I watched as Tweek hesitated, taking a moment to figure out the dvd player and sound system, all the while soaking in the jealousy that I felt toward him and his really.huge. Plasma screen
I mean, fuck, my parents would never let me have something that expensive. It's not like I couldn't pay for it, I had a job, and if I saved up, then I could pay for it and do payments and bills and everything, but they still like to think that they can control my life, and told me that when I have my own place, I can get my own things. 18, man. I'm moving out as soon as I turn 18.
As soon as Tweek figured everything out, he sat next to me on the bed, resting against the wall at the head of the bed. I couldn't wait until the movie really got going: Tweek was the emphasis of nerd when it came to LOTR, and I loved messing with him when his true nerd came out. Look up the word "nerd" in the dictionary, and you'll find Tweek's picture. I'll admit, I enjoy the movies, but I'm nowhere near as big of a nerd as Tweek is about it.
"Hey, I'm gonna go get a Pepsi. You want one?" I asked, getting up. I hate sitting through the very beginning, the most boring part of the movie. Tweek didn't answer, his eyes glued to the [large, damn him!] screen. I took that as a yes and made my way downstairs.
I got the pepsis from the garage [they had a fridge out there just for pop and beer] and decided that I wanted some popcorn too. Now, most people would think that my going through people's houses and making whatever I wanted like it was my own was rude, but I'd been over enough that his parents didn't care. In fact, they were like my second parents, and I much prefered to hang out with them than my own.
As I waited for the popcorn, the phone rang. I looked at the I.d, then answered, "I'm sorry, the number you have dialed has been disconnected."
"Craig? What are you doing over there?" Tweek's mom answered, amusement in her voice. I grinned.
   "Oh, you know, molesting your son."
   "Well, just remember to turn yourself in afterward" She replied, laughing. She was the coolest mom ever! There was no way in hell I could joke like that with my mom. She'd have a shitfit.
   "So, how's he doing? He hasn't burned the house down or anything, has he?" The microwave dinged and I scrunched the phone between my head and shoulder so that I could use both hands to extract the bag from the microwave.
   "Well," I said, trying to sound serious, "I wasn't going to tell you this, ma [she let me call her that] but there was an accident with a spark plug. I-I'm sorry, there was nothing I could do. You're t.v has officially been wasted."
   "Oh no, not my t.v! " She cried in the fakest wail of anguish I'd ever heard. I laughed at that.
   "We're watching LOTR." I hissed when I opened the bag and burned my finger a little. I sucked my finger into my mouth.
   "Again? Haven't you memorized it yet? You could just quote it at eachother. It'd be just like watching it, only nerdier." Ma said jokingly.
   "Ha! Yeah right, like I'd ever be caught dead doing that. Tweek, yes. Me, no. Okay, well, I'm about to drop the phone into the popcorn, so unless you wanted to talk to your son, I'd better let you go." I said. I could feel the phone slipping from my shoulder.
   "Nope, just wanted to make sure he was alright. Okay, are you going to be there all week?"
   "If that's okay." I said, adopting a sugary voice which she laughed at.
   "Of course, honey. You know Tweek would get lonely without company. Okay, we'll see you boys when we get back, okay?" Ma said.
   "Alright. Have fun in Hawaii." I said, letting a little jealousy coat the words. I hung up just as the phone was about to fall into the bowl. As I walked up the stairs, I got a spur of the moment idea that was sure to freak Tweek out. I went into his parents' room, found one of his mom's tubes of lipstick and applied a thin layer, then went to Tweek's room.
   "What took so long?" Tweek asked, not even looking away from the t.v. perfect I thought devilishly. Grinning, I stood in front of Tweek and pinched his cheeks.
   "Mommy says that she misses her widdle boy and dat she wanted me to tell you dat she says 'wove and kisses from moooommy!'" With that, I planted two fat kisses on both of his cheeks, adding an effecive "Mwah!" after each one.
Tweek's eyes widened impossibly, then an utterly disgusted look came over his face. "Oh, sick, Craig!" He exclaimed, scrubbing vigorously at his cheeks with the backs of his sleeves while glaring at me. The effect was that he was glaring, with his cheeks pushed together to make his lips purse. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't breath as I wiped the rest of the lipstick from my mouth.
"Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with you?!" He yelled [I could hear the amusement in his voice that he tried to hide] and threw the remote at me, then rushed up to go clean off his face in the bathroom. I wiped the tears from my eyes as I continued laughing.
"Oh my god, my st-stohuhmach hurts!" I said through my laughter as Tweek came back in, his cheek's red from where he scrubbed them.