Craig fiddled with this fingers nervuosly, waiting for tweak to inter.
Butters patted his back softly, a friendley gesture to his nervuoss friend.
The banner was up, it said intervention on it. Clyde sat across from them, his hands shoved in his jackit pockits.
Craig was nervuos, he loved tweak but he was nervuos. Tweak had a problem, he has been engagin in dangerous drug use. but he had to stay strong, for hte both of them.
Then suddenley,
Tweak walked in.
Tweak tweaked around all over the place, glancing anxiuosly around the room as his eye found it way to the banner reading 'intevention"
"what the hell…" he grumbled, itching himself.]
"Hi tweak." butters greated cheerfylly, trying to keep the mood light.
"Hey" clyde interjects, his eyes with something impercepticble.
"Tweak…" craig moane softly.
"An intervention? Are u fucking kiddin me?" tweak screamed.
"Tweak, u have a problem." craig said, trying to gently lay bhis hand on tweaks shoulder.
"Let go of me! I can stop whenever i wanna!" tweak roared, shaking craigs hand off.
"But tweak! U have been doing way too much meth!" butters cried.
"Please,. Let us help yuo" craig sobbed.
"Fuclk u asshoels…" tweek muttered as he turned to leave.
Craig grabbed him by the wrist, turning him around to plant a long and sloppy kiss.
"Tweak u need help, we are taking u to rehab."
"NO!" tweak yelped.
"Its for ur own good." clyde said as the boys tyed tweak up and dragged him to craig's mom car.