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Why Not?

"Ah, thank you so very much Mrs. Tweak." Kenny sends the woman a toothy grin.

'God what a cheeky little bastard.' Craig muses at Kenny's often displayed charming antics.

The two boys sit on either side on Tweek who is happily enjoying his coffee.

"Kenny what am I supposed to be filming?"

"Tweek how much coffee do you drink?" Craig's question goes ignored as Kenny is much too concentrated on the caffeine junkie.

"Gah! Umm w-one cup when I get up, another before I l-leave for school! –Ack! Another when -Jesus!" Kenny quickly grabs the cup from the boys trembling hands before it's contents are spilt. "Oh God! Sorry!"

"It's cool dude. Another when?" Kenny remains calm as usual.

"Ah! T-two at lunch, one r-right when I get home, andanotherfordinner! Eng! And one more when I take my pills beforeIgotosleep!

"You sleep?" The raven camera holder asks flatly.

"Ah! F-for the past few years I have been!"

"What do you take Ritalin or something?" Kenny enquires. Tweek nods spastically.

"Ah! Calms me down man!" For some unknown reason, at that moment Craig can't help but smile. It was probably at the irony of the situation in front of him.

"Did you just smile?" Kenny looks past the camera to the brunette. With that the smile disappears almost as quickly as it had appeared.

"No."

"Yes you did!" Kenny grins and makes a grab for the camera.

"You're gonna break it dumbass." After the blond's victory he holds the camera up to film Craig. The irritated boy flips his straight black bangs out of his eyes before flippin' the bird.

"Awe come on smile Craig! Don't you wanna see him smile, Tweek?" Kenny moves the camera to face the tweaker.

"Pressure!" The small boy's bony fingers fly to his face to shield it from the lens.

"Awe you two are making me sad!" Kenny pouts. He removes a hand from the camera and attempts to move Tweeks' hands away from his face. The warm touch of the larger boys' hands to small blonds' cold fingers relaxes the trembling boy for a moment long enough for Kenny to get a few seconds of Tweek's big brown eyes completely open without any blinking or twitching.

"Eng!" Suddenly a shiver runs through the boy ruining the silent moment.

"Kenny, do something productive." Craig moves to try and snatch the camera again.

"But I did your mom yesterday!" Tweek actually cracks a smile and begins to laugh. The self appointed cameraman films the boy who's uncontrollably laughing to the point of hitting his head on the wall behind him.

"Ah! Christ man!" He yelps in pain. Craig quickly moves close to the teen.

"You okay?" The brunette pulls the small boy closer to him, attempting to show compassion.

'Oh how cute, Tweek's blushing. Poor kid probably lacks physical contact, and then the two of us just barge in here and scare the shit out of him. Fuck I'm still filming!' Kenny quickly presses the red button and the device beeps, signaling it's off.

"I'm f-fine." Tweek mumbles trying desperately to look away from Craigs' intimidating grey blue eyes.

"Alright love birds let's keep this party rolling. Shall we move this shindig to the kitchen? Get a few words from your parents on the matter?"

"Sounds good." Craig replies. Kenny offers Tweek a hand to which he reluctantly obliges. The boys walk to the kitchen where they find Tweek's mother.

"In the kitchen, exactly where she should be." Kenny announces under his breath. The comment earns a swift elbow to the gut from the brunette beside him.

"Oh hello boys. Do you need more coffee?"

"Yes!" Tweek screeches and darts for the pot. The other two friends politely decline the offer and Craig begins to film again.

"Do you boys need anything?'

"Actually we were wondering if we could ask you a few questions." Kenny asks in a professional tone. Well more like the kind of tone that's professional to an untrained eye, but would never fool your friend's, kind of tone.

"Of course." The woman pours herself another cup of coffee.

"How long has your husband's coffee shop been under his management?"

"About twenty years now."

"So before Tweek was born?"

"Yes."

"Has the shop always done well for itself?"

"Well not exactly… Quite frankly the Tweak Blend tastes like two-week-old sewage slush containing vomit and carcass. But I suppose some people like it." The blond interrogator tries his best to keep the laughs down, but can't help but crack a smile.

"Do you use his blend at home?"

"Oh heavens no! Just in the first maker there you see on the counter. The second and third brewing machines hold 'Maxwell's House' coffee."

"Gah! W-what if he finds out your lying? Jesus Christ! Pressure! H-he'll kill us both!"

"Now Tweek what have I told you about joking about death? It's not a joking matter."

"Ah! He'll sell me to some Mexican rapists that'll use me in the underground sex trade! Ah! I can't take that kinda pressure man!" Tweek sinks to the floor and pulls mercilessly at his unruly hair.

'This movie is going to be epic.' Kenny thinks to himself, as he can no longer hold back his laughter. The blond sends Craig a thumbs up, to which he returns with a bit of a grin.

"Tweek it's time for you to go take your medication and get some rest." His mother says sternly with her hands on he hips.

"Eng! Ok!"

"How many pills do you take anyway?" Craig asks from behind the camera.

"J-just one before bed! Ah!"

Just over an hour later the small blond can be found in a dazed and confused manor leaning against the wall in the corner of his room on the floor. Craig and Kenny have already stripped to their pajama pants and t-shirts, and are now watching the boy halfheartedly.

"Holy shit dude. He looks like he just took a fucking hit."

"No kidding." Craig is lazily holding the camera at the blond who is falling in and out of consciousness.

"Why is he on the floor?"

"Cause no one bothered to move him to his bed."

"Well should we?"

"Probably. It is his room after all."

"Yeah and that position 'll give him a sore neck."

"Hm." Craig flips the camera window closed and turns it off. Both the boys get up to lift the blond to his bed and tuck him in.

"Fuck. The kid sure is heavier then he looks." Kenny arches his back in a stretch.

"Well he's practically dead weight right now."

"Gnomes…" Both boys whip back around to look at the dormant teen. "Uh… don't let the gnomes get me…" The boy suddenly falls asleep completely.

"I wish we would have gotten that on tape." Kenny chuckles. The two boys settle in on the floor for the night.

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