Hello everyone~ I've decided to write another chapter cause I got another 10 or so reviews! Buuuuut~ you know us writers: we're total whores for reviews. So~ feel free! :D
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO A VERY SPECIAL FRIEND OF MINE! HIS BIRTHDAY WAS ON THE FIFTH OF SEPTEMBER AND I'VE BEEN A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE FRIEND D:
SO, JAKE! IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I'M REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY SORRY AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!
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-PD
Chapter 10 – Do I Really Look Like a Girl?
I got off the bus and went inside, stopping by the kitchen before making my way upstairs.
"Stan? Is that you?" Her voice was coming from the living room. I must have passed right by her on the way inside. Apparently she hadn't noticed me either till I started banging around in the kitchen.
"Yeah Mom."
"How was your day, dear?" Oh great. The 'grand inquisitor' had put me up for a round of questioning.
"It was fine." I think I'll have a sandwich. Turkey sounded good right about now. My mouth started watering at the thought.
"Where are Kyle and Tweek? Aren't they with you?"
"No mom." I pulled things out of the cabinet and tried to make extra noise so I could pretend I couldn't hear her. Sadly, loaves of bread aren't incredibly noisy things. They just kinda go 'puff' when they're thrown on the counter.
"Well, where are they?" There was nervousness in her voice. She was probably afraid that I had been irresponsible and had left them to fend for themselves in this crazy back-country, redneck town. Like what, were they gonna get abducted? We'd already signed agreements with aliens that they weren't permitted to interfere with us any longer. Plus, we were still boxed off from the universe for the next couple decades.
"Friends' houses I guess."
"Oh how nice, they've made friends already." There was a break in conversation, but that ended when she heard me rustling through the fridge. "Stanley, what are you doing?"
"Getting something to eat."
"Try not to eat too much, dinner will be ready in about an hour." Another pause. "Do you have any homework?"
I sighed, getting 'ever so slightly' annoyed by her constant questioning. The grand inquisitor would've sent me to the scaffold by now. "It's Friday, Mom. I'll do it later."
"Just make sure you get it done...What're you making?" She was desperate for this conversation to continue.
"Mom, really?" I shouted as I put the finishing touches on a slovenly-prepared sandwich.
"I'm just wondering is all. It's not a crime to wonder what my baby is up to."
I subconsciously rolled my eyes. Deciding that it really would be best to ignore her last comment, I quickly made my way up to my room, closing and locking the door. Seriously. How old am I to her anyway? It seems that as kids grow up, parents try harder and harder to treat the like the kids they once were. Maybe that's just my know-it-all-14-year-old logic at work, but whatever, it was true in my, and my peers', minds, and that was all that matter at this age: the opinions of your peers.
I threw my backpack against the door and sat down on my bed, bouncing for a moment. I looked around it and sighed. There really was nothing for me to do. Garrison hadn't assigned any homework except to go over our parts; sadly enough. I sat at my desk and opened my janky laptop. It wasn't waking wake up, so I sat for, like, a million years tapping the spacebar, waiting for the stupid thing to wake up. It whirred and stirred to life, only to sit on the loading screen for another 20 minutes. In my head, I imagined myself tossing it across the room and having the thing shatter into millions of pieces. It was a satisfying image. And, as if it could read my thoughts, my computer's loading bar suddenly shot forward, finishing up whatever it was doing. Perhaps it was afraid of my internalized violent tendencies.
I opened up meebo and signed into my different chat platforms. I was going to be alone until sometime tomorrow, since both Tweek and Kyle were away for sleepovers, so I might as well connect with some old friends. I scrolled down my list of contacts; most of them people I friended only cause I knew their name and face. I sat back and stared at the screen, wondering what I should do.
Suddenly, I saw an old AIM screenname pop up that I hadn't seen in ages. I started typing:
[16:45] Sparky2013: hey dude!
[16:45] Sparky2013: how've ya been?
[19:45] Sparky2013: :)
[16:45] jb0905: hey!
[16:45] jb0905: ive been pretty good
[16:45] jb0905: until a few days ago
[16:45] jb0905: sam and i broke up
"Great conversation starter. :I"
I had typed that into the dialogue box and was actually tempted to send it, but it would've been really insensitive. I deleted it.
