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For the five plus years I've known him, I have never seen that blonde, twitchy, over-stressed out boy so... peaceful.
I've known him for so long, yet how is it that I've never experienced something so savoring than this.
His restless body, snoozing away on my bed as I continued to do my homework on the ground. In reality, I was staring at his fragile body. Slowly going up and then back down, repeating that process in a calming manner.
I remember when we were young, we had sleepovers. I never got to see this side of him. Mostly for the reason that I feel asleep before him.
He never slept. Well, rephrase that- he stays up till 5 AM and sleeps for that one good hour.
He told me about this one sleepover, at Token's house, in 6th grade.
But now, he fell asleep like a rock or something. It was 6 PM now, though, and I really wasn't too surprised by this.
Freshmen year got stressful for him. More homework, more note, more exams.
I went to his house throughout quarter one to help him through this. Multiple times persuading him to not drop out and how I've made that mistake during Middle school. Telling him how incredibly intelligent he is.
I did that for a solid quarter.
Quarter two, though, shot around the corner and my mind flickered to different thoughts. How this favor had become a tiring chore to me.
Oh, the face he made the day I spoke to him about this. He looked shocked and partially sad.
How I told him that I was tired of coming to be by his side. How I had a life of my own and he needed to figure things out on his own.
He stifled out a laugh in which I became very confused as to why.
'What?' I had questioned.
'Craig, I never asked you to comfort me.'
His words, as he spoke I knew- I could tell I had became rather flustered.
'I-'
I didn't know how to respond. I looked away from him. Just looking at his laughing form made me uncontrollably embarrassed about myself.
'I didn't want to say anything.. I could tell you were getting frustrated at me for not being more accepting.'
His words were spoke with stutters yet I could hear every single words as if there were none at all. Maybe this was the affect of being friends with him for so long?
'I guess I acted like that, 'cause I didn't want you to leave. No one ever talked to me about my troubles. They always just said to 'get over it!' or 'your just a spaz, its what you do.'
'Some shit like that... but you-'
God, the wording he chose made him sound so gay. Somehow, I found myself even more embarrassed thinking of that. I bit my lip and narrowed my eyes.
I couldn't bare to look at him, but he didn't spoke for quite sometime. I had no choice but to glance over to him.
When my eyes peered over to the pale, blonde boy; our eyes did not meet as I thought they were to.
He was looking out the direction I was staring upon. Holding the door frame and tipping himself out looking around the area I was just minutes ago looking.
My burning face seemed to die down by now as I stared at him so patiently. I accidentally coughed when my throat had became dry and he seemingly picked up the sound.
He bounced up in the air and stared back at me, now both of us staring at each other.
'GAH- I... I'm sorry! I thought you were staring at something s..so I."
I shook my head and decided to speak up.
'No. If want to hang out more, you can come over to my place and we can work on homework together or something.'
It was the end of quarter three now. Ever since then, we've met at my house and did homework together. In which what I mean is he would do at least half of the page and I'd copy it down and shared my half.
It was our time to bond as friends since school thought it would be best if we never got classes together and different lunch schedules.
I liked hanging with all my friends but they all were really different from each other and sometimes i cherish being with one more than the other.
Clyde was fun to hang out with but was noisy and a big immature kid.
Token was a pretty laid-back friend but sometimes his bragging of his riches got unbearable.
And then there's this. Simple conversations and just venting with this little spaz. His twitches got on my nerves, yeah, but I get I can ignore them more or less.
My favorite part of this day, where the two of us just sit on the ground sharing our homework answers, was when he couldn't concentrate and he'd ask to play music.
The way he just nervously moves around with the beat. Whether it's the tap of his pencil or a hum, I couldn't help but to smile to myself.
I guess I was so manifested in my thoughts I hadn't notice the shuffling and whispers of him in present time.
''Why are you staring at me like that, man?''
My eyes averted away from him from a second to collect myself before looking back towards him. He spoke very nervously like, His voice in a mutter as he clenched his teeth together as did spoke.
I shrugged and continued working on the column of homework I had neglected to do, as my conscience was too busy with staring at him sleeping beforehand.
I began to scribble on the paper, I didn't feel like doing this anymore. My mind was set on what to say to him.
Gladly, it wasn't me who started the conversation.
''How was I out? It looks dark out!''
I responded with the time, which was now 7:10, with my original stoic but nasally voice and I received a short screech back.
"Gah! Dude, Craig! Why didn't you wake me up! Ahhh.. . what if I can't sleep at all tonight?! Jesus Christ! I can't fall asleep in school!''
Finally, I was able to throw my homework to aside and give my full attention to him.
"I- I need coffee..-"
"No you don't."
My reply sounded colder than expected but I stuck with it. He gave me an unsure look. Confused, probably.
