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Tweek’s P.O.V
I like to call myself different. In no means do I see myself as someone who’s better than everybody. No, but I like to call myself different. My name’s Tweek Tweak. My parents named me after their coffee shop; lame, right? They could’ve named me something else, but they just had to- Sorry. I have the tendency to do that. My mom’s name is Mary Tweak, but she prefers to be called Mrs. Tweak, and my dad’s name is Richard Tweak. I’m an only child, but I have “friends” to compensate for the loneliness. I say “friends” in quotes because I’m sure one day they’ll just leave me for good because they’re tired of my ticking, my sudden outbursts, or just my random rants about the gnomes who steal my underwear. Ah geez, did I do it again? I’m sorry.
My “friends” are Craig Tucker, Clyde Donovan, and Token Black. There’s more, but I can’t be bothered to list them all. These are the people I usually hang out with, only because Cartman’s group can be jerks sometimes except Kenny and Butters. They’re softies.
I’m currently in school right now; it’s lunch. I’m staring at my coffee-filled thermos and talking to you in my head. “Eek- Tweek- Tweek!” A familiar nasally voice called out for me. “Hmm?” I turned to Craig. Ah yes, Craig Tucker, one of my closest “friends”. He’s your typical stoic, hidden, “I don’t give a fuck about anything” teenage boy. If and when given the chance, he’ll flip you off. “We were talking about having a sleepover at Token’s house. Do you want to come?” Craig asked. “When? It can’t be on a school night because y’know my parents would definitely not agree with that, and we’d be tired the next day. Gah! If we’re tired, we won’t be able to focus, and if we don’t focus, we’ll fail-” I was interrupted by Clyde. “Calm down, Tweekers! It’ll be on Friday until Sunday.” Clyde smiled to reassure me. I nodded, “Okay. I’ll talk to my mom and dad about it.” I responded and started to set my gaze on my thermos once again. “Okay, it’s settled. Craig and Clyde, you bring the snacks. Tweek, you bring the comic books-” Token spoke; I interrupted him. “Wait what!? I’m not bringing MY comic books! Most of them are limited edition; they can’t be ruined by you guys!” I twitched. “Calm down! They’re just for Craig; you trust Craig, right?” Token cocked an eyebrow. I could feel my face heat up as I felt Craig look at me. “Y-yeah, okay. Gah! Fine.” I answered. They continued their conversation as I placed my gaze back onto my thermos.
You’re probably wondering why I blushed back there. You see, I’m gay. Like.. really gay. Craig is.. What you call.. Really cute. Unfortunately for me, he’s straight. At least, I think so. He’s had like 2 girlfriends, which were failed attempts at possible relationships. The first one was Wendy Testaburger; he broke up with her because he found out she was cheating on him with Stan Marsh. The second one was Heidi Turner, Cartman’s ex. She broke up with him because she still had feelings for Cartman, and Craig had to be the one to tell her. Those are the relationships I know about. Fuck if I know the girls he’s been in bed with. Anyways, yes, I have this small crush on Craig. It started way back when we were 10, we had to ‘fake’ being gay for the whole town of South Park. I say ‘gay’ in quotes because even though he’s not, I still am very well gay. Eventually, Craig was tired of it, and we did a second fake break up; it went well. The town wasn’t so beat up about it, so we just went on from there. Fuck I’m sorry, I didn’t mention the fact that we’re Juniors in high school. I keep forgetting what’s important and what isn’t.
The lunch bell rang, so I got up and walked with Clyde to my locker. Clyde is what I call my best friend. Clyde knows everything about me like... everything. He knows that I’m gay and that I have a small crush on Craig. Of course, he would never say anything or else I’d tell Token that Clyde has a crush on him. No, Clyde’s not gay. He’s bi. I’m the gay one. Again, unfortunately for Clyde, Token’s straight. This I know because Token and I were playing Truth or Dare once, and Token admitted that he would never ever date a guy. Funny enough, that was the same day I found out that Clyde was crushing on Token.
