Skeleton In The Closet
Chapter Three : Innocence and Corruption
If corruption had already taken root, then good seeds must be preserved.
Toba Beta
After school I walked Tweek home like nothing had ever happened. As I held his hand I watched him carefully as he shook and twitched and, every few seconds he'd let out an involuntary squeak. I wanted so badly to just throw his stupid coffee thermos away as far as the eye could see but I just couldn't. Maybe I'm just a piece of shit but I just don't know what to do in a situation like this. Kenny's words still lingering in my head though. Stuck on repeat.
"Look you obviously don't know jack shit about drug addiction but let me tell you this quitting cold turkey will fuck Tweek up. Suicidal thoughts. Depression. Insomnia and that's just some off the top of my head. Plus how do you think my parents pay rent? Everyone in this town has to live somehow and sure Tweeks fucked now but aren't we all."
Kenny was right as much as it pained me to say it I don't know shit about addiction. Hell I couldn't even tell my own boyfriend of three years was addicted to the stuff. I'm just some stupid kid. Tweek needs real help not the kind of help I can give him. Sure I can give him my support and my love and my attention. But what he really needs is some kind of professional help. Someone who understands what he's going through and can help him kick the stuff for good. He needs someone who knows how to help and that's just not me.
But that's not going to stop me. I'm smarter than that and I'm not alone. Tweek might be my boyfriend but he's also one of Clyde, Token, and Jimmy's best friends. After my talk with Kenny during lunch I had called an emergency super secret best friends meeting at my house after school. Token and Jimmy are wayyyy smarter than me and Jimmy knows a lot about drugs (he was addicted to steroids a few years back), Tokens rich and has a ton of resources to help me, Clyde...well Clyde's an idiot but I figured we'd need a mascot.
Walking into my house I spotted my three best friends sitting in my kitchen as my mom fed them cookies. What the fuck.
"Welcome home Craig. Did you want a snack sweetie," my mom asked me, flipping me the bird.
I flipped her off back, "No thanks mom sides' I told you to stop feeding the homeless," I replied gesturing towards my friends.
Token and Jimmy laughed it off while Clyde just looked like he was going to cry. What a baby.
"Super secret best friends meeting in my room asap," I told them turning around and heading up the stairs to my room.
Token and Jimmy followed obediently but I could hear Clyde whimpering about more cookies and buttering up my mom from the kitchen.
Once all four of us were in my room (Clyde happily munching on more cookies he scammed from my mom) I closed the door and locked it. I also closed the blinds. Super secret best friend meetings were no joke okay.
Jimmy was the first one to speak, "H-H-Hey Craig is everything okay b-bu b-buddy?"
It was so like Jimmy to worry about everyone else.
"No," I replied bluntly, "I need your help to do something really brave and really stupid that will probably get us killed."
"Killed," Clyde shrieked loudly.
I had never run so fast across my room before, slapping a hand over Clyde's mouth though, I did that daily.
"Shut up you wanna get us busted," I said lowering my hand and wiping it off on my jeans, Clyde had licked it. Sick fuck.
"Craig this sounds serious whats going on," Token asked.
Tokens always been the most normal and level headed out of all of us. He's also filthy rich so that's an added bonus.
"This is going to sound crazy but Tweeks parents are buying meth and using it in their coffee to make everyone, including Tweek, addicted to their coffee," I explained.
It sounded crazy even to my own ears. They all looked skeptical too. Jack asses what kind of best friends were they! They're suppose to take my words to heart and believe me.
"Craig if that's true than we should probably tell the police," Token said sitting down on my bed.
"Do you really trust the police to help," I asked him.
The police in this town were just as ignorant and trashy as the adults were. They couldn't tell their ass from their heads.
"Good point," Token said thoughtfully.
"Wh-wh-what are we suppose to do about it," Jimmy questioned.
"I have a plan," I announced, "Its super illegal."
Maybe I shouldn't have started like that but I've never claimed to be good with words. Ever. Token and Jimmy just looked curious while Clyde looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack.
"Oh god Craig I don't wanna be arrested and get ass rammed," Clyde started crying.
"Okay first off fuck you, there's nothing wrong with getting ass rammed Clyde, and second off were not gonna get in trouble," I told Clyde calmly while also giving him a front row seat to my one fingered show.
"Whys that," Clyde asked wiping off his tears.
"Y-Yeah Craig whats the p-plan," Jimmy inquired.
"Tonight we are going to find out where the drugs are being distributed and burn it down to ground," I said lifting Stripe out of his cage and petting him.