[16:45] Sparky2013: shit dude!
[16:45] Sparky2013: DDD:
[16:45] Sparky2013: what happened!
I hadn't even known he'd been dating someone. You can really tell how much I care. Whatever, I hadn't spoken to the dude in...uh...shit...how long? 2 months? 3? More?
[16:45] jb0905: but we might get back together when his schedule has mellowed out but idk and i hate not knowing
[16:45] jb0905: he has SOOO much going on
[16:45] jb0905: there is literally no time for me :(
[16:46] Sparky2013: oh god...
[16:46] Sparky2013: that sucks
This time I meant it. It's the worst when you're the only item on the back of their 'to-do list' often left to be forgotten.
[16:46] jb0905: he has water polo prasctice before school every day
[16:46] jb0905: *practice
[16:46] jb0905: and after
[16:46] jb0905: and he lives like 25 minutes from his school
[16:46] jb0905: then he has to do all his homework
[16:46] jb0905: and he takes a bunch of aps and shit
I wasn't sure what to say so I just let him talk. I wasn't really good with this kind of thing. Besides, what do I know? He's a junior in high school I'm an eighth grader in middle school. We're on two completely different social, not to mention drama, levels. If it hadn't been for WoW we probably never would have met anyway. Not to mention the fact that he lives out on the east coast.
[16:46] Sparky2013: i guess it's better to sort things out first..
[16:46] Sparky2013: but still
[16:46] Sparky2013: that's ridiculous. Makes me want to justskip high school.
[16:47] jb0905: IKR? but then on the weekends hes doing college apps and trying to get recruited for water polo
[16:47] jb0905: and he lives 25 minutes from me
[16:47] Sparky2013: :(
[16:47] jb0905: so it was just not working
[16:47] Sparky2013: I haven't even had a bf in a lon glong time but I just haven't been interested but there might be someone noe. cause there's this guy...
[16:47] Sparky2013: *long long
[16:47] Sparky2013: *now
[16:47] jb0905: so i hope once water polo is over we can be together again
[16:48] jb0905: dude, you like a guy! Why haven't I heard about this!
[16:48] Sparky2013: ...ya I guess
[16:48] jb0905: who is he who is he who is he?
[16:48] Sparky2013: his name's kyle he's not friends with u on fb so I can't show you, sadly lol
[16:48] Sparky2013: but he is just the most amasing guy ever
[16:48] Sparky2013: he's like everything
[16:49] Sparky2013: it's amazing he's never had a gf/bf before o.o
[16:49] jb0905: oh shit for real?
[16:49] Sparky2013: ikr
[16:49] jb0905: go for himmm if u don't I'll run all thw way to Colorado and kick your ass ;P
[16:50] Sparky2013: thanks but I dunno
I didn't get a response. I waited for a bit but it seemed that Jake just kinda up and left.
[16:57] Sparky2013: Jake? u there?
[16:59] jb0905: ya, but I g2g. sam just called. I'm bettin somehtin good ;P
[16:59] jb0905: I'm gonna go meet him ttyl! buh bi!
[16:59] jb0905 is offline
I sat back in my chair again. I didn't really feel like talking to anyone else, and after that brief exchange of relationship statuses, I was really just not in the mood to connect with any of my other old friends. I'd probably check up on Jake later, see how he's doing with that Sam guy. I looked around my room again, completely at a loss on what to do. It was only almost 5...it was only 5 so there was no point in going to bed. This was frustrating. I turned back towards my computer. I suppose I could just do shit on the computer till dinner. And so that's what I did until I felt I could go to sleep without too much trouble, escaping the awfully boring afternoon turned evening. Sadly, my dreams were as equally drab and awful as my evening. But whatever, I probably wouldn't remember them after I woke up anyway.
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The next morning, I awoke a little before 10, but I didn't move until 11:30, when my phone started ringing.
"Hello?" My voice was gravelly from having not been used since dinner the previous night. Speaking of dinner, I think there's still a kernel of corn in my teeth. Gross...
"H-Hey Stan. D'ya think you could –nnf, nrgh– come puh-pick me up?"