“Psst, Tweek. You good? You look like you’re in deep thought.” Clyde called out as he put his Algebra II book in his locker. “Yea, I-i’m fine.” I smiled at him as I grabbed my US History notebook from my locker. “You’re not thinking about Craig again, are you?” Clyde teased. “Shut up. I’m not. You’re not thinking about Token again, are you?” I teased back. “Touche.” Clyde smirked. I grabbed my messenger bag and started to walk with Clyde to our next period, US History.
Clyde and I usually sat in the middle, but all the seats were taken, so we opted for the back row. It’s not like we listen in the class anyway. As class started, Clyde started a game of tic-tac-toe on a piece of loose leaf paper. I couldn’t resist, so I played with him, making sure I wouldn’t get caught by the teacher. As the lesson went on, Clyde and I played numerous games of tic-tac-toe; the score was 5-3. I’m winning, of course. As Clyde passed back the paper to me, I noticed that he wrote on the bottom of the tic-tac-toe board. ‘Do you think Token and I have a chance?’ I drew a ‘O’ on the board and wrote below: ‘Isn’t Token straight? I thought we discussed this?’. I slipped the paper back under his notebook. He was taking his time, so I decided to drink my coffee. The coffee was warm, but it was enough for me to get some energy to last in US History.
Clyde slipped the paper back. ‘I mean like yea, but things can change, right?’ Clyde wrote. I drew another ‘O’, which blocked Clyde’s X’s. ‘That’s like saying Craig is going to stop being Craig’ I wrote back and slipped the paper under his book again. He looked at me and stuck his tongue out teasingly, which I gladly returned the gesture. I’m not sure if he stuck his tongue out because of what I wrote about Token or the fact that I blocked his X’s. Soon enough, the bell rang.
I walked to my locker alone since Clyde had PE next. I was rummaging through my books until I heard a familiar voice speak up. “Hey Tweek, can I walk with you to our next class?” Token spoke. I grabbed my Choir note sheets and looked at Token nodding in approval. “Awesome.” He held his arm out, and I locked arms with him as we walked through the busy hallways of South Park High. Since this was 5th period, the hallways were more crowded with Freshmen, so Token and I had to be cautious. A couple people bumped into me, which almost knocked the thermos out of my hand. “Hey watch it!” Token called out. Token is like a big brother to me; he would always take care of me because he knew I couldn’t stand up for myself. It was always like this.
Eventually, we made it to Choir class. I had chosen Choir as my elective, and honestly, it’s not that bad. It was either this or PE. God forbid me to ever join that class; I’m weak as fuck. Like I said, Token protects me, and he hates PE as well. Token and I sat in the middle row; I was in between Token and Bebe. I’ll spare you the time and just skip this class.
Ah, yes, 6th period; my favorite period. It’s Home Room. This was the time where I could just sit in peace, slap my headphones in, and sketch in my notebook. Usually, kids would do homework during this period, but I like to do it when I’m at home. I prefer to live up to the name Homework. I find it hard to sketch because I’m always shaking. Maybe it’s the amount of coffee I drink in one sitting or the pills that I take, but it’s really annoying. I use this time to reflect on what happened today. Although I’m physically a mess, I like to keep my thoughts and words composed. I wrote down the assignments I needed to do, and the topics I’d need to discuss with my mom and dad over dinner. Just like that the period was over.
Token always drove us home; his house was at the end of the street that was blocked off by a black security gate. Craig and I lived three blocks away from each other, and Clyde lived closer to Token. Token hated to see me take the bus because everyone was so cruel; he spared Clyde the walk from his house to school, and while he was at it, why not pick up Craig? In Token’s car, Clyde always rode shotgun because he would always run to the car first despite knowing that none of us really cared. I always liked sitting in the back with Craig; it was silent. Craig never really talked to me unless he wanted to hang out at my house or there was a new comic book release and needed a buddy to tag along. I was okay with that.
