Author's Note: Welcome to Chapter 11! I think I may have come up with a way to end the story but it might not be a happy ending. But that does mean I'll be creating a sequel. Any thoughts about that? By the way, you guys have been a little quiet recently with the comments. Don't forget that I love reading them! It gives me motivation to keep on going! Without further ado, have fun reading!
Warning: Shounen-ai (Boy x Boy), OC (Original Character), use of drugs, mention of suicide
Disclaimer: South Park Characters do not belong to me.
Summary: A new student joins South Park University but he isn't alone. Tweek makes his return after being admitted to a psychiatric hospital after his relationship with Craig declines. Can Tweek make a full recovery with the help of the "new student"?
Chapter 11: Sleepovers
Day 3: 20:13:
"Finally done." My car's finally free from the snow. For now. It should be almost time for Tweek's class to end so my car should be fine for a bit. Putting the snow brush inside the trunk, I closed it, glancing over to Craig who looked like the cold weather wasn't bothering him. Kind of reminds me of Tweek. "Hey, I'll treat you to a cup of coffee for helping me."
"I don't drink coffee."
"Is that so? Well, come join me anyway. I'm going to get another latte." Staying silent, a loud roar appeared as I looked towards the street, seeing a truck with a plow entering the parking lot. At least the roads are being taken care of frequently.
"Fine." Grinning at the teen, we made our way towards the cafe. Pushing the door open, Wendy raised her head from the magazine in her hands. That's quite unprofessional. Even if it's slow in the evening, at least try and hide it under the counter.
"Back again? And you're here with Craig this time?" Clearly ignoring her, he stared out the window as we approached the counter.
"Don't be rude. Anyway, can you get me a grande cinnamon dolce latte?"
"Exactly how many lattes are you going to have? Are you trying to overdose on caffeine or something?" Even as she complained, she began working on my order.
"It's actually quite difficult to overdose on caffeine through lattes."
"If you say so." Cracking my neck, I noticed Craig watching Wendy intensely. His eyes seem to be following her hands as she poured milk into a stainless steel cup. Moving to the espresso machine on the customer's side, I gestured for him to come closer, waiting until he was in front of it.
"This is an espresso machine and it's where we make the majority of our specialty drinks. If you notice, we have dark roast beans sitting on top. That's where we get our espresso when the beans are ground together. Generally, there are three types of roasts: light, medium and dark. The beverage's taste will be heavily affected by the roast. I won't go too much into detail on that angle but let's talk about the different types of beverages. We'll start with three of them: americano, cappuccino and lattes." Pausing for a moment, he glanced between me and the machine.
"Is he applying for a job here?" Hearing Wendy's voice, I peered over, watching her place my latte on top of the machine. Picking it up, I shook my head.
"No, nothing like that. Just wanted to teach him a thing or two."
"As long as it's not another coffee date, I'll be fine." Walking back to the register, she sat on top of a stool, re-immersing herself in the magazine. Looks like it's something about boy bands.
"Anyway, an americano has espresso going into the cup first and then water on top. It's quite popular among Asians but don't ask me why. A cappuccino has equal amounts of espresso, milk and foam going into the cup in that order. A latte has the same ingredients but the amount of milk is doubled. Make sense so far?"
"Yeah. How many specialties are there?" Sipping on my latte, I turned around, walking towards the entrance.
"There's quite a few. Simple cafes would most likely have around ten types while the more complex ones would have between twenty to thirty."
"Why? Coffee is just coffee isn't it?" Chuckling, I stopped at the door, spinning around to face him.
"Think of specialty coffee as people." Giving me a weird look, I chuckled even more. "Let me give you an example. Think of yourself versus Stan." Discerning his annoyed look, I grinned while taking another sip. "Both you and him have black hair, blue eyes, and the same skin tone. However, your personalities are different, which makes people view you differently. The same applies to coffee. Looking between two cups, a latte and a cappuccino may look the same but on the inside, it's a whole different beverage, easily discerned through taste." Twirling towards the door, I placed a hand on it. "You should learn more about coffee and gain an appreciation for it. Especially if you're going to be Tweek's boyfriend." Pushing it open, I could feel the cold air hit the exposed areas on my face.
