Fuck You, Tucker. (Craig Tucker x Reader)

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"I'm leaving!"

I tear my attention away from my phone and hum, watching as my older brother, Clyde leaves the room.

"What was that?" I question but he doesn't reply. Must of just left. Sighing I place my phone done on its charger and lay back onto my comfy white sheets.

I stare up and smile fondly at the glow in the dark stars that cover almost every inch of my ceiling.

I remember I was so obsessed with those things back in forth grade.

...

I sorta regret super gluing them.

I breathe in and out before forcing myself to get up and take a shower. My hair is disheveled and I smell worse than someone's aunt ruth's cat infested apartment. So yeah, I really need one.

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After my shower I change into a hoodie, leggings, long socks, and checked vans before deciding I need to eat. Quickly I grab my phone and stuff it inside my hoodie pocket, I wouldn't be gone long so there's no point in telling Clyde. Besides the place I'm going there's a pretty good chance Clyde's there.

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"What do you mean you don't serve food?"

Tweek bites his lip and fiddles with the hem of his shirt nervously before answering, though it's all broken up and stuttery.

"T-t-this is a-a c-coffee sh-shop." I sigh and push both hands into my hoodie pocket before shrugging.

"Fine, I'll just go find somewhere else to eat. Somewhere I'm welcomed!"

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"Get the fuck out of my house."

Ignoring the voice I continue to shovel through the cabnits in an attempt to find the good food.

"Why don't you have any fucking good food." I turn and cross my arms with a small glare present on my face toward Cartman.

I watch as Cartman wipes some cheerios off his face and scoffs. "Well for one, you don't have to be a bitch and throw cereal at my face. And two, my mom hid it.. something about me being "too fat."

He does quotation marks with his fingers and groans. "Wait, but aren't you just big boned?" I question, throwing yet another box to the side. "Exactly!"

Shrugging I pick up another box of cereal and chuck it, finding it too to be a waste of space.
"Who the fuck even likes raisin bran?"

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"Thanks Ms. Cartman for making me breakfast!" I smile happily while eating some bacon and eggs, Cartman's mom style.

"Why you're welcome, sweetie..Poopikins how are you liking your healthy breakfast?"

"Fuck you and your raisin bran mom."