Eight reviews~ Much better. Here's chapter fifty-three!
~With Craig And Tweek~
"Y-you bloody twat! I told you to drive slowly!" Tweek screeched as Craig's car pulled up outside of his house. The black-haired teen faced his boyfriend and grinned slyly before replying. "You didn't tell me to drive slowly; you asked me to drive slowly. It was a request and I denied it."
The blond's cheeks burned with heat from embarrassment and indignation. "Y-you're a smarmy fucker; you know that, right?" He muttered to himself as he unbuckled his seatbelt as quickly as possible so he could remove himself from the devil car. He swore that the car engine had been laughing as he had screamed earlier.
Craig laughed loudly in response, slamming the car door shut behind him as he rose from the driver's seat and locked the car with his keys. Tweek walked around from his side of the car to stand next to Craig, now facing the front door.
Suddenly, the blond's anxiety returned and he started to shudder and shake. Craig noticed this and slung his arm over the twitching teen's shoulder to comfort him. He stilled almost instantaneously. "You're going to be fine. You've already, sort of, met my Mom and you were fine, right?" The grey-eyed teen asked.
The green-eyed boy beside him exhaled a quivering breath and nodded in agreement. "Good. You'll be fine now then as well."Craig told him before smiling and began walking Tweek to the front door of his house, keeping his arm around him if he tried to run away. They stood in front of the closed door for a few seconds, before Craig threw it open, scaring the living daylights out of Tweek, and announced "I'm home. And I brought Tweek."
His mother and father came running in from the kitchen to the living room and his mother smirked when she saw the blond. The smirk unnerved Tweek. It reminded him of a certain red-headed girl. Who was currently absent he noted in the back of his mind, but he didn't pay it any attention. "Like mother like daughter." He thought to himself as Craig started a conversation with his father, who kept getting hit over the head with one hand by his wife while she flipped him off with the other.
~Ruby's Point Of View~
"Fuck Craig. Fuck Mum and Fuck Dad. How can they let that condescending bastard bring his boyfriend home?" The red-headed girl complained into her pillow. She was lying on top of her bed on her stomach while Nicki Minaj "Whip it" played in the background, blasting from her speakers. "Why is that fucker so happy when I can't be?" The girl wailed, tears of anguish streaking down her cheeks. When the front door opened downstairs and she heard faint voices, her mother's, father's and her elder brother's, she screamed into the soaked fabric of her bed sheets, only drowned out when she turned the volume of her speakers up with the remote next to her, still face down the in pillow.
Should I change the genre of this story? From Romance/Drama to Romance/Humour? What do you guys think will get more views? P.S. I bloody love that song at the minute, especially the male version! XD Review please!