"Are you going to be teaching me?" Laughing, I shook my head.
"We both know who would be a better fit. Just ask him. I'm sure he'd love to teach you something about his favorite beverage. You might just learn something about him besides his addiction to caffeine." Feeling a smile crawl on my face, it was surprising. I'm actually giving him advice. I suppose, maybe, just maybe, Craig can be mature sometimes.
"Josh." Hearing my name in a soft voice, I revolved back to Craig but saw someone else standing behind him. Moving my head to the side, someone whose black hair was dyed red near the roots moved in between us. Upon closer inspection of his silver bolo tie with a red center, I smiled at the familiar face.
"Pete. I see you still have that long fringe of hair covering your right eye. And that red hair." Appearing impassive, he continued staring at me.
"How's Tweek?" Ah, I almost forgot about his infatuation with the blonde. It's interesting to see that it still exists.
"Why don't you ask him yourself? He should be leaving class soon." Without another word, he began walking away into Harbucks. That explains it. He works with Wendy during the evening. It'd be quite interesting if he and Tweek were to run into one another at work. Taking out my keys, Craig had his eyes on the supposed goth teen even as the door closed behind him. "You should head home soon. I wouldn't want you to be caught in the snowstorm." Looking back to me, he made a grunting noise.
"I walked here. Heard it was going to be two to three feet of snow tonight."
"Really?" Taking my phone out, I swiftly opened the weather app, entering South Park as my location. Fifteen degrees Fahrenheit, snowing into early Thursday morning, accumulation at least two to three and a half feet? "You wouldn't happen to know if the roads would be good in the morning would you?"
"Like shit. When it snows like this, everything will be closed even school."
"And do you plan on walking back home in this weather? The sidewalks are at least covered with four to five inches already."
"I'll manage. It's not like it's my first time." Giving a doubtful look, I sighed out loud.
"Are you staying with family?" Staring at me with a suspicious expression, he nodded. "I'll drive you home. I wouldn't want you walking in weather like this even though this wouldn't be your first time."
"Joshie!" Hearing my name again, I gazed out of the corner of my eye, spotting Clyde running towards us from the building. "There you are! I was texting you dude."
"In case you're unaware, I'm not always on my phone." Grinning at the brunette, he stuck his tongue out. Noticing Craig next to me, he waved really energetically.
"This is awesome! Didn't know you'd be joining the sleepover too."
"What sleepover?"
"The one at Tweek's place." Staring at the brunette, I began laughing at how transparent he is. He just loves to tell everyone everything. At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if people know where Tweek lives. Glancing between myself and Craig, Clyde looked a bit puzzled when it suddenly looks like it hit him in the face. "He didn't know about that, did he?"
"Nope, not at all. But since he knows…" Staring into his blue eyes, his face remained casual, even though he's probably feeling a bit pissed. "Would you like to join us in our little sleepover?" Staying silent, he darted his eyes away.
"Only if Tweek's okay with it."
"Quite a mature response. I didn't expect that from you." Clicking his tongue, he raised his middle finger at me. "I take that back."
"Sorry about that." Appearing peeved, Clyde stared down at the concrete with his knuckles clenching his backpack.
"Are you upset?"
"I fucked up. Shit. He's going to hate me. I really messed up the foundation." Smiling, I ruffled his brown hair, causing him to look up at me.
"Don't waste time grieving over mistakes. Learn from them and move on. And if you still feel bad about it, you're more than welcome to tell Tweek what you did." Softly nodding, I removed my hand. "I'm happy you remember our conversation from two nights ago." Slightly turning red, he looked away. That's an interesting response. Why is he blushing?
"Stop staring at me man." Snickering at how his blush deepened, I began walking towards my car.
"My apologies. Let's wait inside the car." Unlocking it, I entered the driver's seat, turning on the engine to warm it up. Looking at my phone, I opened up my messages to see if Tweek texted me.
Clyde: i'll be there early
Clyde: got nothing else to do
Well, there's that message he was talking about earlier.
Eric: guess wat just happened
Eric: the jew and best friend wannabe had another argument
Eric: haha it was the best
That's quite unfortunate. "Have you been to his house before?" Overhearing Craig's question, I stared at the rear-view mirror, watching Clyde to see how he'd respond.
