Author's Note: don't talk to strangers!
Creek Grrl: How are you confused? NO! They don't! Are you drunk? Oh God, don't be drunk! You're 15! Too young to be drinking! YAY! I feel so loved!
Amberpaw1999: Teehee. I was hoping someone would notice that... YAY!
FluffyBunny2k11: One, two, Fattie's coming for you! That's okay. Sometimes we forget! I know! Well tell your second soul to teach you.
R: I cliffhang, because I'm a meanie! What would you do if you did? Well, who wouldn't? Oooh... Awesomesauce!
IhateMarySue'sSoooooMuch: Oh dear. XD I didn't mean cute as in attractive, I meant cute as in the mocky way! Your Gaydar goes off when Clyde speaks? Oh dear...
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Chapter 11: Observing isn't stalking.
Another day of confusion and stress survived.
After lunch, which was spent as Tweek telling his amnesia-struck friends about his sudden dysfunction with his parents, the day was a big blur. Mrs. Larapie softened up to the students a little, which is weird, but it's not like anyone preferred the mean, bitchy version of her. She yelled less, she let the students sit where they wanted, she even helped them with their homework! Tweek thought that Mrs. Larapie's sudden kindness was more confusing than how nobody remembered him.
Then when the bell rang for the end of the day, all the students ran out to either get on the bus or in their parents' car. Tweek, however, walked out and sat on the curb in front of the school. Not sure where he was going to go.
He watched his friends get on the bus. Some of them stared back at him, feeling bad since they already know how the spazzy boy has nowhere to go. And Craig, well, I guess you can say that he knew how bad the situation is more than the others, for he glared at Tweek, encouraging him to get on the bus before it leaves.
Tweek obeyed the stare. He got up from the curb and got on the bus. He sat alone, all his friends seemed to have a best friend. Good feeling? No. Not at all. But he still had the honor of eavesdropping in people's conversations. That's not something he normally does (or likes doing) though he remembered what Craig told him in the morning about observing people.
"Then he was all like, 'I still think you're hot, babe.' And I was like, 'really? After what you said? God, you're such a douche!" One girl in the seat behind him whined. By her voice, it was easy to tell she is a fifth of sixth grader.
"Jeff is just like that!" The girl's friend replied. "He just uses me up like I'm some kind of 'sex kitten.'"
Sex Kitten? What's that? Is that when people have- Ew, No bestiality. No bestiality. That's gross.
"Jeff is a jerk, you should dump him." The first girl said.
"I know, I should. But, you know, I can't. If I do, Brittney will date him and I'll be a loner." The second girl replied.
Obviously Jeff is a no good, lying, cheating jerk who doesn't care about you. Why are you putting up with him? Jesus! Where's your self respect? Tweek then freaked out. "Holy Cheese! I-I feel like one of those t-talk show women giving out relationship a-advice!"
"Excuse me? What did you say?" Tweek turned to see who asked him the question. A girl who looked to be about 11.
"AGH! A-are you the one who's d-dating Jeff?"
"Uh, yeah? Why? You got some problem with that?" Sudden pitch change in her voice. What?
"N-No."
"Good, 'cause I don't care what others say. They can be jealous if they want, but I don't care. He's my boyfriend and that's my business." The 11 year old told him with seemingly fake pride.
"Th-that's not what I h-heard." Inside Tweek is kicking himself for getting involved. Why doesn't this ever happen to Craig?
"What you tryin' to say?"
"You s-said yourself, Jeff uses you u-up." Tweek couldn't believe he was doing this. "You sa-sad, if you break up w-with him, he'll just d-date Brittney. I mean, come o-on! Where's your self r-respect? He doesn't c-care about you! He's n-not going to be your only b-boyfriend! Dump him! He's obviously n-no good."
