Chapter 11: 10thGrade

A lot had changed since they started high school, but at the same time, a lot hadn't. The upperclassmen still saw him as a little kid (although he probably had more life experience than all of them put together; he had seen some shit), the teachers were still assholes, the consolers were still assholes, his classmates were still assholes; everything was basically the same. The only good thing about moving up one was having superiority over the younger kids (who were also assholes). It was pretty much the same shit one year later.

"Fuck sake Tweek, stop shaking," he sighed, rubbing his forehead with one hand and grabbing Tweek's arm with the other. Tweek let out a mumbled apology before continuing his assignment for art class. That was one thing that had changed that year. Tweek had started taking art class. Along with that, he started smoking (pot and cigarettes) and drinking less coffee. One habit for another. Craig blamed the stupid hippie teacher. Craig didn't like that Tweek smoked, but he couldn't say anything because he did too and that would just make him a hypocritical dick. Still, he would stop the blonde after one or two cigarettes and he always supervised the weed stuff since Kenny was not to be trusted when high (or ever). The kid still shook like a motherfucker though.

"Oi, Tucker, Tweak, you up for some shit tonight?" Kenny asked, grabbing a chair and sitting across from their desks. Craig was going to say no but Tweek nodded his head in the affirmative, so he'd have to tag along. Rolling his eyes, he flipped Kenny the bird and went back to reading. He'd been reading a lot lately. It was mostly Kyle's fault, who, in being around Kenny too much, had been around Craig a lot as well. After the redhead finished a book that he liked, he would force it on Craig to read so they could discuss the book together, since he couldn't talk with Kenny about it. Kenny read about as much as a toddler.

After school let out, Tweek followed Craig out to the car they had bought together and they headed over to Kyle's house. Kyles' parents were out of town on some kind of Jewish trip, and the only other person there was Ike, who didn't give two shits if they smoked or not. Ike was a cool kid, same age as Ruby (thirteen) but a hell of a lot more mature. Craig usually saw him lurking about the house with some punk ass kid named Filmore who was two years older than Ike and sometimes smoked pot with them. Filmore reminded Craig of Clyde, which was weird because Ike hated Clyde's guts. Craig suspected they were in a relationship.

Kenny was already at Kyle's when they got there, red eyed and stoned out of his mind while Kyle sullenly read War and Peace on the couch. Tweek waved slightly and took a seat on the couch, pulling out a pack of Marlboros. No pot for him today. Shrugging, Craig went over and sat with Kenny. After a few minutes, they heard something stomping around upstairs. "Then get the fuck out!" Ike was shouting. Oh,Craig thought in a drugged stupor, Filmore'shere.Kyle stood up, a worried look flashing across his face, when suddenly someone came flying down the stairs and out the door. Craig recognized the figure as Filmore. After a couple more seconds, Ike came down the stairs with a look that was a mix between anger and distress. Kyle rushed toward him.

"Oh Ike," he sighed, reaching for his younger brother, "What happened?" Ike shrugged away from his brothers arms and went into the kitchen mumbling that he didn't want to talk about it. Kyle bit his lip and looked like he considered following, but finally sat back down on the couch. Sensing that Kyle was upset, Kenny got up and sat next to him, rubbing the others knee for comfort. Tweek remained on the couch, puffing away at his cigarettes. Craig knew how Ruby was when stuff like this happened, so he got up and went into the kitchen.

Ike was at the table, looking like he was making a very big effort to keep from crying. Craig frowned and pulled up a seat next to him. Ike glanced up but didn't say anything. "Are you gonna tell me what happened?" Craig asked. Ike was silent for a few seconds.

"He makes me so angry," he grumbled. Craig smiled a bit. He knew what the kid meant. "He's always fucking around in school and he's going to fail, I told him, but he won't listen to me."

"I know how you feel, kid," Craig replied, ruffling Ike's hair a bit. "It pisses me off that Tweek smokes." Ike looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"But you smoke just as much," he said. Craig sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"I know I do, but that doesn't mean he should," He grumbled, "I love him, and I don't want him to fuck up his health with that dumb shit. I don't even care about myself as much as I care about him." Ike stared at him before looking up at something behind him. Craig turned around to see what he was looking at and was met with a face full of dark green knit sweater.

"Do you mean that, Craig?" Tweek asked quietly. Craig looked up at him and almost blushed. No going back now.

"Well, yeah of course I fucking meant it," he said. Tweek looked like he was about to cry.

"Oh Craig, I'll stop for you," Tweek said, falling into Craig's arms. Although he was completely confused, he hugged Tweek back. Looking back, he saw Ike grinning at them. It was a shame that Ike was with Filmore, Craig would have liked for him to have married Ruby or something. Tweek was crying at this point, so Craig had to take him home. Things were pretty different now, he supposed, but maybe they changed for the better.

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So Tweek, Craig, Kenny and Kyle are all sixteen in this. I apologize for not having updated anything in literally over a year. I'll try to start updating more. If you see any errors tell me because I was looking back at some of my old stuff and it's really embarrassing.