Thanksgiving Dinner Narrative
I knew I had to check on my mother before I drove over to Tweek’s house for a free Thanksgiving dinner.
She’s been a mess ever since my dad decided it was time to move on and finally divorce her.
I had been dying to finally get out from the shop, my wrists hurt from the constant drawing.
I pulled up to my childhood home and the chill of nostalgia and guilt washed over me. Leaving my mother by herself definitely made my stomach churn.
I did call yesterday to see if she needed any groceries or errands ran, but she told me she was fine. I had been mooching off of Tweek for the past few weeks.
As I walked into her house, I couldn’t help myself from feeling shitty about not eating Thanksgiving dinner with my mother.
“Hey Ken, still wearing that same jacket, huh.” My mother smiled at me, she seemed to smile more often now that everyone had …show more content…
“Yeah. You look really nice.” He smirked, leading the way to dining room. They had a table cover and actual silverware. This is already the best Thanksgiving dinner.
Butters was sitting by himself, “Heya, Ken, how’ve you been?”
“I’ve been pretty good, busy at the tattoo shop, I’m looking to get my next tattoo soon.” I smiled at Butters, he’s looking better, Tweek’s been paranoid and keeping tabs on him.
“I’ve been pretty good, I finally let Tweek talk me into therapy, and it’s going really well.” I believed Butters, Tweek looked appreciative.
“The food’s ready, boys. I also made a sweet cup of coffee, if anyone would like some. There’s always time for a nice warm cup of coffee.” Mr. Tweak odd offer comforted me.
-
After eating dinner and watching the Broncos get their ass beat, I found myself sitting on Tweek’s bed wrapped in his sheets. Tweek was still dressed for church.
“Hey Tweek,” He rested his head on my shoulder as our legs intertwined.
“Y-yeah?” He sounded tired, I think today knocked him
She’s been a mess ever since my dad decided it was time to move on and finally divorce her.
I had been dying to finally get out from the shop, my wrists hurt from the constant drawing.
I pulled up to my childhood home and the chill of nostalgia and guilt washed over me. Leaving my mother by herself definitely made my stomach churn.
I did call yesterday to see if she needed any groceries or errands ran, but she told me she was fine. I had been mooching off of Tweek for the past few weeks.
As I walked into her house, I couldn’t help myself from feeling shitty about not eating Thanksgiving dinner with my mother.
“Hey Ken, still wearing that same jacket, huh.” My mother smiled at me, she seemed to smile more often now that everyone had …show more content…
“Yeah. You look really nice.” He smirked, leading the way to dining room. They had a table cover and actual silverware. This is already the best Thanksgiving dinner.
Butters was sitting by himself, “Heya, Ken, how’ve you been?”
“I’ve been pretty good, busy at the tattoo shop, I’m looking to get my next tattoo soon.” I smiled at Butters, he’s looking better, Tweek’s been paranoid and keeping tabs on him.
“I’ve been pretty good, I finally let Tweek talk me into therapy, and it’s going really well.” I believed Butters, Tweek looked appreciative.
“The food’s ready, boys. I also made a sweet cup of coffee, if anyone would like some. There’s always time for a nice warm cup of coffee.” Mr. Tweak odd offer comforted me.
-
After eating dinner and watching the Broncos get their ass beat, I found myself sitting on Tweek’s bed wrapped in his sheets. Tweek was still dressed for church.
“Hey Tweek,” He rested his head on my shoulder as our legs intertwined.
“Y-yeah?” He sounded tired, I think today knocked him