My brothers best friend (South Park creek)

Chapter Fourteen

Oh shit whoops I spaced out.

"Oh did you say something?"

"I said do you know any cute blondes?" He grins.
Is he hitting on me?
In a playful way right.......
Ok I'll play.

"Sorry you're out of luck, the only blondes I know are sexy as fuck not 'cute'"

Not my fault I'm a total diva am I right or am I right.

He looks defeated.
See, Tweek Tweak is always the victor.

"You got a lot of mouth don't you smart ass."

"Bad thing or......"

"Oh no, no,no, the opposite actually."

Huh.

Craigs POV

I'm kinda confused.
Confused and loving every moment of my time with him.
He's so random!

I still don't understand that thing he told me to say earlier but maybe there was a good reason for it.
He's a theatre kid right?
Yeah like Michael, so maybe it was part of a script or something.

"You know what Craig....."

"What?"

"In the small amount of time that I've know you
I can safely say that I think you're cool."

That brings a smile to my face and a light feeling to my dark soul.

"You're not so shitty yourself."
He scoffs but smiles warmly.

People seem to either love me or hate me.
There's not really a middle ground.
It's always been that way ever since I was a kid, I suppose I just got that personality.
So if he doesn't hate me.......

Oh you Know exactly what I'm thinking.

I don't understand why I'm acting so weird.
I mean I'm tired, maybe that's why.
But no I've been this way ever since I saw his face.

I'm gonna have to do some investigating.
A self-investigation!

Slowly my eyes grow heavy again.

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**Craigs magical Dream world XD

"Cmon Craig my room"

Craig follows the slightly taller boy towards his messy room untouched by his mother or father.
The kid has never once tidied up his own personal space.

"Dude ya know I been thinking.
Maybe I do have a purpose in life."

"Oh and that is?"
Craig questions sarcastically as he and Michael play Video games on Xbox.

"To be..... A reliable role model"

"You! A role model?!"

"Yeah man people can  actually learn stuff from me, ask him."

Craig turns to look at the now opened door only to see a small fragile looking kid standing in the frame.

"M-Michael.......d-do you have something I can use for t-this....."

The kid seems very nervous and uneasy.
Considering that this child couldn't be as old as 10 it's kinda hard to tell if it's male or female.
The untainted hair, the small figure, but I suppose the voice is a bit of a giveaway.

"Fuck off I'm maxing out."

"So much for role model"

Michael scoffs.

Craig notices a tear fall from from the younger boys eye.

"N-no one e-ever wants to help me."
The boy rushes away.

Michael ignores the kid whereas Craig feels a pang of guilt.
It's as if he feels the need to do something.

"I need a piss"

"Alright but don't be dropping bombs in that poor toilet."

Craig exits the room only to see the younger kid near the bathroom door.
Arms around his knees, crying.
He kneels down and opens his mouth about to speak.....

*****End of Dream*****

What was that about!

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