As I sat down behind the driver’s side, Craig sat next to me and put his backpack in the middle of us. I stacked my messenger bag on top of his. Clyde and Token started to drone off about some debate about which superhero was the best. I started to stare outside the window and look at the trees and houses that were passing by. “Hey Tweek, can I come over?” Craig spoke up. “Mhm, just-” “Take off your shoes when you come inside the house, I know.” Craig smirked. That damned smirk; it was enough for me to melt on the inside. “Hey Token, I’m going to Tweek’s so..” “Okay.” Token replied and went back to Clyde’s debate about how Mysterion actually has superpowers. It’s funny because they were debating on superheroes that we dressed up as in 5th grade.
The car halted to a stop as we approached my house. “Craig and Tweek, your stop!” Token called out. “Thanks, Token.” I smiled as I grabbed my bag and opened the car door. “Yea, what Tweek said.” Craig said. Token rolled his eyes as Craig and I walked to the sidewalk. He drove off as Craig and I walked on my driveway. “Anyone home?” He asked. “I doubt, you know mom and dad.” I replied as I jiggled the key into the door lock. “Need help?” He asked. “Ngh. No, I got it.” I said as I struggled to turn the key. He chuckled and turned the key for me. “I loosened it up for you.” I teased. “Sure you did.” He replied. I opened the door and immediately took off my shoes. Craig did the same. I looked at him with a smirk to which he gave back as we bolted up the stairs and into my room.
“I win!” I panted as I jumped into my bed. “No fair, you got a head start!” He whined. “You’re just a sore loser, Craig.” I rolled my eyes as I sat up. “Whatever.” He sat on the floor space in front of me. He laid his head on my knees as I removed his chullo. I was the only one who was allowed to do this; Craig made it clear when he socked out Token and Clyde for attempting. I played with his hair as Craig stared into the mirror in front of us. “You think I could ever get another girlfriend?” Craig asked out of the blue. “Mhm. You’re just not looking in the right places.” I replied. It was always like this. Whenever Craig had a deep thought or problem he needed to talk about, we would go into this position and converse. Even though I had the smallest crush on him, it pained me to see him heartbroken about his past relationships. “What’s that even supposed to mean?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows. I kept playing with his hair, combing my fingers through his raven locks. “I mean, think about it, the girls you’ve dated were both hung up on other guys.” I replied, “Maybe, you should find somebody who’s emotionally, physically, and mentally available for you.” I added. “Hmm.” He closed his eyes and tilted his head up.
I had a clear view of his beautiful face. His thick black eyebrows that framed his chiseled face. His short eyelashes that brushed his deep eyebags. His cute nose and kissable lips- “You’re a great friend, Tweek.” He interrupted my thoughts. “Yeah?” I responded as I kept tugging on his hair lightly. “Mhm. Any girl would be glad to be with you.” He smirked. You’d think Craig would know that I’m gay. Nope. Not a single bit. I refrained from coming out to him because we had a fake relationship. He’d think I actually liked him, and dear god, that’s too much pressure.
“Thanks, Craig.” I smiled. He opened his eyes slowly. His deep blue eyes returned a gaze to my green hazel eyes. Fuck. I tore my gaze away, “D-do you want to eat?” I was a nervous wreck; I could never maintain eye contact with Craig. “Let’s order pizza?” He suggested. I replied with a nod and grabbed my phone from my messenger bag.
When the pizza arrived, I saw Craig bolt to the door and grab the pizza from the delivery girl. I came up behind him and grabbed the box from him and opened it. “So.. are you single?” The girl asked whilst twirling her a strand of her hair. I was a little shocked that she asked Craig that, but I stayed behind him and pretended to examine the pizza. Please don’t say yes. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am single.” Craig leaned against the doorway. Ouch, so much for that. I took the pizza box to the kitchen counter and got plates for the both of us. As Craig talked to the pizza girl, I texted Clyde.