I flopped back in bed. My arm was already tired from holding up the phone. "Sure thing Tweek. You're still at Red's right?"
"Ngh, yeah! C-Can you come soon?" I could practically hear his nervous twitching.
"It's a pretty close walk. I'll be over in about half an hour. We can pick up Kyle on the way back. Tell him that for me will ya?"
Tweek was silent.
"Tweek?"
"Agh! I-I'm sorry! I forgot that you can't see people nodding over the phone!" I sighed. I had a slight headache from God knows what and Tweek's screeching over the phone was aggravating it ever so slightly. "I'll call him right now. S-See you soon, Stan!" He hung up and I was finally able to relax my arm. When my arm flopped down, my phone flew out of my hand and shot onto the floor. I could see the frost on the window melting as the midday sun slowly warmed it. I didn't want to go outside. It looked cold, and, as everyone knows, a comfortable bed with warm covers is just sooo much better than anything else on a Saturday morning. Save for a stack of pancakes dripping with warm syrup...or waffles...or French toast. Yes, today would be a great day for French toast. However, I had made a promise, and no matter how inconvenient or annoying a promise was, this Stanley Marsh was never one to puss out or back down. I got dressed and ran out the door. I was starving, but I figured that mom would be making lunch soon and whatever she had planned would definitely be better than anything I could've made. But I still really wanted that goddamn French toast. My stomach noisily agreed.
I reached Red's house at a decent time, having to jog a bit to make sure I made it within my promised half hour. Red's house was quite a bit further than I remembered and I figured Tweek would be the kind of kid who'd be expecting you to arrive on time, or else he'd jump to the conclusion that something scary or tragic had happened. When I looked up at the house, I saw that Tweek had been watching at the window for me and he immediately ran outside. Apparently he'd been given a makeover this morning. He was wearing modest makeup and his hair was done up in two little messy buns, probably with the help of extensions, but it didn't look fake at all so I couldn't really tell. A good thing I suppose. He was wearing the dark skinny jeans he'd worn yesterday as well as some borrowed clothes: a long, white military style coat; a gray, checkered scarf was draped around his neck, and, on his feet, he had someone's unwanted ankle boots that had a rather ostentatious bow on the side. Modern fashion: unlike what almost every stereotype claims, being gay has done nothing to help me understand it more.
"Uhh...you look nice?" I offered. He didn't look like a middle schooler; he looked much older than that, high school maybe. I had no idea why he was dressed so nicely for a walk home, but what I did know was that his feet were gonna die if he wore those boots the rest of the walk home.
"Th-Thanks." Tweek blushed and gently fiddled with pieces of hair that were sticking out of one of his buns. The way he had his feet turned in and the way he carried himself was just the most adorable thing I'd seen since the last adorable thing he'd done. I was wondering if I wasn't beginning to fall for Tweek as well. But I knew that that wasn't possible. It would just be a bad idea, for more than one reason. "Ack! Sh-Shouldn't we g-go to get Kyle now?" He seemed to have forgotten for a moment that his cousin had yet to join us.
"Yeah...let's go." I turned away, trying to look nonchalant, but I think I only managed to pull off the 'uncaring asshole' pose. Great.
We walked in silence for a while. It was only when Tweek started to slow down a bit – probably because the shoes were starting to really hurt his feet – that I spoke to him again. "You doing ok, dude?"
"Y-Yeah...my feet just hurt like a b-bitch. How the hell to girls –nrgh– wear these things for so long?"
I felt a bad for him, we were only half way to Wendy's and we still had the whole walk back. Aha! I had an idea. "Hey Tweek, I'll carry you for a bit."
"N-NO!...Uhm...that's o-okay, Stan! I-I can –ack– h-handle it! I don't need your help!"
I sighed, rolled my eyes and continued walking, pointedly walking a bit fast to try and convince him that he really wouldn't be able to keep up comfortably. I was going to be the romantic hero, whether my damsel in distress liked it or not.
"Ack! Asshole, you're speeding up!"
My brilliant plan had been unveiled; I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "C'mon Tweek, we're gonna be late."
"Stan, wait!" I slowed and let him catch up. "Fine, you can...dammit...you can carry me..." His lips were twisting and pursing in embarrassment and irritation no doubt. This was a low blow to his pride as a man: to be carried around like some weak chick.
