Author: Mali Kollama PM
Kenny's family is too unstable. Craig's family is too boring. Then what family are they supposed to study in Family Studies? -KennyxCraigxTweek Creneek!Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Craig T. & Tweek T. - Chapters: 11 - Words: 10,208 - Reviews: 30 - Favs: 31 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 01-30-11 - Published: 01-15-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6655956
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Just a short multichip while I'm supposed to be studying.
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Who To Stalk?
"I hate this class." Craig Tucker sighs. Family Studies. Bleh. He rests his chin on his palm and closes his eyes for a moment. 'Why did I even take this class?'
"Craig Tucker, you're matched with Kenny McCormick, since he's the only other guy who fucking bothered to take this class you two retards can go together." Miss. Kelly announces to the boys.
'God she's such a bitch. I didn't even know we had a project.' His fingers rub against his temples, trying to process the information. 'I have to stop playing Tetris until 1 in the morning.'
"Hey dude." The ragged boy sits in the now empty chair beside Craig, since Heidi moved to go with some other bitch. The tired boy bobs his head and grunts.
"What I'm not even good enough for real words?" Craig flips off the other. Kenny laughs and shakes his head.
"What are we doing anyway?" The brunette asks after a yawn.
"Literally 'studying a family'."
"Our families?" Kenny looks over the instruction hand out.
"Apparently any family." The orange clad boy shrugs.
"So, who's family you wanna stalk?"
"Well are we going to make this interesting, or boring." Kenny leans back in his seat, arms crossed.
"Well we could do my family, or someone else's in this god forsaken town." Craig mentions and flips the blond off because of his subtle insult to his average family life.
"Not my family dude. My family is fucking insane." The blond snorts.
"I'm too boring. We'd fail cause this bitch wouldn't make it past the first page of the report." The raven motions towards Miss. Kelly.
"Actually," Kenny sits forward and examines the hand out again. "It's a documentary. We're filming or making a slideshow of this, dude."
"No kidding. No way am I filming my drunken dope junkies I call parents."
"No way am I filming your drunken dope junkie parents either. And my family would just flip off the camera and we'd get nothing done." The bell screams, signaling the end off class. The boys stand to leave the class together, both not exactly desperately trying to figure out who to document.
"When's this shit due anyway?" Craig asks on the way to the caf in the left wing of school. The two have been sticking together in the female dominated class and have in turn become a little closer because of it. They can often be seen with each other in and possibly even out of school sometimes.
"I dunno like three weeks from now." The blond shrugs. When the reach the caf they walk to the two guys gangs regular table. They arrive last at the table, their 'punishment', like all others who are late to lunch, is to sit beside Tweek Tweak. The spazzy boy who never sits still and emits random out bursts almost periodically. Both boys take up the empty spaces left on either side of the boy.
"AH!" The coffee addict jumps after the boys sit down. As a result he has once again, spilt his coffee all over the fucking place and earned growls of distaste from around the table.
"ACK! JESUS MAN! M-my Dad only gave me enough for one cup today! Christ! I n-need more! MORECOFFEE!" The small boy tugs at his hair. Both Craig and Kenny have simply sat there watching the scene play out in horror or silence. Neither are usually men of many words.
"Here." Craig pulls out a few dollar bills from his pocket and handed it to the trembling boy. The latter looked back and forth between the donation and the brunette a few times before taking the money and scurrying off to get his fix.
After the blond leaves Craig notices Kenny looking at him with a goofy maniacal grin.
"I know who we're doing our project on." The brunette tilts his head. Soon enough his eyes widen in realization. He nods his head in the direction in which the small boy took off. Kenny nods and his grin widens.
"Tweek," The ragged boy rests his head upon his palm as the spazz returns to his seat.
"Gah! Jesus! W-what?" He takes a sip of coffee.
"We have a proposition for you." His frightening grin returns again.
A/N For the record, the line 'he pulled a few dollar bills from his pocket' I actually absentmindedly put in 'grabbed a tonnie'. I felt retardedly Canadian for a few seconds there. Gosh I am such a fail.
Hope you enjoyed this! Next chapter probably soon while I have the idea in my mind.
Review? I thrive on criticism and compliments friends!