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.
Ok so up the stairs. Check. Turn left. Check. The middle door that says.... "Mother fucker" I curse at the cut out letters. 'Twitch twitch'
Ugh I can't even be bothered right now. I turn the door knob and gasp at the sight. Micheal said the room was small. What the fuck is his definition of small?
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Pink and green. It's so calming just perfect. And there's a piano! A piano!!!!! And it pink!!!!!!!!!!
I throw myself onto the circular bed. "So comfortable" I sigh.
I notice a remote on one of my pillows. "I wonder what this is for" I click a random button being the curious person I am and gasp.
The light above my head turns black. So cool. If I click it again. Green. Again. Blue. Oh my god this is heaven.
I now forgive Michael for the words on the door. I'm about to go and see what's taking him so long when I hear yelling in the corridor. Something tells me I shouldn't get out of this room yet.
I can't help but overhear what's being said. "Oh my god when are you going to stop putting this off" a female voice yells. "Never someone like you isn't worth it." A monotoned masculine voice says in a strangely calm way.
"I thought you loved me!" She screams. "You and I both know that I never could" he raises his voice. "Owww you can't slap me." He argues. "Oh yes I can."
I can't take this anymore. Whenever mum and dad would fight I'd go to my room and play my keyboard. This time I get to play a piano.
I sit at the chair and relax my hands. Now what should I play. Classic. Oh I know
Beethoven.
Hopefully it's not annoying them.
I've been playing piano since I was about 3. The doctors recommended to my parents that I take up a sport or do something that I enjoy so that I'd learn to focus properly. Also to take my energy out on something.
I carry on playing not even realising that the shouting had entered my room.
"Where is she Craig?" "There isn't another girl Bebe I just don't like you"
A tall girl yanks my hand away from the piano. "Wait you're a guy?" "Uhhh last I checked was yesterday so yeah" she rolls her eyes and I turn to see a tall, dark haired guy in dark blue clothing wide eyed and gawping. Strange. Is he a friend of Michaels? Probably.
"Now if you'll excuse me." I yank my wrist away from her and start again. She growls and bashed her hands on the keys. "What now?!"
"Are you fucking my boyfriend" "Ex" I hear the guy mutter which makes me snigger. "Well I don't know is the sky blue?" She stomps her feet. "And if it were true technically I would assume he'd be fucking me, which by the way he is" I say as if it's nothing. I'm quite the actor when it comes down to it. I'm about to place my hand in the keys once again when that annoying voice interrupts me. "Your lying" she whines. "Am I?" I turn to him. "Am I?"
I think he sees that I'm trying to help him out here and smirks. "No honey your not" He takes a seat next to me on the piano stool. The girls face turns bright red with anger as she watches the guy put an arm around my shoulders.
He smells so earthy and I just so happen to notice his deep blue eyes. If I were an easy little whore I'd tap that for sure.
"If you haven't noticed Bebe I'm not into you because I'm into him." She huffs and storms out of the room.
"Ehem you can let go of me now." "Oh yeah s-sorry" he stammers. "Don't be" I once again attempt to go back to playing but people seem to love interrupting.
"Who are you? Where did you come from?" "Well my mummy and daddy had a few drinks one night and then abracadabra I appeared out of her vagina." I sat as if he's stupid.
"You know what I mean." He rolls his eyes.
"Dude come and get at least one of these bags they're Heavier than I expected." Michael calls. "Comingggg" I get up and pat the guys shoulder. He looks astonished and confused at the same time. Unless those words mean the same thing honestly I couldn't care less.
"Who's the tall guy with black hair?" "You mean me?" Michael laughs. "No dumb dumb the guy with the blue hat" I say more specifically. "Oooohhh you mean Craig. He's the guy that lives here with us. He's been my best friend since kindergarten, surprised you don't remember him actually."
I try to think back but no nothing. I can't say I remember him. It's probably my medication it makes my memory kinda foggy. I'll work on it.
"So I take it you've met then." He says to Craig, the guy who still looks perplexed. Michael lays the two bags he's carrying on my bed as I lay the other one down. "Not officially no" Craig says standing up.
"Is he a scout who is helping you in your old age?" "I'm 21 Craig it's not like Im going grey. Although it may suit me." He says suddenly in thought. "I'm actually a fellow escort" I say trying to sound serious. "For real?" Craig sounds so startled.
Micheal and I give each other a look and burst into laughter. "Good one bro" he gives me a fist pump. "Seriously? You can't see it?" Michael exclaims. "And here I was thinking it was obvious." I chuckle.
"What?!"
"Craig, I'd like you to meet my little brother Tweek, although you've already met about 9 years ago."
Craig looks at us probably comparing our differences and wondering why he didn't see it before. "Oh yeah I see now because I remember Micheal when he was blonde."
He looks shocked. "We do not talk of those dark, dark days" he hangs his head. "Don't you mean light, light days."
Michael huffs and leaves the room. "No funny business Tweek." "Seriously" He just closes the door.
