That's My Tutor

Empty Spaces

Then Tweek heard some movement that didn't match up with the rest of the sounds that had just been coming from the room. He moved his ear close to the door to try and hear what was happening now.

A soft strum sounded into the room. 

It was messy and the different strings within it sounded like they had just woken up, but despite the different morning voices, the strum came out as a gentle sound just because of the nature of the instrument. The noise being the equivalent of a soft hum from a person with strep throat.

Tweek reached for the door knob. Turning it as slow as possible, but only when the instrument was playing so he wouldn't alert Craig. His wrist starting to hurt as it stayed suspended in air with so much tension. He heard the small sound of the door un-clicking that last piece of metal as the instrument sang with out of tune vocal cords.

Finally the door was open and Tweek could just as slowly and quietly peek his head into the room. His eyes widening as he caught sight of Craig's back, he was hunched over something while his phone played a video. The phone being propped up with a couple books and the screen showing a man with a ukulele in hand.

Tweek smiled to himself. His hunch was right, Craig had most definitely been the ukulele thief.

Tweek stopped the gloating going on in his mind as the video started to show the man playing a song. He wasn't going too fast, but Craig seemed to think otherwise as his hands moved awkwardly from each different chord. The large hands and longer fingers not mixing and working well with the small instrument. His strums were being muted from his unpracticed hand laying over the strings, but his hand also moving too slow to create the synchronous sound of the four different strings being played at once. Craig was too focused on the different chords to try and perfect anything else.

Tweek took a couple steps forward, standing over Craig and seeing the dark brown ukulele in his arms. Craig tilted his head back to give a frustrated groan, his head coming an inch from colliding with Tweek's front. His eyebrows were scrunched together in annoyance with the small stringed thing and eyes closed with a chance at finding a calm space. Tweek looked down at the upside down and upset face with a smile.

Craig's eyes opened lazily, not fully processing Tweek and how he was standing above him until a second after he open his eyes. The shock of seeing his tutor making his body jolt and the ukulele fly from his hands and into the air. Tweek caught the instrument by the neck with an amused smile and a single raised brow.

"Jesus, Tweek!" Craig shouted, still surprised by the blonde. Leaning forward again to rub his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger, squeezing his nose bridge as he said. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Tweek face fell slightly as he put the ukulele on the table, grabbing himself a chair so he could scold Craig. He liked to sit when he scolded Craig. "I should be asking you the same thing." Tweek let himself fall into his seat next to Craig, giving a look to the male as he motioned to the mini-guitar. "What is this?"

"A... ukulele." Craig said, giving a small nod towards the instrument as he finally said it.

Tweek crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing the male next to him. "Really?"

"Alright." Craig looked at the instrument and sighed. "I'm practicing how to play."

Tweek then motioned his hand in a circular motion. "And...?"

"And... I stole it from Romeo's helping hands room." Craig said out, his voice going up with shame as he finished the sentence, the usually deep voice tilting into a higher tone. His shoulders hunching slightly and his head standing a bit lower.