"Only once." Seeing Craig turn away, I went back to my phone.
Thomas: r u ignoring me?
Exactly how should I respond to him? It's not that I'm ignoring him on purpose but he's awfully persistent in receiving my help to get him and Craig together. "Everything all right?" Peering to Clyde through the mirror, I gave a soft smile.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking." Returning to my message, I began tapping on the screen.
To Thomas: Now why would I want to ignore you?
Tweek: omw outside
Sensing the air become a little warmer, I turned up the ventilation. Putting away my phone, I relaxed in my seat, watching the entrance for Tweek. "When was this sleepover planned?" That's the second question from Craig tonight and for him, that's a lot. Must feel out of the loop or insecure.
"Just a couple of hours ago. Josh invited me."
"Josh? I thought this was going to be at Tweek's house?"
"Yeah but he lives with him." Watching Craig's eyes widen, I began snickering when he scowled at me.
"Don't think too much about it. I'm only renting a room since I had nowhere else to stay." Narrowing his eyes, he raised a middle finger behind me. "Annoyed? That's unfortunate because if you've already forgotten, I got to know him for about two years back in Denver." Rolling his eyes, he stared out of his window again. He still has some growing up to do. Hopefully, it'll be sooner rather than later for Tweek's sake.
"Still as crazy as ever when it comes to Tweek even though it's been a while since I've seen you like this." Ignoring Clyde, his eyes remained glued to the window. "You'd be surprised Josh. This guy doesn't give a fuck about anything else but say anything about Tweek and he's all over it like caffeine in coffee." Laughing at his analogy, Craig groaned in annoyance. "See? He doesn't like it when we talk about this sort of thing." Slapping Clyde across the arm, he did the same back to him.
"Can you stop being retarded?"
"Whatever dude. Just admit it already." Hearing a knock on the window, I quickly looked up to see my patient waving at me. There he is. Unlocking the door, he opened it up and jumped inside.
"Gah! What are you two -ngh- doing in here?" Craig shrugged his shoulders while Clyde looked around the car, avoiding Tweek's gaze. I guess I'll answer his question.
"To put it short, Clyde asked to speak with me and I didn't have time until later tonight." Turning to me, Tweek hastily took his coffee out. "As such, I invited him to sleep over. However, he decided to invite Craig as well."
"That's a fucking lie!" Snickering, I turned around to face the brunette.
"Don't give me that. The moment you brought it up to Craig, you invited him so don't play innocent." Glancing to the blonde, he took a sip from his thermos. "I'm amazed you didn't finish that already."
"I didn't have time. The stupid teacher had us do all these math problems. Plus Kenny and Stan -ngh- kept talking to me."
"Acknowledged. Anyway, Craig said he'd only stay if you said it's okay. I thought it was quite mature of him to say something like that in the first place. What do you think?" Remaining silent, Tweek turned to Craig as the blue-eyed teen stared back. Glancing between them, it'd be interesting if Tweek says yes. On the other hand, if he says no, I wouldn't be surprised.
"Did you -ngh- want to stay over?" Craig steadily nodded his head without any hesitation. "Fine." Tweek turned around in his seat, missing one of the biggest smiles I've seen from the blue-eyed teen.
"Aww, you look so happy." His smile quickly disappeared, playfully elbowing Clyde in the arm. "This is going to be awesome! If Token was here, it'd be the four of us again! Plus Josh but still!" Turning my windshield wipers on, I slowly drove out of the parking lot and onto the road. I suppose we'll have to make a couple of accommodations this evening.
Day 3, 20:49:
"So? What does that have to do with me?" Lying back in my leather chair, I held the phone closer to my ear.
"Just thought you'd like to have an update on what's going back at the Institute since you're busy playing babysitter." Laughing, I opened my laptop, entering my password.
"Are you calling my patient a baby? That isn't very nice to say."
"He might be eighteen years old but isn't his biggest issue have to do with being in a relationship? Seems pretty childish to me."