‘Clyde’- Tweek
‘Hmm?’ - Clyde
‘Craig’s flirting with the pizza delivery girl’ - Tweek
‘Name?’ - Clyde
‘Fuck if I know’ - Tweek
‘Chill, chill. Craig’s straight, remember?’ - Clyde
I sighed and put the phone down. I didn’t bother replying; I already knew what was next. To calm my nerves, I started brewing a pot of coffee. I know I should cut it off, but hey, this is a dire situation. Craig walked to the kitchen holding a piece of paper in his hand. “Guess what?” Craig asked sitting on a stool. “You got the pizza delivery girl’s number?” I asked while pouring a cup of coffee. “Yes! God, I’m so happy.” He smiled and looked at the paper. “Happy? You?” I laughed. It’s been a while since I heard Craig say he was happy. “Hey, don’t be rude.” He stuck his tongue out. “Okay, okay. ‘M sorry.” I said while drinking my coffee. Craig has three sides that I know of: One of which is the side he shows only me when we’re alone together, the second one is his “I don’t give a fuck about you or anyone” side, and the third one is his flirty side. By the gods, I’ve seen them all. Yes, his flirty side too. He was shitfaced drunk, so I’d say it counts. They say being drunk shows your true intentions, but even with Craig, you never really know what’s going on in his head. Drunk or not.
Craig and I sat in comfortable silence as we ate our pizzas. He broke it once he brought up how cute the pizza delivery girl was. “What’s her name?” I asked. “Molly.” He replied with a smile. “You seem too happy about her, Craig.” I added. “Cut me some slack, it’s been a while.” He rebutted. I nodded and put my plate in the sink. I don’t do the dishes in the house because my dad finds it joyous for him to do it, so I leave dishes for him. Same thing with my mom but with laundry. She loves doing it, but I refuse to let her do mine because I can handle such a chore by my own.
As time went by, Craig was playing on my game console as I read the US History chapter that was assigned to us. His head was on my lap as his thumbs fumbled with the buttons on the controller. I stroked his hair as I read about the causes of WW2. “Do you think she likes me?” Craig put the controller down and looked up at me. “Mhm, I bet she does.” I said while writing down the answers to the homework questions. “No, dude, I’m serious. Do you-” I cut him off. “Craig, I’m not her, so I don’t know, but if it helps, I think she does.” I said. “What do you feel about her?” He asked. “I don’t know, dude, I don’t even know her.” I said truthfully. “Hmm.. okay.” He hummed as he went back to his game.
I heard my parent’s car pull up in the driveway. The front door opened and out revealed my parents. “Hi son.” My dad greeted me as he walked in. “Hi dad.” I responded. My mom walked in after him and patted my head. “Hello there Craig.” My mother spoke. “Hi Mrs. and Mr. Tweak.” Craig replied sitting up. “Will you be staying for dinner?” My mother asked. “I’m afraid not, it’s a school night; dad and mom want me home.” Craig replied, still not peeling his eyes from the screen. “Awe, that’s a shame. That’s okay!” My dad replied. My parents disappeared in the kitchen while Craig and I stayed on the couch doing our own thing again.
“Thanks for having me over, Tweek.” Craig said as he walked out my door. “Mhm, no problem.” I held the door waiting for him to walk out. “See you tomorrow?” He looked back and smirked at me. God dammit. “Mhm.” I replied as he flipped me off. I returned the rude gesture and closed the door.
I sat down with my parents at the dinner table. “So, how was school?” My dad asked. “It was good. Work?” I responded while taking a bite of the lasagna my mom prepared. “Always booming, darling.” My mother replied. I nodded and chewed the lasagna. “Can I stay over at Token’s on Friday till Sunday?” I asked. “Of course you can, son.” Both my mom and dad replied. “Cool thanks.” Conversations with them were always short and simple; it cause I kept it like that. If I didn’t my mom and dad would keep droning about such a topic for hours on end. I learned my mistake.
After dinner, I found myself staring at the ceiling with my hands folded on my stomach. This was the only position I found myself not twitching or spazzing out. Even though you can’t really tell, I still do. I just choose not to talk about it or mention it. I’m already weird as is. Clyde and I texted about Molly; he said he knew her from grade school, but I don’t recall anyone named Molly. Then again, I don’t really pay attention because I’m so focused on the smaller picture, which is usually my thermos or Craig. God, so help me.