I crouched down in front of him. "C'mon. We'll get there a lot faster this way." He hopped up and I hefted him up until he was sitting more comfortably on my back and began to walk again. His arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, but not so tightly that I couldn't breathe. And despite being so thin, the boy was incredibly warm and comfortable. I wouldn't have minded cuddling with him a bit; he was comfy as hell. I swear to you, I'm not a pervert.
"Hey Stan."
"Yeah?"
"...Do I..." He trailed off and was completely silent for a moment; perhaps he'd been planning how to phrase his question?
I tried to look back at him, but my head wouldn't turn that far. "Hm?"
"D-Do I really –nnf–" I could feel him spasm against my back, his grip tightened for a moment before relaxing again. It kinda felt like a brief, wrap-around, bear hug. "Do I...really luh-look like a girl? Do I really look like one?" He sounded like he was about to cry. The sound of his voice practically broke my heart.
I felt bad. It hadn't hit me until just then, but I felt so incredibly bad, like there was the weight of guilt on my back. I had intended for that to be figurative, but it wound up being literal. I know that if I had passed off as a girl as easily as these guys had, I would've been thoroughly insulted. I felt a bit sick with myself, and I felt especially pissed off with Kenny and Cartman, making Tweek and Kyle...Kyle...
"Stan?"
"Ah, oh, sorry. I was just thinking." I paused, looking down at the hands that were loosely knotted in front of me. "No, Tweek...no. You don't look anything like a girl. You're 100 percent male."
He laid his head on my shoulder and I could practically feel his sad smile burn into my skin. "Thanks, Stan. Th-Thanks for saying what I wanted to hear."
"...No problem Tweek."
(A/N: This would've been a good stopping point, but I owe you guys so much more. So on we go :D)
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We got to Wendy's house and Tweek hopped off my back. He was a little wobbly walking across the ice in heels so I gave him my arm to help him walk. He didn't appreciate being 'escorted' like he was, but when I told him he could easily break his ankle if he slipped and fell, he was all too happy to let me help him walk. I felt a bit bad exploiting his weakness like that, but whatever works. We walked up the steps without any incident. Tweek let go of my arm as I rang Wendy's bell and turned away from he door, waiting for her to answer. I could hear muffled voices and bustling about from the other side of the door, and then, 2 minutes later, Kyle emerged and promptly shut the door behind him. He was still in his pajamas.
"Hey Kyle." I greeted with a wave that I later realized must have appeared incredibly stiff and awkward.
"Hi Kyle!" Tweek was happy to be back within the comfort of his cousin's direct vicinity; it instantly calmed him down.
"Hey guys. Let's go." Kyle trotted down the steps ahead of us. Tweek and I took our dear sweet time making our way down, Tweek clinging for dear life. Kyle was patient as he waited at the end of the walk. When we rejoined, we formed a horizontal line and continued on our icy adventure. Once off the unusually icy patches, Tweek felt relatively safe to walk again. We were walking in silence for a little while until Kyle spoke up. "Um, Tweek. Why're you so dressed up?" Good question. I'd forgotten to ask.
"Ah! Uhm...wuh-well..." The twitching commenced. I rolled my eyes ever so slightly.
"C'mon, you can tell me. You've never kept anything from me before." Kyle sounded a bit more annoyed than curious. Perhaps he hadn't gotten much sleep last night, or maybe the girls had worn him out with their annoying jibber-jabber. Perhaps it had been a deadly combination of both.
"I...Iyavuhday." That wasn't what he was actually saying, but that's sure as hell what it sounded like.
"Tweek..." Kyle had his motherly 'tell-me-or-you're-gonna-be-in-trouble' voice set. His voice was a bit gravelly this morning. Getting sick maybe? He was at a higher altitude, and Chicago isn't nearly as cold as Colorado this time of year. Oh shit...
"I...have a um...well it's just a...I uh, kinda have a...umm...a-a d-duh-d-date...with Craig. T-Today..." Tweek started to tug at the hem of his coat nervously, twisting and pulling the fabric in all different ways. If he'd been strong enough, the coat would've been ruined.