"And that my friend is why I think you're an idiot." Hearing a groan, I opened up my emails, revealing thirty-two unread messages. "If you've forgotten, weren't you having an issue with your girlfriend? Something about how she wants to move in with you but you feel it's too early."
"All right fine. Sheesh, forget I said anything. By the way, when do you think we'll be going back?"
"Not sure yet. Things are getting pretty interesting right now."
"Really? This town is actually keeping your interest? That's surprising." Smirking, I began reading the first email. "Usually it's hard to keep your interest in anything except for crazy patients." Another attempted escape? We've been having too much of those recently. Something has to be wrong. Sighing, I deleted the message. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just reading an email about another escapee."
"I was just telling you about that. Didn't you ask what it had to do with you?" Listening to him sigh, I kept quiet. "Some of the patients are restless. I mean, it's not like we're a nursing home where we're supposed to take care of patients with only dementia. We also have ones that were deemed mentally insane, dangerous enough to keep them from society."
"Why are you telling me as if I'm not aware of this?"
"Then why were you sighing?"
"Because it's unfortunate. We can offer all the help we can but nothing will work if they can't or won't accept it."
"Philosophical as usual." Opening the next message, it contained updates of my former patients. "How's your patient anyway? What was his name again? Tweek?"
"Excuse me but you should know his name by now. Anyway, he's doing well. I'm starting to think it might be a waste of time being here."
"Why's that?"
"All I've done this past week is give advice. He's been keeping up on his medication but so far, there hasn't been a need for me to interfere with anything."
"Isn't that your job? To give your patients advice so they can be normal? You just want to deal with crazy patients so you can either fix or break them."
"Oh? What are you trying to say?" Focusing on the conversation, he began laughing.
"Nothing, nothing. Don't be so serious. But it's a good thing that all you're doing is giving advice. It's a sign that he's recovering." Twirling in my chair, I stared out the window, watching the snow continue to fall.
"The Director said that too."
"Hey, if that's the case, maybe we'll be back in a week or two. And you can come right back to your cozy office driving patients off the edge."
"Perhaps. But if that were to occur, it'd be much more fun to drive you off the edge first." Smiling, I waited for his response.
"It's not like you have to wait since I'm your butler for the time being. I can't believe they even sent me. I'm a fucking security guard! Exactly how much power does Richard have over the Institute?"
"I'm uncertain but it's a situation that the Director is personally looking into. I find it odd myself that he suddenly became an Area Director for Harbucks within a year or two. Even with his experience, it should have taken at least five years at the minimum."
"Are you saying there's something else going on?" Taking a deep breath, I turned back to my laptop.
"Perhaps but let's not think too much of it. Let's believe in his best intentions and continue to do our jobs."
"But what if it affects your patient?" Becoming slightly annoyed, I began rubbing my forehead.
"If it comes to that, I'll find a solution so that he won't be adversely affected. His mother isn't in a state where she can take care of herself, much less her son. And that's part of the reason why I'm here."
"For Richard's wife?"
"Yes. She's basically my second patient. So far, I've had to change her medication twice when she seemed delusional. At one point, she believed I was actually Tweek's friend instead of his doctor. Another time, she thought I was an intruder."
"Isn't that the same as dementia?" Shaking my head, I deleted the email regarding my former patients.
"At first glance, yes. But there's more to it. She passed some of her disorders to Tweek such as ADHD, PPD, Bipolar II disorder but she also has atelophobia, bibliomania and a sleeping disorder induced by caffeine."
"Wait, I didn't understand two of those."
"Atelophobia and bibliomania?"
"Yeah, what's that?"
"In her case, atelophobia are mental, emotional and physical symptoms. She has a fear of imperfection, which leads to constant worry. As such, that leads to chest pains, panic attacks, and hot or cold flashes. You may have seen her baking some pastries and then throwing out the ones that are actually pretty good."
"I actually did see her throw out some good looking ones. I thought maybe they expired or something."
"If only that were the case. She believes that they're not perfect and as such, that leads to her thought process of her being imperfect as well. As for bibliomania, it's obsessive-compulsive disorder, which involves the collection of books. I'm sure you've seen a lot of bookcases in this house, correct?"
"I thought she just liked to read. A bookworm or the sort."
