turned his attention to the early morning. The sun was slowly coming up, shining on the fresh snow of the day. It would have been beautiful it Tweek didn't feel so abandoned.