A/N: This is the second half of the prologue. After this, it's the high school goodness. I promise XD
Apologies
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"What the hell do you think you're doing, Tweek? Craig said, his eyes squinted and pupils staring a hole through mine.
"Ack!" I yelped, letting go of the remote, leaving it to smash onto the tile floor.
Craig turned from his side to face me. "Well? Trying to sneak in some more hits while I'm unconscious or something?"
"N… no, Craig! Seriously! I just wanted the rem… mote!" I said, franticly.
Craig lifted a swollen eyebrow and glanced at the remote, lying on the floor. With that, he flipped me off and turned back over.
"Well?" I said.
"Well what?" came Craig's muffled response.
"I dunno…" I said, which was true. I reached down and picked up the remote. When I stood upright again, Craig was staring at me again.
"Gah!"
"Oh, calm down," Craig said. "Listen, Tweek… I really never wanted to fight you."
"Me neither! Augh! I have no idea how or why… jeez, stupid Stan! I can't believe I believed the crap he told me! I'm so gullible! What was I…"
"Dude, we're both idiots, okay? Let's just agree to put this bullcrap behind us now. God knows how much Red Racer I've missed because of this," Craig said with disdain.
"I'm sorry!" I blurted out. I felt kind of intimidated by Craig's coolness about the whole situation.
Craig smiled. "Yeah, me too. I also have half a mind to knock the crap out of Fatass when I get back to school."
Taken aback by Craig's reaction, I just blinked and agreed. "Yeah, me too, dude! Goddamn, those assholes are gonna get it!"
"Sweet," was Craig's simple response. "Now, gimme the remote, Tweek. Red Racer's coming on in a few minutes."
"Oh… oh, yeah. Yeah, here," I said, handing over the remote. With smiles coming from both of our faces, I think it was at that moment my friendship with Craig was born.
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