"That's the best case scenario. Either way, the method she's been taken care of these past two years haven't been good for her health. I don't know what Richard's been doing but from my perspective, it's been satisfying her needs in a negative manner."
"Will she be okay?" Sighing, I looked out the window again, seeing nothing but snow.
"If this keeps up, no. She may even wind up at the Institute herself." Hearing him groan, I suddenly heard some glass clattering in the background.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. I don't know how I could have possibly dropped it." Must have been Mrs. Tweak dropping something.
"It's okay ma'am. I'll clean it up."
"Are you sure dear?"
"Of course. I'll be more than happy to do it. Hey, did you want me to bring anything upstairs for the kids?"
"Tweek's probably going to ask for another thermos of coffee. Might as well be proactive about it. As for his two friends, you can make some pizza for them. One cheese and one pepperoni and maybe some soda for drinks. With the way the snow is falling, classes will most likely be cancelled."
"Sure, anything for you?"
"Thanks but I'm still working on my latte. I'll talk to you later Edward." Hanging up, I placed my phone next to my laptop. Let's see here. This email is about the potential of creating an Institute in another state such as New York and expanding the current one to include a general hospital. That's interesting. Seeing my phone light up, I picked it up, seeing a phone call from Kenny. What could he possibly want? "How may I help you this evening?"
"You picked up!" Picking up a strong wind in the background, it sounded like he was outside. "So the heater in my house isn't working and I'm freezing to death so is it ok if I stay over at your place?" His heater isn't working?
"How would you get over here in this weather? Aren't the roads barely drivable or even walkable?"
"I'm standing in front of Tweek's house." Laughing, I covered my face. How in the world did he know that I was staying here? Much less that this is Tweek's house? Is he even at the right house? Shaking my head, this guy is much more interesting than I thought.
"And what exactly does that mean to me?"
"Let's say I've seen your car come to this place a couple of times so I know you're probably staying here."
"My, are you stalking me?"
"It's not stalking. It's just a massive interest in getting to know someone."
"Otherwise known as stalking. I'll be right down." Hanging up, I stood up from my chair while wearing my slippers. Closing my laptop, I walked out of my room, making sure to lock the door behind me. I wonder if he knows that Craig and Clyde are here as well. Oh well, no matter. They won't be seeing one another this evening. Strolling down the corridor, I could hear loud chatter coming from Tweek's room. Sounds like they're having fun. Approaching his room, the door suddenly opened as Clyde walked out. Catching sight of me, he smiled as he began walking in my direction.
"Hey! We didn't get a chance to talk yet." Raising my hand, I began messing up his hair, earning a chuckle.
"It's fine. We can always talk another time. Besides, you should take this opportunity to bond with your friends. Didn't you say it's been a while since you guys have been together?" Pouting, he looked towards the wall.
"Yeah but I really wanna talk to you. And those two are kind of all over each other." Giving him a questioning look, he raised his hands to his chest. "Not in that way! I meant like they were cuddling and stuff."
"I see. Well, don't let that bother you too much. Would you like a room to yourself tonight?"
"Maybe but I don't think so. We're probably going to watch some movies or something. I was thinking of inviting Token so he could bring some video games."
"So why don't you?"
"Cause I'm not sure if Tweek would be okay with it."
"Did you ask him?" He shook his head. "Too nervous?"
"Just a little. It's been a while since I've seen Tweek and I don't want to mess up our friendship, you know?"
"Understandable. Have you heard of this quote: a ship is safe in harbor but that's not what ships are for." Shaking his head, I smiled. "What do you think it means?" Staring up to the ceiling, he held a hand to his chin.
"No idea." Laughing, he brought his eyes back down to me.
"Think about it. When ships are out to sea, there will always be dangers. Malnourishment, sinking, storms, etc. But ships have to overcome these obstacles to reach their destination. It's very similar to having courage. Courage is doing what you are afraid to do. Understand?" Steadily nodding, I patted his head again. "So go ask him then. The worst thing that can happen is that he'll say no."
"I guess. I'll talk to you later then?"
"You have my number." Nodding, we passed each other as I could hear Tweek and Craig laughing about something. Reaching the stairs, I walked down to see Kenny sitting on one of the couches. Seems like he was at the right house after all.
