"Boyfrenemies"

nineteen

TWEEK'S POV

It was Friday, which means Craig's sleepover.

Of course I wouldn't tell him that I couldn't go because my Mom keeps thinking I'm five and I can't handle myself -- he'd think I'm some sort of loser.

I have to sneak out, it's the only way.

Once again the dinner table was quiet and my mom was still angry at me from our encounter earlier in the week.

My father clears his throat, "So, how were your days?"

"F-Fine," I said, my mind went to Craig after saying that.

"It was fine," My mom says not even looking up from her plate.

"Well my day was terrible. Our coffee machine stopped working -- hon, you were there when that happened right? Well, I'm gonna tell Tweek because he wasn't there--"

My Dad would go on and on about this situation and I looked at the time, it was almost time to go to Craig's and I'm not even packed yet!

"U-Um, Dad I'm actually p-pretty tired--AH! Can't y-you tell me some other t-time?" I say getting up to throw my plate away.

"Where are you going Tweek?" My
Mom asks and I stop my tracks.

I'm a terrible liar.

"M-My room to s-sleep," I say trying not to make myself obvious.

"It's only seven o'clock and--"

I fake yawn to make it believable, "I-It was a l-long day."

"Okay..." She says uncertain.

I throw my plate away and run upstairs and lock my door as I pack.

Why do I even wanna go so bad?

I hate lying to my parents.

Is it just to go to see Craig or is it just to say "I told you I'd be fine at a sleepover" to my parents?

I honestly don't know anymore.

I sat shaking on my bed and my phone starts to ring out of nowhere and I jump.

It was Craig.

"H-Hello?"

"Where are you?! You're coming right--"

"Y-Yes, Craig. Jeez, I'm l-like ten m-minutes late."

"NO DIPSHIT! YOU'RE AN HOUR LATE," Craig says.

I look at my clock and my eyes widen --eight already?

"S-Shit," I say.

"Yeah 'S-Shit'! Just get your ass over here," He says and hangs up.

How am I gonna do this?

I stare at the window, I could always climb out.

Like in those movies.

And I can't sneak out, my parents have that stupid security system that my Dad was paranoid about getting because the other Dads in town got one.

I look back at the window, "W-Window it i-is."

I opened it up and looked down, that's a long way down.

"O-Oh God--AH! That's s-so far d-down, Jesus!"

I breathed, "Y-You can do t-this, Tweek."

I took my legs and swung it over so I'm sitting about to jump.

On three, I think.

One...

Two...

Th--

"Tweek? Are you asleep?" My Mom knocks on the door.

I take my hand and cover my mouth because I don't trust myself.

"Leave him alone, he said he's gonna be sleeping," I hear my Dad's voice.

The doorknob on the door moved and my eyes widened and my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest, I'm done for now.

But then it stopped.

"What the hell? He locked the door!" My mom exclaimed.

I breathe in relief.

"Really?" My Dad said.

"Yes, Richard! Look!"

The doorknob moves again.

"He never locks the door," My Mom said getting worried.

"Well hon, he's 14 now -- I'm sure he wants some privacy--"

"I can't believe you think this is acceptable! He's locked us out," My Mom says again getting angry.

I was intrigued with this whole thing I totally forgot why I'm sitting in this damn window in the first place -- to sneak out!

I looked down again.

One...

Two...

THREE!

I jumped down and landed into the bushes, hard.

"F-FUCK," I said a little to loudly.

My back hurts now.

All of this just to go to Craig's sleepover.

I limped my way to Craig's house which was across the street, thank god Craig didn't come get me.

That lazy fucker probably wouldn't have done it if I asked him to personally.

I knock on the door and Craig answers.

"Jesus what happened to you? Did you fall out of a window," He laughs.

"Y-You have n-no idea."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I decided to watch Leonardo DiCaprio movies the entire day yesterday.

I love him way too much oml

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