That's My Tutor

Empty Spaces

"Uh... Hey." Craig said back, still fixated on the bowl of circular fruit. "Whatcha got there?"

"Oh!" Tweek then presented the bowl forward with the same ecstatic smile. "I used my melon baller! I barely get the chance to use it because I rarely have company, but since you're over I thought it would be good!"

Craig looked at the red and orange balls and smiled. "Didn't know you were so enthusiastic about melon ballers."

Tweek grabbed onto the front of Craig's sweatshirt and pulled him in, desperate to just have him come in and indulge in the different things he had to show. "I also have an apple peeler that I haven't tried before!"

"You're pretty fruity today." Craig chuckled out as Tweek dragged him through the doors and into the entryway.

Tweek snorted. "Is that a gay joke?" 

But he didn't stay for the answer as he ran off to where the kitchen was, suddenly inspired by another device that the kitchen must have held. "Oh! I have a Crockpot that I never use because it always makes too much! But with you here I could make us something!"

Craig was about to answer back to Tweek and tell him he was going a bit overboard with the snack ideas, but a chill ran up his spine stopped him.

He felt cold.

Not physically cold, but a deep coldness that came from emptiness and lonely hours. 

He glanced up at the high ceiling in the entryway and noticed that the empty house feeling he felt from outside had stayed with him. Even though he could see all the furniture inside the house and hear that Tweek was definitely in the kitchen doing something, the home still felt like it hadn't been lived in. It was like the home was haunted with the memories that have never happened.

It made Craig wonder further about the currently unseen parents of Tweek.

Craig walked into the kitchen to see Tweek pulling out different cheeses and hot sauces. A black pot sitting in the middle of the mess of dairy and spice. The blond seeming to drown and be engulfed within the grand kitchen. The tall cabinets being outrageous to scale, even for Craig and his tall stature. The dark browns and blacks throughout the house making it seem unwelcoming.

"Now what are you doing?" Craig asked leaning on the kitchen island next to the pile of cheeses that had accumulated.

Tweek plugged in the black pot, that Craig only now drew the connection to being a crock pot. "I'm gonna make buffalo chicken dip... but with no chicken."

"So you're going to make buffalo dip?" Craig asked with a single brow raised. Watching with an amused smile as Tweek dumped cheese into the pot and created a small, slowly melting, mountain of cheese.

Tweek nodded before he pulled a frown, thinking silently for a second before perking up again. "Actually I think I have chicken in the freezer. Can you check? It's the bottom drawer."

Craig thought it was a bit too late to tell Tweek that he was fine just eating his fruit balls, but he seemed so happy to be making something for someone else. He didn't want to ruin Tweek's moment with his kitchen utensils so he walked towards the fridge. He pulled out the bottom drawer to see a strange hoard of 'made for one' frozen meals. It wasn't just a couple of them, the whole freezer seemed stocked with them. Different varieties for each day of the week, different ways to eat alone. The least important fact to him in the moment of looking into the freezer being, there was no chicken.

Craig furrowed a brow, thinking about the current situation that has been presented to him. Empty house, Tweek overly excited to be entertaining a guest, frozen meals and still no sight of the parents.