"Man, you know how to keep someone waiting. I could have froze to death out there." Peering out of the corner of my eye to see Edward, he stood in between the living room and kitchen.
"Sir, he says he knows you. Is that true?"
"Indeed it is." Without another word, the security guard walked into the kitchen.
"Didn't know you had a butler." Smiling, I shrugged my shoulders.
"Looks like there are things you still don't know." Standing up from the couch, some snow fell off him as he walked closer until he stood in front of me.
"Where should I sleep? Down here?" Shaking my head, I turned around.
"Follow me." Climbing the stairs, instead of taking the direct route to my room, I began taking the long way. "I'd give you a guest room but unfortunately, the rooms haven't been set up yet."
"As long as it has something I can sleep in, it doesn't matter."
"You'll be sleeping in my room tonight."
"Is that so?" Feeling his arm swing over my shoulders, I took a glance, seeing a grin. "Does that mean we'll be sleeping together?"
"I wonder if these are your teenage hormones talking or sex addiction."
"Maybe you should take a closer examination of me doctor." Seeing his smile widen, I sighed, looking away. If he knows I'm a doctor, the situation will change, making this more complicated than I anticipated.
"If you're into roleplaying, why don't you pretend you're a patient who's been induced to a coma?" Laughing, he patted me on the back.
"But that'd be boring." Time to change the subject.
"So has your heater always been broken?"
"Just as I expected, you're pretty smart. It's been broken for a couple of days now but I don't have the money to get another one. The cold doesn't bother me that much but the snow is making it worse." Suddenly smelling some type of odor, I stared at the blondie who was latching onto me. "What?" Bringing my nose closer, there was a faint stench coming from him. "Are we going to do it in the hallway? You're such a perv." Making a left, we were a couple of steps away from my room.
"When we get in my room, you're going to take a shower. Then you're going to give me your clothes so we can clean them. They'll be ready in the morning. In the meantime, I'll give you spare clothes to wear." Seeing his eyes widen a bit, he removed his arm.
"You don't have to do all of that. I only asked for a place to sleep."
"And as payment for getting a place to sleep, you'll follow my requests." Staying silent, we made it back to my room without running into Tweek or his friends. Unlocking the door, I let him inside first before locking the door behind me.
"Do you have a roll out bed or something?" Scanning the room, he began walking around.
"No but it's fine. You can have the bed." Turning back to me, he gave a suspicious look.
"And where will you sleep?" Pointing at the chair, he glanced towards it. "You're kidding right?"
"Don't worry. I'll most likely be doing some homework the whole night, especially if classes will be cancelled tomorrow." He shook his head.
"I'll take the chair if you don't have a spare bed." Smiling, I laid a hand on his shoulder, causing him to stare at me.
"I said that for getting a place to sleep, you'll follow my requests." Clicking his tongue, he took off his orange parka, letting it drop to the floor. Revealing a white, plain t-shirt, he had an average build, which was surprising. I thought he'd be skinnier with his financial situation. "The bathroom's over there?" Jerking his head towards the door, I nodded. "Towel?"
"You can use the one in there. When you take off the rest of your clothes, leave them outside and I'll have spare clothes prepared for you." Following my direction, he opened the white door, walking into the bathroom. Closing it behind him, I picked up his parka, folding it on my bed. This looks really worn out. Doesn't he have another jacket?
"My clothes are outside."
"Okay. Feel free to use the toiletry inside. I'll have a toothbrush brought up as well." Hearing the door close, I took my phone out, texting Edward to bring up a toothbrush and clothes for Kenny.
Edward: All right. I'll be up in a few. I also brought up some pizza to the kids. Seems like Mrs. Tweak was proactive tonight.
To Edward: Thanks.
Eric: stan's gonna look 4 u
To Eric: Why?
Placing my phone on the desk, I sat in my chair, opening up my laptop. Returning to my emails, I opened up the next one. Hmm, more funding is required for the expansion of the Institute. In search of a doctor who can represent the Institute to private companies to request additional funding. Hearing a sound, I looked over to my phone, seeing a new message.
Eric: what do u think?
