The Boring Misadventures of Craig and Co.
Misadventure 4: War
On more than one occasion Tweek has ended up pulling out a clump of hair. It wasn't until the fourth time, when I had noticed a bald spot on his head, that I began to stop him. He'd reach up, and as soon as he grabbed his hair, I pulled his hands away. I never realized how often he actually did it though. It seemed like every second I was pulling Tweek's hands away from his hair.
Really, why wasn't this kid bald already?
Not long after, Token and Clyde got the drift of what I was doing. We all became a part of the 'Stop Tweek From Balding' campaign. If I wasn't pulling his hands down, Clyde was. If Clyde wasn't, Token was. Tweek always got pretty irritated at us for it. He appreciated our efforts, but us suddenly throwing our hands at him scared him shitless.
One time we scared him so bad he dropped the coffee he had in one of his hands. God, was he pissed. Especially since it was his favorite cup and we indirectly broke it. Clyde and Token were treated to heavy silent treatment. I, of course, got the bitchiest part of the spaz. Like always.
Every time my middle finger went up in its usual manner, it would smacked down by Tweek. The first few times, I was giving him weird looks. Then I was giving him dirty looks. Then I was pissed.
Then it was all out fucking war.
It was more than just attacks on his hands and my middle finger too. Every chance I got I scared Tweek. Pranks, false alarms, sneaking up on him, or using Stripe. If it scared him, I used it. At first, the war was pretty one-sided. I think it was mostly because it was undeclared, and Tweek probably had no idea what was going on. You know, other than that I was being a complete asshole, which wasn't new. I could tell when he realized though. When it became more than just slapping my poor middle finger.
Tweek did anything in his power to make me annoyed. He purposely woke me up when I was sleeping in class, switched out my hot chocolate for coffee (disgusting...), and even gave my an uppercut when I scared him. By the look he gave me, I knew it wasn't some damned reflex. At one point, he actually ditched Clyde, Token, and I during lunch and after school to hang out with fucking Stan Marsh and those other douchebags.
The bastard really knew how to push my buttons. He knew how possessive I can get with Clyde, Token, and him. It pissed me off incredibly when Clyde went to go hang out with Kevin or Token decided to hang out with Wendy or Tweek went to go hang out with Stan and company because he's somehow still friends with them. It irritated me especially when they did it without telling any of the others or me.
And would you look at that. He pressed two buttons at once.
We really only stopped when we got in an argument, and Token got mad at us. Trust me. When Token got mad or annoyed at us for something, it was a big red stop sign for us. It was also a sign for us to apologize, something I didn't really want to do. I actually thought I didn't do anything wrong. That was just my state of mind though. You know, I'm not called an asshole for nothing.
Tweek, though, didn't hesitate to start bawling and say sorry. Token always had that guilty effect on him. Then thanks to Clyde, Tweek and I had to do a sort of awkward bro hug.
It's been a week since then. We're all hanging out in Tweek's kitchen while Tweek makes coffee for himself and hot chocolate for the rest of us. When he serves it, I make sure to sniff it a bit before drinking it. Just in case, you know.
Clyde is teasing Tweek, and Tweek is getting nervous like always. Out of the corner of my eye, I see one of Tweek's hands reach up to his hair.
Smack!
Crash!
"GAH! WHAT THE FUCK!?"
AN: I managed to squeeze this in during my last minute homework.
When I get to the next one, it's gonna be involving more of Clyde and/or Token. They need more love too.
I also started working on a suggestion I received... which is I wanna write but homework and some writer's block isn't letting me.
P.S. It's a big headcanon of mine that Tweek and Craig are assholes to each other.