My brothers best friend (South Park creek)

Chapter Nine

Craigs POV

Damn it this makes me look fat doesn't it?!

He's gonna think I'm ugly and then......
Ummm I forgot why I care so much about his opinion.
Maybe it's for a confidence boost?

Whatever.

I can't believe he got those colours wrong.
Fucking hilarious.

"Oi you guys are going off to like town right?"

"Uh yeah." I answer Michael who's basically still pulling up his trousers.

"Perfect! Here's $100 go get some groceries!"
"But we weren't gonna-"
"Oh also get the things on this list yeah? You can get whatever else you want with the rest of the money but I really need these."
He hands Tweek the list.

We exchange a glance and shrug.
"Don't worry bro got it covered, if he don't get the stuff I will."  Tweek rolls his eyes but you can tell that he's being genuine.

They really are close. In fact there's no doubt about that, it was clear from the first time I watched them interact yesterday.

We turn towards the stairs and after only 3 steps Michael once again feels the need to stop us.

"Wait a second!"

I turn around.
"What now man?"

"Did both of you just come from your room?" He asks suspiciously.
"And where's Heidi and Becca?"

"Ummm there's a good answer to both of those questions and I'll be willing to answer them.
Just click the link In the description and subscribe to calm the fuck down.
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Tweek rushes off down the stairs.
Michaels about to follow after the blonde when I stop him.

"Man I'm straight! Even if I wasn't I wouldn't do anything with your little brother I mean you're my best friend! But he's a cool little dude so I'm hanging with him."

Michael smiles and nods in understanding.
"Use protection." He basically screeches and runs off back to his room.

"Son of a bitch."

"I know." He yells back.

I roll my eyes and follow after the blonde boy who seems to be filled with an incredibly prominent spark.

"Soooo we walking or jogging? I do be ready for my daily dose of.......look at me I'm a beast!" He flexes his skinny arm.
"Ha ok twiggy."

He huffs.

"Those jeans make your ass look fat." He mutters.
"WHAT?!"

No, no,no,no,no.

"I HAVE GOT TO CHANGE"

"I was kidding, calm down, they really um.....show off your figure."

"Is that a good or bad thing?"

He face palms.

"You look hot, happy?"

"Very"

I turn away from him to hide my growing smile.
I can't seem to get rid of it.
"So are we running?"

I take a deep breath and look back at him.
"No, far from it actually." I chuckle.

"Why nottttt?"

"I am not getting sweat stains on this shirt, are you insane?!"

"It's not like you'ld wear a white shirt on its own anyway!"

"Your point is?"

"No one will even fucking know about a sweat stain." He sighs.

"But I'll know! Then I'll fell insecure! If I feel  insecure everyone will know somethings up.
Then when they say 'craig why don't you take off your jacket' I'll start to cry."
Ok maybe I'm also doing this to annoy him a littleeee bit.

But it's true, sweat stains big no no.

"Anyway we better be off"

He raises an eyebrow at me as I show him my keys which I always subconsciously put in my pocket.
Don't ask me ask....

Me.

Oh no, no, no fuck off.

I'm always here so no.

Please dude you're really freaking me out.

Well if I'm freaking you out then you're freaking me out.

THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE DUMB ASS.

"Ummm Craig you good buddy?"

I stare at Tweek thinking of something to say.

"Um my........hair doesn't make sense I should Ummm gel it up more! Yeah!"

"Ok then....."

"Cmon what we waiting for let's go!"

*10 minutes later

"No, no, no put me down! You can't force me!
This is child abuse." He fake sobs.

"Stop being such a whiner baby," I place him onto my bike.
No not like a pedal bike, motorbike.
Totally badass.

I did try to convince him to get on himself but he basically ran away.
Yeah he is pretty fast but not as fast as me.
What do you expect from a former jock?

Yep the loud, dumb, obnoxious kid who always had something to say.
That kid was me.
Well used to be me.

Guess sweat stains just slipped my mind.

So yeah I caught him and managed to throw him over my shoulder.
Not really a huge accomplishment seeing as he basically weighs nothing.
It's kinda disturbing but then again I did see him eat at dinner yesterday so hopefully that means he's eating right.

"Better not move dude see it's making a noise now that means it could go out of control at any second." I try to sound serious, he squeals.
SQUEALS!

"Please don't let me die! I have so much to live for, pop tarts, microwave popcorn, meals for one." He sniffs.

What a drama queen.
I take my place in front of him on my bike, "might wanna put your arms around me for safety"

"Hm yeah safety."

He wraps his arms securely around my waist.
Wow he's sure got one hell of a grip.
Well that's understandable in this situation seeing as he's obviously holding on for dear life.

Without warning him I properly start up the bike.
I feel him grip me tighter and bury his head in my back.

Believe it or not I'm loving every moment of this.
Strange I know, but I've always wanted to take someone on a ride.
I never did this with Bebe ever.

*15 minutes later

Before I can even think about the moment properly we're here.

Damn it.

Time moves so fast.

Oh well always got the journey back.

Tweek jumps off of me as if I were on fire.
"Never, ever, again."

"Still gotta get back"

"Fuck sake"

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