Part eleven for my lovely readers! I am hyper because I have been drinking a chocolate frappachino from Starbucks, at twelve o'clock at night because I was at my friend's house until ten and I needed something with a lot of sugar to get me through writing today's chapter for you all. Enjoy the fruits of my labour!
"Hey, Tweek, we better start thinking about how we are going to do this shitty project." Craig told the blond, who was now lying on his back on the carpeted floor with Stripe on his chest, laughing like a child. "OK, C-Craig." The blond continued laughing, then abruptly stopped and sat up in realisation, Stripe falling from his chest and into his lap, not that the guinea pig would complain; he was being cuddled by his new friend after all.
Craig wondered what was wrong with Tweek, but then he remembered his last, correction, the last, beating that Craig had given him, and would ever give him again, that very morning, telling him not to ever say his name. Craig cursed himself, walked closer to the coffee addict and comforted the blond. "Don't worry about that bullshit that I told you earlier, I was just really pissed off and I took it out on you. I'm sorry." And Craig was sorry. He was pissed off because he knew he could never have Tweek, so, to make his self-conscious feel better for all these years, he had been the one to push Tweek away.
Tweek gave a weary nod and picked up Stripe from the floor and put him back in his cage where he started running on his wheel. "W-well, we're doing Romeo and Juliet… So… who's the, nngh, chick going to be?" Tweek asked, worrying his lip between his teeth in anticipation.
Craig was mentally saying "You love screwing me over, don't you?" to God as the blond performed the cute act, but composed himself enough to answer Tweek with "Juliet is going to be a guy so… Why don't we change the name to Jules first? And… I don't know if you noticed, but I would suck at showing emotion, especially with a character that's meant to be a girl, so, sorry dude, but you'll have to be 'Juliet' for the play." Tweek sighed in annoyance, but he had known it would work out that way, so he was sort of prepared for the outcome of the conversation.
"F-fine, Jesus Christ." Tweek said and he went to sit cross-legged on the floor when Craig held up his right hand and told him "The floor isn't very comfortable." As he went to sit on the bed, motioning for Tweek to follow, which he did.
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