Chapter ten: Asshole

After a rough night of crying, Tweek was feeling better. Okay, he was just convincing himself he was better. In all honestly, he was still shit. His blonde locks were messier then normal and he had a new bag under his eyes. Tweek yawned and plopped himself up on his bed. He slowly looked around his room for something. Then he heard the faint buzzing of his phone in the closet. He forgot that he left that there. Tweek grunted and rolled off the bed. His body hit the floor with a thud and he gave out a small groan.

"Well fuck me.." He muttered and rubbed his elbow. Tweek noticed that the faint buzzing had stopped. Ignoring his elbow, Tweek pushed himself up and headed to his small-ish closet. It was big enough to hid him in it, but too small to properly keep clean. Tweek had issues keeping small things clean. 

He opened the closet doors and looked around for his phone. He found it almost buried under some anime t-shirts he had laying on the floor. He quickly grabbed it and held it to his chest.

"My baby.." He slowly muttered while creepily rubbing the back of it. Tweek froze when he realized what he was doing. He quickly stopped and checked to see what the buzzing was. 

2 missed calls from Craig.

He rolled his eyes. Why was this asshole trying to call him? Oh yeah, it was probably a wrong number again. Tweek took a deep breath to try and calm himself down. It was slowly working, but not much. Tweek knew he was getting paid for this, but he thought maybe it could be like some erotic novel where the rich man fell in love with the chick he was paying for sex. But Tweek knew this was real life and not some novel or movie. He muttered a small 'shit' to himself before he once again yawned. He guessed that crying for a couple hours is why he's still sleep. 

/so in chapter nine, he fell asleep in the closet, but he woke up at one point and went to his bed. k?/