Neither one of us knew what to say to that. Kyle didn't know this, so he wasn't as shocked as I was, but Craig had never really been that straight forward of a guy, nor had he really been one to let everyone know what was going on upstairs; despite common misconception.
"Well...umm...that's great Tweek. When is it?" It had been quite the week, I don't think anything would surprise me anymore.
"I-It's AAGH!" Tweek's heeled foot slipped out from under him. Thankfully, Kyle and I each managed to grab an arm and save him from busting his butt on the concrete. "Nnnn..." He whimpered nervously. "Th-Thanks for saving my life, guys." What a melodramatic kid.
I held on to his arm as I positioned myself in front of him. I pulled him up onto my back, forcing him into a piggyback ride. He scooched up and wriggled around until he got comfortable. I couldn't help but smile a bit at him again. It was no wonder all these guys were flocking around him. He was everything they wanted in a girl: meek, unintentionally cute, sweet at heart, and plus, a major bonus, he felt real. There was nothing about him that gave off the vibe that he was putting on any sort of airs to try and impress. And he wasn't nearly as complicated as most girls our age. Mom always said that girls were complicated only because they matured faster than us boys, so they were much farther ahead than we were. But I think girls are always just crazy confusing, no matter what age us boys are at.
"Sorry about this, Stan." Kyle mumbled. "Tweek can be a little..."
"It's alright. I don't really mind. It'll keep me in shape for football." I tried to cover it up with a laugh, but I didn't have enough air for one, so it just came out as an asthmatic wheeze.
Kyle quirked an eyebrow at me. "He's not a baby you know, he doesn't have to be treated like glass."
"You do the same thing!" I accused. I liked taking care of Tweek, but I didn't like being called out on it. It was like I was the older sibling for a change, and the thought that Tweek depended on me, even if it's for such a small thing as traversing over an icy walkway, made me feel all warm and proud inside. I can kinda understand why Kyle would want to monopolize that feeling; it felt really nice. And I don't mean it in that way you perverted assholes. For those of you who didn't think of it that way, congratulations, and I'm sorry for putting thoughts in your head. For those of you who did...well, I suppose I'm just as bad as you, seeing as how I brought it up.
I digress.
Kyle blushed ad looked away from me. "N-No, that's different. I'm his cousin."
I smiled, maybe a little condescendingly, down at Kyle. "Yeah. I know. But I think I kinda like taking care of him too."
Kyle never looked back at me. The three of us were silent the whole way home.
(A/N: Again, another good ending point, but...dammit I love you guys too much TT^TT on we go!)
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"You WHAT? ALREADY?" I could hear Kenny shouting form the other end of the line. Tweek's ear must be hurting like a son of a mother, or maybe almost as bad as my back, shoulders, and arms were feeling. I'd carried the guy almost the whole way back, and I was pretty sure I wouldn't move another inch for the rest of the day.
"Y-Yeah. It's at 2 O'clock." Tweek weakly muttered into the receiver. He sounded pitifully sad. Today was not turning out to be an incredibly good day.
"Well, well, look at what we have here. Twitchy here has his first date." Cartman, Tweek, and Kenny were all on a three-way conversation. Kyle and I had are faces pressed against Tweek, trying to hear what was being said. Tweek pulled away from us and put the phone on speaker. No longer needing to hold myself up to listen to the phone, I flopped over. I was twisted awkwardly, but I didn't really care. I'd move as soon as something fell asleep and I felt pins and needles. Till then, screw it.
"Nnf! Ack! A-And the only reason -nrgh- I'm telling you guys -aff- is because of that stupid agreement!" Tweek had a sturdy frown on his face and a slight flush on his cheeks, but this one seemed to be more of aggravation than of shy embarrassment.
Cartman ignored that 'insignificant' detail, as he often ever so conveniently did. "So, where are you going? What are you doing? We need to gain access to all the security cameras in all the areas you'll be visiting, granted there are any. Otherwise we'll have to improvise and set up cameras ourselves." Cartman was beginning to mutter to himself more than to us. I cleared my throat and that brought him back to the conversation at present. "Anyhow, I'll need a detailed list of all the places you'll be going."