Shaking my head, I put my phone to sleep mode. Deleting the e-mail, I opened up the next one. Appears to be from another doctor. Let's see, requesting assistance with one of my former patients. Regression is starting to occur without my presence.
Knock-Knock
Standing up, I unlocked the door, seeing Edward holding black sweats and boxers, a gray t-shirt, and a blue toothbrush. "Here are the things you asked. Where will he be sleeping?" Taking everything from him, I placed it on top of the bed.
"Here. I'm sure you can understand why."
"I suppose." Glancing to the bathroom, the rest of Kenny's clothes were on the floor. Picking them up, I began folding them: orange pants, white t-shirt, and boxers with red hearts on them. "Nice boxers."
"Do you mind putting them in the washer? I'd like them done by tomorrow morning."
"Yeah, sure. Just a quick question. If he's sleeping in here, where are you going to sleep?"
"Most likely the chair as I'm giving him my bed." Grunting, he took off with Kenny's clothes as I locked the door. Hearing the bathroom door open, I looked over, seeing him come out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was long enough that it was actually covering parts of his face. "Do you mind drying yourself? I'd prefer if you didn't wet the floor." Without a word, he went back inside the bathroom, doing what I asked. "Oh? You're being quite docile."
"That's cause you're doing all this shit for me." Grinning, I passed him his clothes.
"Have you eaten anything yet?" Picking up a loud noise from his stomach, his face flushed. "I'll take that as a no. I'll see if I can get some pizza up here."
"Why are you being so nice?"
"What do you mean?" Gazing at me, I watched him, waiting for him to answer my question.
"You weren't like this earlier today. You're like a whole different person." Sighing, I laid in my bed, staring up to the white ceiling.
"Don't concern yourself with how I act. Just take it as it comes."
"If you say so." Glancing over, he began drying his hair with a smaller towel. He actually has a medium build, not too fat or skinny. It's a good in between but odd. I wonder what he's been eating to maintain his weight. "Like what you see?"
"I'd like it better if you had some clothes on." Grinning, he became slightly annoyed, closing the bathroom door. Within a minute or two, the door opened up again, revealing a fully dressed Kenny. Watching him, he strolled to the end of the bed before getting on top of it. Lying next to me, I could smell my body wash on him.
"You know, you could sleep next to me."
"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." About to get up, I stopped when I felt a hand on my own.
"I promise I won't jump you or anything. I just…" Seeing him look away, he kept quiet while biting on his lower lip. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he brought his blue eyes to meet my brown ones.
"There's no need to force yourself. If you want me to sleep next to you, I will. I just need to do some work first, okay?"
"Okay." Standing up, I sat back in my chair, giving Kenny another look.
"I'll have dinner brought up so just relax while you're here."
Day 4, 02:32:
"When are you going to sleep?" Taking a pause in typing, I peered over to the blonde who was lying underneath my blanket. He looked exhausted with the bags forming underneath his eyes. Weird, I could have sworn I was being quiet.
"I'm sorry. Did I wake you up with my typing?"
"No… I've just been waiting." Puzzled, I saved my memo before closing my laptop.
"You've just been lying there for the past three hours waiting?"
"I'm pretty patient." Grinning, I stood up from my chair, turning off the desk lamp while lying next to him. "About fucking time."
"You could have just gone to sleep you know."
"I didn't think it'd be right since you're my host."
"You have a strange way of thinking. I haven't yet figured you out but I will soon." Hearing a chuckle, I looked over to him but couldn't really see anything in the darkness.
"So confident. In that case, maybe I should figure you out too."
"That's if you can."
"Is that a challenge?" Grinning, I shrugged my shoulders.
"Take it as you will." Hearing him turn around, I looked up to the window. I wonder if it's still snowing. It's going to be a pain cleaning the driveway in the morning.
"Thanks for letting me sleep over." Oh? He's being well-mannered now. Too bad he can't be like this all the time.
"You're very welcome."
Author's Note: And we're at the end of the chapter! Do you guys like reading it from Josh's or Tweek's POV? Personally, I like a little mix. Until next time everyone! Don't forget to write a comment and subscribe to the story! Send me your thoughts and opinions and I'll see you in the next chapter!