"Don't you ugh-I don't know, ever get tired y'know??"
I sighed, cracking an egg on the pan, carefully seizing the handle and drawing it back and forth. But nothings enough to ignore the fucking glares he's giving me.
Can you blame me? He's been staring at me like that since I first woke up, I mean seriously, a little bit more and I'll actually start to think that he's planning on choking me alive tonight. Which please don't Tweek. His eyes widen from my words and he bites down on his bottom lip furiously.
Geez Tweek...what's your problem?
"You know, if you keep staring at me like that Tweek" I huffed, "then you'll seriously give me the impression that you want me dead." The thought brings a cold shudder down my shoulders and I shrug. I mean, I don't know what he's capable of, but so far I'm still alive. Which Thank god by the way.
But he isn't really planning it right? Right??
"Oh I don't know" he leans back against the wall, crossing his arms, before opening his mouth. "Sure does sound like a sweet plan" he says back at me, twice as cold. This makes me lose my train of thought and I let go of the pan. Turn around and frown.
you're...not serious right-?
Tweek you little son of a-
"Listen, I get it, soo maybe we didn't really get off with the greatest start, okay?" I sighed and turned the heat to a low before turning it off completely.
"You think!?" He groaned, lightly keeping his tail at a low and bitter pace.
So, yeah we made the deal.
But in no way or form did that help my situation get any better. Infact, I feel like he's gotten more comfortable, spitting whatever deranged words that come to mind as if this was his house and not mine.
Got it, alright? Insult me, because I admit that I gave you a hard time.
But I'm not cruel? Who does he take me for.
I lied-maybe I'm being a little of a shitty person-but that's not the fucking point here!
The point is, that this is all I've got for now.
A demon and no dignity left in my heart.
And don't you even get me started on how I was even able to get him to go to bed that night, it was an unbearable pain in the ass!? No I mean it quite literally felt like I was putting an animal to bed.
You know the little space I made for him on the floor with all my clustered clothes? well yeah disappointingly for me, turns out that demons are actually pretty picky son of a little fucks. So while I exchanged for a peaceful silent night, it meant that I was the one who would have to sleep on the floor.
While of course he slept on my humble warm bed, without any complaint. It was either listen to him whine for the whole night. Or give him my bed. I know right??...This...little brat!??
Don't ask me where I got the patience to deal with him, because I don't know either.
Nonetheless, it's the next day and well the first day.
With a demon in my room.
That's not even the biggest problem, the biggest problem is that he's a demon I was supposed to exorcise. But now I find myself making a deal with him and hoping for his humble help in return. Who does that!?
Maybe I need to think positive because this just might not be the worst thing that could be happening to me right now. Atleast I'm still breathing right? Fairly after a horrible night of sleep!
I barely slept shit actually.
Nonetheless how can you even sleep knowing that there's a demon in your room? He could kill me literally. I could just close my eyes and just like that he could kill me. So no, I didn't sleep, I just couldn't.
But neither did he, I snicker looking down at the eyebags underneath his eyes. They're obvious, incredibly obvious.
When my eggs finish sizzling, I'm swift to grab a plate from the cabinets beside my fridge, carefully serving the egg onto my plate and grabbing a few utensils in the doing so. I sigh and finally pull out a stool from the island to sit down and start eating.
I guess...this is the lifestyle I'll have to get used to for the meanwhile...I draw out a low frustrated chuckle, but Tweek just watches me, standing there as if he's got some shit to discuss with me.
And if there's one thing that I want to fix, it's definitely his fucking staring problem!
I mean hate me all you want, but god you have to get tired at one point right? Because it's really starting to get on my nerves. Is he going to stop staring at me or-
"What" I mumbled, taking one big bite out of my eggs.
"I'm hungry" he sighs, walking in closer to me and slapping both of his hands aggressively against the table. I'm taken back by this and look up at him, but he just leans in closer and furrows his brows.
Awesome, so he's also commanding. Oh How delightful.
"You eat?"
"Of course I eat jerk!?" Tweek rolled his eyes, groaning and shrugging his shoulders back as to relieve the tension building up in his neck. And something tells me he's about to throw his hands against my neck and choke me. This is my dorm!? Yet he thinks he can boss me around, what's his problem?
"Right...Give me a second" I smile, uncomfortably bringing a finger over to the hem of my shirt and tugging. So, let's get one thing straight...what do demons even eat? Flesh? Dead animals? Fuck I don't know. I walk over to the fridge and bring a hand over to the closest thing that catches my attention. Raw chicken seems like demon food...no?
I grab another plate and slap the raw chicken on it, before sliding the yucky thing towards him.
"Happy?"
Just when I think that things are about to go just as fine for me, Tweek looks up at me and the look hits me hard. What the fuck Tweek? Are you a picky eater or something!?
"You don't like it or something-?"
"GOD!?" He groans, "YOU THINK I'M AN ANIMAL!?!" He snarled, eyeing the chicken furiously. That is a...no then? So you don't like raw chicken, is it the taste, the texture? Be honest with me Tweek!