"Cartman, it's illegal to film someone without their permission." Kyle was a smart one; he'd found a loophole. I sent him a telepathic back pat. Not that he'd ever know it.
"No it's not." Cartman rebutted; ignorance is bliss, but if it interferes with the law it's just stupidity.
"Y-Yes it is! Kyle's dad's a lawyer. He knows about all these things, a-and he'll sue your f-fat ass, Cartman!" I was pleasantly surprised with Tweek's unexpected backbone. Not that it'll always be there, but every once in a while would be nice.
"I'm not going to risk my cousin for one of your stupid games. Besides, in the contract, it says we only have to tell you that we have a date. It says nothing about informing you when or where." I grinned and nodded over at Kyle, mouthing a 'nice' in the most frat boy like way imaginable. I must have looked so stupid and...so redneck-ish. But he smirked and gave me a 'sup dude' nod, jerking his chin in my direction, and really looking like a guy for a moment before his face relaxed into one of concentration as he focused on the conversation again.
"God dammit Kenny, why did you write such a piss-poor contract. It's almost as poor as you!" Kenny screamed like a friggen banshee before charging Cartman, knocking him to the floor, and wrestling with the flabby mountain that was Cartman, if the screaming, clatters, bashes, and bangs were anything to go by. This fight was going to last a while and we didn't really have all that long. We'd gotten home at about noon, eaten lunch, showered, and it was now almost 1:30. Tweek gently shut his phone and sighed, glad that the stressful interview was over and done with.
"Well Tweek. Better get back in your clothes, you date's in less than half an hour." I bluntly reminded. I looked at Kyle's face and it clearly read 'you moron' and I was instantly confused. What had I done? Well, I'd surely find out in a moment. Because Tweek, upon hearing this, tweaked the fuck out. He was spasming and panicking like I'd never seen him do before. He couldn't walk in a straight line if his life depended on it. Had I done anything to help these guys out today? Hardly.
"Tweek! Tweek! Calm down, dude. It's ok!" Kyle tried to comfort his cousin, but Tweek was so stressed out it seemed like nothing would help.
"Tweek," I figured this was worth a try, I didn't think I could make things any worse at this rate, "Craig is late to everything. Plus he only lives like 10 minutes away. You have more than 20 minutes to get ready." Well, it seemed to help somewhat.
"Tweek, Tweek, look at me." Kyle grasped Tweek's head in both hands, gently rubbing his cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. I bet many a man would give their left nut to have his hands on Tweek's cheeks and to look into those teary, acid green eyes. I, myself, was quite jealous, but it wasn't my moment. Regrettably. Oh shit, am I falling for Tweek? No, no that can't...that can't be. Besides, that'd be breaking the bro code...in a sense. Cause I guess Kenny liked him first...but Kenny never really had Tweek. So that doesn't make Tweek his ex. Does the bro code even apply to dating other guys? I suppose so...it's only fair that it does, really.
"...so you gonna be ok?" Kyle concluded. Oh shit, 'concluded'? I totally zoned out for that whole conversation.
"Y-Yeah." He sniffed, smiling up at Kyle. "Thanks dude. I'm sorry I'm so muh-much t-trouble. You must think I'm really annoying, you probably want to get rid of me first chance you get. Oh gods, if I'm thrown out here I'll have to survive in the freezing cold and snow! I won't make it out there, man!"
"Tweeeeek..." Kyle warned. Tweek said not another word. He just rubbed his hand under his nose, sniffing noisily. "Just...go have fun, ok? And Stan and I will handle Cartman and Kenny. Ok? Try not to worry so much!"
Tweek nodded.
"Now get dressed, dammit!" Kyle grabbed Tweek's clothes, threw them into his arms and shoved him into the bathroom. Once Tweek was inside, Kyle fell back against the door before slowly sliding down into a squat. He closed his eyes and let out a slow sigh.
"That looks like tough work. Have you always had to do that?"
Kyle cracked open an eye. "Tweek's been my cousin longer than I can remember. Besides, his brother's almost the same way."
"Brother? First I've heard of it."
Kyle motioned for me to be quiet by putting one of his flawless to his pretty pink lips. And guess what? I obeyed. Like a whipped dog. Cute boys broke any bit of backbone I'd ever grown.
