Tweeks POV
"He's very sensitive about his hair" I say to the taller male who is still looking at me weirdly.
I huff and sit at the piano.
Will he leave or stay.
Leave or stay.
Stay or.
A small alarm cuts through my gentle playing.
I turn to see he's still here sitting on one of those green things.
His eyes lock with mine.
"Meds" I say pointing to my little alarm clock on my wrist which is causing the sound.
He nods understandingly and almost leaves.
"Wait."
He turns to me.
"Can you please get me a glass of water? I don't know where the kitchen is."
"Yeah of course, Tweek"
The way he says my name gives me chills.
Chills I tell ya.
Maybe it's just his overall way of speaking.
It's so unique.
I wait patiently, it doesn't take long for him to return.
"Here you go" he passes me the cup.
I thought he'd want to leave but instead he once again sits on the green seat.
I can feel his eyes piercing through the back off my head.
I retrieve my medication from my pocket.
I find this little container very handy.
Every time I need my pills it's the same dosage.
One of each.
"You done gawping at me yet?" I ask giving him a glance.
He just smirks, "more like admiring."
I roll my eyes.
"You're very pretty." He says getting up.
"Oh so you leave now after giving me a compliment?"
"Well it's what happens in every rom-com right?"
"But this isn't a......."
"Just go with it."
"Boomers are so weird" I mutter loud enough in order for him to hear.
"Excuse me! I am 22, not some 50 year old fat man."
I laugh at his annoyance.
He exits my room finally!
I place my hand back on the keys and begin to play my all time favourite song.
I don't know why out of all the songs I know this one sticks out.
"It's a new life for me. And I'm feeling good"
I've always loved the sound of that. I remember me and Michael used to come up with these cool little routines to entertain ourselves.
But my brother is more of a singer than me.
Professionally he's a producer but obviously he has to be able to sing himself to do his job properly.
I remember how we used to sing together all the time.
Man those were the days.
*2 hours later*
I hear my phone ring and pick it up without looking at who it is.
"Hello?"
"Bro, come downstairs soon I'm making ya something to eat."
"What is it?"
"Craig's dick"
"Ew what's wrong with you."
"Many things"
He then ends the call.
Why does he need to call me when we're literally in the same house.
This just proves that people are very lazy nowadays especially my brother.
I leave my room and make my way down the stairs.
I haven't even unpacked anything but oh well.
I get to the bottom of the stairs and follow my nose rather than my shit sense of direction.
I see Michael standing with an apron and oven mitts.
"Wow Michael never thought I'd see you in a kitchen." I laugh.
"Can't I make my little bro feel at home."
"Aww your making an effort for me"
"Mum told me to look after you so it's what I'm doing." He smiles genuinely before continuing to rush around.
"When will it be ready"
"Could vary from half an hour to a full hour, I don't do this much."
"Ok Michael just give me a shout." I make my way back to the stairs.
"I love you little brother." I hear him shout over the smoke detector.
"Love you too." We always Appreciate our love for one another.
Usually brothers act like they hate each other, yeah we do that sometimes but we'll always know that we got each others backs.
Through thick and thin.
"Hey blondie."
I see the dude in blue leaning against his door frame.
"Standing there just waiting for me to walk past huh."
He rolls his eyes.
"So what if I was"
"Then I'd call you a 5 star stalker."
"5 stars cos I'm hot right?"
"Whatever you want to believe." I continue to walk to my room.
"Hey wait"
I turn back around to see him looking desperate for ideas on what to say.
"Uhhhhh" he scratches the back of his head.
I slowly approach him, he gulps.
"Can't think of anything to say don't bother." I whisper.
I once again turn to go back to my room but he stops me.
"D-do you maybe want to hang out in my room."
"Are you a serial rapist?"
"Not that Im aware of."
"Alright I guess I'm convinced"
He smiles widely and motions for me to follow him.
He's a cool guy, it's better to be his friend rather than be petrified of him all because we've only just met.
I think I'm slowly becoming more sociable.
Slowly.
He holds the door open as I enter his room.
"Woah."
"Oh it's nothing special it took a while to paint but...."
"Nah I was talking about the guinea pigs water bottle"
"Oh haha very funny."
He rolls his eyes.
"I'm just playing, this is seriously a cool crib"
"Yeah?"
I nod as I take a seat on one of his 2 mini sofas.
"So you like space then?"
"Yep I've been obsessed since 3rd grade and it's just stuck with me"
He sits on the other mini sofa which is pretty close to this one.
"Soooo you're Michaels brother" he sounds so confused.
"Yeah hard to believe, I guess all the good looks skipped him and went over to me."
Craig chuckles. "You got sass."
I wink. "Of course I do"
"That's something you and Michael have in common then."
"Nah he just likes to make fun of everyone."
"Now that I think about it that explains a lot...."
I giggle because yeah that's what I do, deal with it.
"You like fall out boy!!!" I almost scream staring at the poster.
"AND MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE"
He stares at me almost shocked.
He nods slowly.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS."
*2 minutes*
"WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY TO SEE A MARCHING BAND."
Yeah we're singing along with the disc at the top of our lungs, just to annoy Michael.
Within seconds the door bursts open.
"WHY THE FUCK DO I HEAR EMO MUSIC BLEARING."
He yells looking at us both with fire in his eyes.
"OH HELL NO YOU ARE NOT FORMING AN EMO SQUAD IN THIS HOUSE HOLD."
We basically just ignore him.
"DINNERS BURNING" I shout over the music.
"Shit" he mutters and runs off.
Craig and I laugh.
"He's pisssseeed"
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