"Honestly yeah, Same crap. A demon, an animal, Both the same at the end" I snicker. Watching his face turn awfully bitter. Seriously? I don't have time to deal with this anyway Tweek, my eyes sharply glance back at the clock hanging up just beside the fridge. I need to go pretty damn soon...
"Eat it or not princess, I have to leave pretty soon" I sarcastically scoffed, walking over to the closet nearest to my bed and stepping down on a bunch of old scattered clothes on the ground. But he makes it really damn clear to me that he's staring at me. Ouch Tweek. I reach a hand through my closer and grab the closest thing I have, my black exorcist cloak, a black button up shirt and a pair of black jeans.
"I'm not eating this." he pushes the plate over to his side and I can hear the sigh that follows after that.
You wont...? Why? are you expecting a plate full of rich lobster or something?? He's a demon is he not? i'm pretty sure he's way more than capable of eating this without a care in the world..
Tweek don't be bratty...
I bring my attention over to my uniform and gently bring my hands underneath my shirt, lifting it up to throw it off my body. "Then you can cry me a river, shortcake" I laughed, putting my hands through the sleeves of my new shirt, buttoning the buttons up and finishing the look off with my pants and my cloak.
Im done...but now that i'm thinking about it...when I look back at Tweek, my eyes skim his chest lightly and thats when it hits me. Uh...we're gonna have to do something about that. I chuckle, feeling my face a little red. I mean of course nothing wrong with that! I just...don't want people to get the wrong idea.
Just in case, yeah.
"Hey Tweek" I huff, looking at his bare chest. If we're gonna be living together for you know, quite some while, don't you think it'd be better if you could uh, try dressing up a little more modest. Carefully I kneel down on the floor and grab the nearest dark green button up shirt I can find, curl it up in a ball and launch it towards him.
"Put this on for me, will you?"
"SORRY?? Why should I listen to YOU, ASSHOLE" he spat, closing his eyes in a pure fit and letting the shirt fall down to the ground. Before giving me the nastiest of glares and bringing up the plate of raw chicken up to his hands.
Wait...What are you doing...
I watch him grab the chicken with one-bare hand and lean his head over to the side. Oh! okay awesome so he's finally going to give in then?
WAM!
He throws the chicken over to the wall behind me, barely missing me by an inch!
...
First of all, haha...WHAT THE FUCK TWEEK!?!?
And second of all, SERIOUSLY???
"Firstly, let's get one thing straight, my name isn't "asshole" it's Craig." I replied back, feeling a little bit more furious after the stunt he just pulled off, carefully I kneeled down and grabbed the sloppy chicken, throwing it over to a trash can. Gross!? my walls Tweek...
"And secondly, yes to hell you'll listen to me" I sighed taking a step closer to him. "My dorm, my rules."
"UGH YOU REALLY HAVE THE NERVE" he whined.
"Well I'm soo sorry Mr Tweak" I sarcastically faked a smile, grabbing the green scrunched up shirt from off of the ground and walking up towards him, I grab him by the shoulder and pull him towards me.
"but in this situation, I'm not really giving you a choice."
Suddenly with grotesque anger he slaps his hands on my chest and pushes me back, I take a step back and grunt. Trying to grab hold of his hands. Come on-just let me put this on you Tweek!
"It's just a shirt Tweek! not a bear trap!" I huffed, trying to put the shirt over his head. But instead he jabs me in the stomach and I lose my breath in doing so.
"WHY??" He cried out, trying to lift up a rough knee up to my stomach, but out of reflex I throw my hands down to his knee and stop him in time. The little fucks gone crazy! The sudden push throws us both off balance and I have to physically grab a grip of his shoulder before falling down.
"Tweek stop being so complicated!?!" I cried out, completely losing my balance and falling down against my back, he slips and I bring him down with me. I grunt for the loudest second before opening my eyes. Shit!? Why does everything have to involve me falling down to the ground at least once or twice!? Just when I think I have the upper-hand, Tweek places both of his hands on my wrists and pins me down to the ground.
Ughh...Really?
"Just put the shirt on Tweek, I'm not asking you for much." I swear, I've never seen someone so stubborn in my life! Let go of my wrists blondie!
"UGH, NO! JERK" he says and I take this as my chance to flip the game around, I pull my wrists out of his restraint and drag them down to his waist, it's sudden but I throw him off guard. We switch places and I keep him still on the ground.
"Geez" I hummed, throwing the shirt over his head, don't ask me how it works, but it does.
"Ugh-hey man-If you do this Tweek, I'll promise to leave you alone, okay!?" I lean lightly forwards and get the shirt somehow half down his chest, his arms spaz and I have to physically hold him down. I get his arms through his sleeves and he throws his head back. "GAH-YOU FUCKING LIAR!"
Dude!?
"Why are you making it seem like I'm assaulting you!?!"
"BECAUSE YOU ARE" he cried, trying to push me off, but in a horrible attempt his tail slaps me on the leg and I groan. Ouch man!? Not only that! But your fucking nails are piercing the shit out of my arms!
Ouch ouch ouch, stop digging your damn nails Tweek, you'll pierce me with those things...ouch!?? Is this too much to ask for??
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"Craig?" A low voice thunders from outside the entrance door and we both freeze.
...
you have to be kidding me.