There was shuffling, NNF!-ing, and ACK!-ing from the other side of the door as the minutes ticked by. Tweek had 6 minutes to get to Craig's on time, but we didn't dare say anything. Tweek opened the door, without checking to see if he had a half asleep cousin on the other side, sending Kyle tumbling backwards. "Ah! I'm sorry Kyle! Stan! We have to hurry!"
"Yeah, c'mon, let's go." The three of us ran downstairs as only three noisy adolescent boys could.
"Now where are you off to in such a hurry?" My mom asked good-naturedly from her spot at the dining room table. She was reading something, but I was far too busy with my own affairs to give it a second thought
"Shut up, Mom! We have to go!" I'm such a little asshole, but Mom loves me anyway. I'd apologize later.
I grabbed my shoes and Kyle struggled to get into my sister's Uggs. I never understood why those were so popular. They almost always looked gross, they smelt bad after you wore them like 10 times, and they weren't incredibly original. I guess comfort made up for it. That's how crocs survived I suppose.
I've been getting worse about tangents. I need to control that.
Tweek had grown tired of waiting, but he knew that he couldn't go anywhere without me. He was fidgeting with the doorknob. He was like a puppy that really had o go to the bathroom and his master was taking their sweet time. "C'mon, Stan!" He urged impatiently.
"Chill out, we're almost done." I finished tying my other shoe just as Kyle finally managed to fit into his other boot.
"Ok, n-now let's get out of here!" Tweek threw the door open and instantly froze to the spot.
"What's up?" I joined him in the door way, and what I saw equally surprised me.
"Why'd you guys stop, don't we have to—" Kyle had no need to finish what he'd be saying. For the answer was on my doorstep, fist poised in the air, ready to knock.
"Hey girls...and Stan." I didn't like how the bastard said that. Like he'd been planning to just leave me as being included with the 'girls.'
"Craig!" Tweek was clearly ecstatic. "Y-You're here! Why? I thought we were..."
"...Cause I felt like it." Craig looked from Tweek to Kyle to me and then back to Tweek. "I'm glad you could come with me today. I thought you wouldn't be able to."
"W-Well yeah. Why wouldn't I?" Tweek was tugging at his buns again. Craig was a lucky man to have acquired such a cute kid. Granted, he still thought Tweek was a girl, but we're putting that aside.
Why were we still standing in the doorway?
Craig looked at me. "Cause it's this asshole's birthday today."
Author's Note
YAAAAY! LONG CHAPTER FOR ONCE! 8D longest of them so far, anyway. ¬¬
And I KNOW it may seem like Stan doesn't really have a thing for Kyle and instead has a thing for Tweek.
...
Oh yeah. Does he? Is this all true? Well...I wonder~
Ugh, I had so much trouble with it, but here's the final result. I have so much fun with their clothes :3
Tweek's date outfit:
coat looks liiiiiike thisss: http:/www(dot)thefashionpolice(dot)net/images/2008/09/04/victorias_secret_coat(dot)jpg
His scarf is like this except Tweek's scarf is more grey and white while this one is more black and white: http:/www(dot)hiphopwholesale(dot)com/media/SC03(dot)jpg
and the shoes look like dis: http:/s9(dot)thisnext(dot)com/media/largest_dimension/CDD511BE(dot)jpg
and dark skinny jeans look like dark skinny jeans. Yup yup.
I really need to find a better way to show you guys what they look like :I
I just kinda realized that I went from Tuesday to Friday _ but whatever. If you didn't notice then that's all well and good. But still. It bothered me so I had to say something and I wanted to apologize for my little mistake v.v
Aaaaaaaanyway. If you read the Author's Note up top you (for those who skipped it) you might find something interesting :3
HOLY SHITE! IT'S DYCD'S FIRST BIRTHDAY ON MONDAY! O.O
AND IT'S STAN'S BIRTHDAY TODAY! (in case you didn't notice the slight nod towards that in the end...the horrible...horrible ending...*shame*)
Well how about that!
Time to bring this loooooong ass author's note to an end.
Stay true!
Peace!
-PD
(what a corny ending :C)