Tweek is moving in with his older brother Michael, as he wants to become more independent.
This leads to him meeting his brothers best friend.
Craig hasn't seen Tweek in ages and let me tell you, he likes what he sees.
I'm definitely not freaking out. Definitely not. If you think I'm freaking out then your crazy. Crazy I tell ya.
Oh my god. What if I don't like it. I'll come crawling back home, begging for them to take me back. Even though I'm the one who wanted to leave in the first place.
"Sweetie have you finished not panicking? We have to make a move on" "I'm not p-panicking" my eye does that annoying twitch thing. It only really happens when I'm stressed out. Along with the spazzyness, the shaking, the...... Do you know what I don't have to explain this.
"Ok, ok I think I'm ready." I have 3 suitcases packed and ready to go. I'll admit I brought 10 band tees with me but whatever. Deep down I guess I'd do anything to annoy Michael, You know the better older version of me basically.
He has his shit together(in my opinion). I mean sure mum and dad don't approve of his career choice. I don't see what's wrong with being a music producer anyway.
It was a risk but he's already done well. He gets paid that's all that matters to him. Well he also has a side job and I think that's what they're most disappointed about but whatever. If he wants to dance erotically for older men and women that's his call. Can't exactly stop him can I.
"Stop thinking about all the risks and live a little this was your idea hun." My mum pinches my cheek. "Owwwww" "Don't be a drama queen" she rolls her eyes and helps me with my bags shoving them into the car boot.
Dads at work so he doesn't even get to say goodbye. But it doesn't matter, literally, the house is only on the outskirts of South Park. The fucking rich side.
I think that says a lot when arguing about my brothers success. Well technically I was in a conflict with myself and... "Sweety did you take your pills?" My mom asks suddenly. Probably because I keep spacing out. "Yes I did" I groan while entering the car.
"All of them?" She questions while turning on the engine. "alprazolam, Adderall, concerta, taken them all with a nice cup of water which did not make either of them easier to swallow"
She sighs. I know she loves me but honestly I can take care of myself. That's of course why I've decided to live with Michael.
Maybe he's not the best influence but he's the only one I've got. And before you say 'oh what about your parents.'
Nah I don't even wanna go into that.
"We'll miss you ya know. Sometimes I just wanna lock you guys up and never let you go" "Pretty sure that's illegal mum" She chuckles.
"I'm gonna miss the way you take some things so seriously" "Mummmm that's not trueeee" I whine.
Her eyes lock on mine through the rear mirror. I groan. "Eyes on the road!" I hate it when people look at me.
After about half an hour of bickering we're here. "Finally I'll be able to get away from you."
I gaze in awe at the house before me. It's amazing. I've only ever seen it in a picture but now it's the real deal. I can't help but feel slightly out of place.
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^da house Gs^
"Watch your mouth mister"
I grab my bags.
"Need a hand" I hear that oh so familiar voice. I drop everything and run to Michael attacking him with a hug. "Dudeee" I sigh. "I've missed you so much"
"I was literally home a month ago" he chuckles. "Felt like an eternity."
He ruffles my hair with his perfectly manicured hand. I really need one my cuticles are crying in agony. I look around and something catches my eye.
"Since when did you learn to ride that death trap"
He turns to see what I'm pointing to. "Ha not mine. Our house mates."
Oh I didn't know we had a house mate. I'll probably be steering clear of him. You know since social interaction and I are worse enemies than James Charles and Tati.
"I think He's out for a while but he should be back later so you can officially meet." No, no, no.
Michael has always had the ability to sense my fear. "Don't worry he's not that bad." I've always been able to tell when Michael is lying. This is a lie.
"Hey mom!" Michael gives her a quick hug. She smiles at him with tears in her eyes. "I just want you to know that whatever you decide to do with your life I'll support it. I don't think I've ever told you that before and now feels like the time" He wipes a single tear from his eye. "Thank you."
"Now you two take care of each other." Yeah yeah we all know she was aiming this at Michael as she wants him to take care of me. I'm not that clueless.
"Bye mom." I wave at her as a way to say go away. I take the last suitcase out of the trunk and she drives off blowing me a kiss. "Finally am I right" he chuckles and gives me a fist pump.
"This is gonna be the best summer ever" I cheer. "Of course it is, with your cool hip brother" I roll my eyes.
"Is that a fall out boy shirt I see" he points to my top. "Yeahhh what else" He sighs. "So conformist" he mutters. "I heard that!" "That was my intention, anyway go up to your room I'll bring the suitcases." I stare at him blankly. "Oh rightttt, up the stairs turn left, the door in the middle that says 'Twitch twitch.'" I punch Michael in the arm. I know he doesn't mean it, but he probably does have it written on the door. I slowly enter the house and gasp at the interior.
It looks even bigger from the inside than it does from the outside.
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