The 11 year old girl stared at him. She wasn't expecting that to come out of his mouth. "Um... Wow..." The girl stayed quiet. She didn't even speak until she and her friend got off the bus. Tweek continued observing the girls from out the bus window. Wondering if all girls were like that. Annoying, stupid, whiny, have no self regards what-so-ever.
Thwap! Tweek felt someone sitting next to him. Craig.
"Hey." Craig boredly greeted.
"W-what are you doing here?" Tweek asked.
"I need to tell you something."
"Yeah?"
"You can't go home. Can't go to a friend's house. Wanna come to mine?"
"What?"
Craig facepalmed and repeated, "You want to stay at my house until you find out whatever the hell to do with yourself?"
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah!" Tweek smiled. That problem has been taken care of. Now just, hmmmmm... how many more problems? WHO KNOWS!
Craig nodded and when back to his original bus seat. Three more stops until I get to my new home.
"Okay, you were here this morning, so I know that you know that you get this place." Craig said when he and Tweek walked through the door.
"Hey, emo freaks." Someone greets them in the living room.
"Ruby, how are you home so early?" Craig asked his sister.
"Oh, you know. Someone didn't take me to school." Ruby replied.
"I did. You were too stubborn to come out the door with us."
"Whatever. You know, I even had a spelling test today!"
"No. You didn't."
"Huh? How would you know?" Ruby inquired.
"Probably because no teacher in their right mind gives a spelling test on a Tuesday." Craig answered.
"But! Mr Fisher-"
"So anyways, Tweek. You need to get yourself some clothes."
"I-I do?" Tweek asked.
"Yeah."
"Where would I g-get any?"
"We're going to try something." Craig said.
"What are you up to?" Ruby demanded. "Mom wouldn't be okay with this!"
"Mom doesn't care."
"Yes she does!"
"But this has nothing to do with her."
She sounds like a horrible mother. Tweek thought. He watched as Craig and Ruby continued their little "argument." It was more like a talk-off to see who was smarter and gave the better comebacks than the other.
Exactly like how it was in the morning, Ruby got frustrated and gave up. Meaning Craig is the smarter one.
Craig told Tweek to stay in the living room as he went upstairs to put his book bag away. Ruby kept giving Tweek a cold stare.
"So, are you some kind of emo freak like I think you are?" The little girl finally said.
"N-no. These a-are Craig's old clothes. I r-really needed some since I have n-none." Tweek responded.
"Why don't you have any clothes?"
Tweek shrugged, not enjoying any part of the conversation.
"Out the door Tweek." Craig shouted, walking down the steps.
"Where a-are we going?"
"To your house."
"B-but, we can't go th-there!" Tweek opposed.
"When do your parents get off work?"
"A-around four."
"Then yes we can." Craig stated blankly.
Aside from Tweek's protests, the two boys walked out the door and headed towards the spazzy boy's house. It wasn't until about a quarter of the way to their destination that Tweek quit trying to get Craig to not go to his old home. In conclusion, silence.
"Did you notice how the substitute suddenly became nicer at the end of the day?" Craig asked, about halfway to their targeted area.
"Y-yeah," Tweek replied. "Hey Craig?"
"Yeah?"
"H-how come you never g-get in trouble for observing?"
"What do you mean?" Tweek told him about the incident with the 11 year old girl on the bus. Craig shook his head. "When I observe people, I watch their behavior and notice how they react to certain situations. What you did was a flat out Nosy Nancy move."
"Oh..."
"You seriously need to think things over sometimes, dude. It could get you out of a lot of trouble."
If only I could use my head...
Short chapter? Yes... But guess what? THIS STORY IS FINALLY GOING TO GO SOMEWHERE! Yep, 11 chapters was all the time I needed to think about it... Jesus, I am a blonde!
Anyways, I started reading A Million Little Pieces. Don't know what that is? You know that episode of South Park where Towelie writes a book called a Million Little Fibers because he needed money to pay for rent? Yep, that book is the real one! I'm too young to be reading it, but eh. I've seen and read worse...
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