"W-why? Gah, I'm going to go get some."
He got off from my bed and went to gather his backpack.
Of course I didn't let him go. I got up from my spot and stood by the door.
"Tweek, you're going to be more restless with just more coffee."
my statement wasn't powerful, but it was enough to rebel back.
He walked towards the door and stopped when he was face to face with me. I was much taller than him so he wouldn't be able to get out as easily as he wished to.
"S-so? I need coffee... rrrggh.. to.. . Gah! I don't know ! i just f-feel like my heart s-slows down when I don't! Wh-what if it stops beating!? AH! I DON'T WANT TO D-DIE!"
He tugged at his sweatshirt, his eyes getting beady and staring to the ground.
"You're not going to die because of lack of coffee, Tweek. The only reason your heart beats so fast is because of coffee."
He didn't seemed hooked onto my words and began grasping at the place his heart lays.
I gave out a sigh and slowly slipped my hands out of my hoodie's pocket to grasped Tweek's hands and guide him back to sit at my bed.
"I'll make you Hot Chocolate if that'll help."
He opened his mouth to close it and wear out his bottom lip before slowly nodding in agreement.
"Stay right here. Do whatever you want other than leave. 'Kay?"
He gave me another nod and I strode off downstairs to the kitchen to make some Hot Chocolate. Ruby had a sweet tooth for this drink and surprisingly had a collection of different flavors.
From Milk Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, Vanilla Bean, Peppermint, and a couple other flavors.
I took the Vanilla thinking it'd best fit as a substitution to the originally caramel vanilla coffee he got all the time at that coffee cafe.
I cooked it up and ran it back up to him. He was on his phone, stifling through some apps.
He hadn't notice my presents so I sneakily walked up to him and pulled up his phone and placing the mug on the night stand.
"H-hey! Give it back- ngh- please"
I snorted to see his phone open to Tinder. That right, he'd been desperate to find a girlfriend ever since 8th grade.
I handed it back and plopped down on the ground once more staring up at him, my head resting in my right hand.
He fiddled with his phone and stared at me.
"w-what?"
"Your desperate for starting an annoying, and tireless chore of never ending 'Do i look good in this?' and 'Do you really love meee?' remarks."
I empathize with using a high pitch feminine voice with those two parts which I earned a chuckle from.
"I don't know, it may be fun.."
"Do you even hear yourself now? Relationship, fun? Hah."
That one I had earned a roll of the eyes.
"Are you d-done with the homework? I need to get home soon.."
I raised my eyebrows and shook my head reaching for the paper i had abandon.
"Algebra's shit."
I muttered that out mostly for my own knowing but I guess he had heard as he replied agreeing with me.
He sat, leg's crossed, on my bed sipping at the cocoa I had made as he waited for me to finish. I couldn't help but to stare at him from time to time.
He was like an inspiration somehow, yet he had nothing that inspires me. It was hard to explain exactly what he was to me.
He felt like a friend but sometimes he seemed like a total stranger that I just looked up to.
He had things that I didn't.
I kept those thoughts to a minimum and finished the worksheet handing to the blond to copy.
Afterwards, he thanked me like he always does from some reason and I nod.
He leaves and I plop into my bed staring into the ceiling as if it was some black hole.
I gave a long sigh out and close my eyes to think over the day as if I was in a movie. Different things that happen in reality, different and much more dramatic within the holds of my imagination.
I turned my head over to the alarm on my nightstand, reading over the numbers- 7:57. I glanced over to the mug that was used for the vanilla cocoa for a solid moment before getting up and walking to the kitchen.
I had saw my mother in there, I hadn't seen her or any of my family members around now to think about it.
I throw the mug into the dishwasher and start walking to my room.
Though, my mother talked faster than my walking.
"Your friend's mother called today."
I turned around and paid my attention to her. She was focused on cleaning some pans yet still continuing to talk to me.
"Which friend."
"The little spazzy one."
"Tweek?"
She make a 'mhm' noise and nodded.
"Okay, about what?"
"She wanted to say thank you for being so positive towards him and school."
I paused for a second trying to think something to say and came to the conclusion that it's best to say nothing.
"Okay, I'm going to bed now." I head off towards my room hearing my mother yell back, 'That's all you have to say?'
I flipped her off and she does the same, like always.
I enter my room and drop to my bed groaning, not willing to sleep tonight. I wish school would hurry up and end.
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first chapter..? I'm unsure if anyone is interested in me continuing this but I wanted to restart freshly with a more moving story than my current creek story- misunfortunes.
i tried to be as vast with my vocabulary as i can but i'm not strong in it so i don't know many words other than commonly used ones. Hope this is okay though! I checked for grammar and probably do it once more just in case but so far i like how this story is going so may continue. ^^
till next time.