Ehhhhhhh…. Made this on the spur of the moment. I own nothing. I'm horrid at proof reading but since I am disguised as a smart person, I will try.
If there was one thing Tweek knew, it was that Mr. Tucker was a terrible teacher. Mr. Tucker had spent more time flipping off his students than he spent time teaching them. And to make things worse, he had it in for Tweek. When Mr. Tucker would ask questions, which was rare, he would always call on Tweek if no one raised their hands. And more often than not, Tweek wouldn't know the answer. So in result, Tweek would ramble on with things he thought were the answer. After Tweek would finish his rambling, Mr. Tucker would always frown and then go about with the topic. What irked Tweek the most was that his teacher never gave him feedback for his answer. Tweek had always considered himself okay in English, but with this teacher he wasn't so sure. The only good thing about Mr. Tucker's class was that it was Tweek's last class.
It was Friday. So being in Mr. Tucker's class meant a lot more to Tweek. Tweek had always been a Friday person. Tweek had also always been a person who preferred endings. Pip, his good friend, was the exact opposite. Pip was always looking forward to things starting. Tweek figured that the reason he liked the Brit so much, was that they were opposites in many ways. Anywho, back to the topic of Friday. This particular Friday, Tweek was squirming in his seat. Although squirming was very common for the coffee addict, he was squirming a lot more this particular Friday. Mr. Tucker stared at his students as they worked on the paper he handed out to them for busy work. He noted Tweek's increase in squirminess (holy crap, I didn't know that was a real word). Craig Tucker resisted the urge to flip off the coffee addict, which was an amazing feat for him. So to distract him from showing Tweek his favorite finger, we began to walk around the room.
Tweek would have noticed his teacher's surprising action (Mr. Tucker never really walked around the room to look at what his students were doing before, he claimed it was for their freedom but they all knew he honestly didn't care.), if the coffee addict had not have stared at the clock obsessively. You see, Tweek had planned to go with Pip to go get a limited edition tea-coffee after school on this particular Friday. Pip wasn't really a coffee fan nor was Tweek a tea fan. So Tweek figured Pip could drink it if there was tea in it. Pip, not wanting to tell Tweek he was disgusted at the thought of the tea-coffee, agreed half-heartedly. Tweek was really looking forward to seeing his best friend enjoy his favorite drink. Tweek licked his lips and stared intently at the clock. Mr. Tucker, who was nearing Tweek's seat, raised an eyebrow at his pupil's odd gesture.
Craig shrugged and the speed walked around the room once more before taking a seat at his desk once again. As soon as Mr. Tucker sat down, his whole body sang with joy. He loved his chair. He smiled as he leaned back and recalled the day he got his best friend… If a chair could a friend. The day he got his chair, his stripe had died. While shopping out of sorrow, he came upon a chair. Then he noticed it was the same color of the poop droplets his late friend had made. That was when he decided the chair had to be his. And the rest his history. The teacher smiled as the bell rung to announce the end of school. Mr. Tucker sighed and stood up. Tweek gathered all of his stuff quickly and ran out the door. Mr. Tucker waited until all of his pupils left the room and then exited. He stood outside the door and watched the teenagers go about their business. He did this to look like a good teacher, but in all truth Mr. Tucker was just waiting until all of them had left so he could leave.
Tweek flew down the hallway as his eyes locked on his best friend. Tweek skidded to a stop in front of Pip. "R-ready P-pip?" Tweek smiled at the Brit.
Pip laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. "Uhh… Sorry Tweek. I…uh….. I completely forgot that I had promised to go fishing with Stan and his gang this Friday." Pip gulped and hoped his friend wouldn't catch onto his lie.
"I-in the w-winter AHH?" Tweek shook terribly.
"Uhhhh…." Pip flinched and searched his brain for another lie. Pip cared for his friend deeply, but the idea of tea-coffee didn't really seem appealing. "Stan wanted to show us how to ice fish." Pip laughed nervously once again.
Tweek stood silently as Pip searched for a hint of his best friend catching onto his lie. Then, after a long minute, Tweek sighed. "I d-don't w-want to i-interfere with p-plans you've a-already made." Tweek felt dejected as he looked down a little. Pip flinched slightly as he closed his locker and sped away before the guilt made him change his mind.
Mr. Tucker stood a few feet away, out of hearing distance. His eyes had followed Tweek out of the room once he saw the boy fly out of his room. The teacher couldn't help but wonder what exactly his coffee addict pupil was so excited to do. Mr. Tucker watched silently as he watched the young boy experience what he thought looked like a love confession. If that doesn't look like a confession of love, then I don't know what it looks like. Then, he saw the change in Tweek's attitude. The teacher sighed as Tweek frowned unhappily. Craig figured Tweek had been turned down. Mr. Tucker never really thought of this school having gays in it, but he knew everyone could be wrong sometimes. He felt a bit of pity for his pupil. Craig didn't know what it was like to be in love, but from what he heard it sounded like a real pain in the neck.
Mr. Tucker watched as Tweek trudged away from his best friend. Tweek let out a sigh and brushed past Stan in the hallway. Tweek thought about wishing him luck in ice fishing, but then he figured he might have to explain how he knew Stan was ice fishing. And that would be too much pressure for Tweek. Tweek sat on a bench and stared at the floor sadly. He really wanted to try the tea-coffee with Pip. It wouldn't be very special alone. As Tweek sat there, he had lost track of time and soon almost all of his fellow students had left the building. Mr. Tucker stood at his doorway, obviously annoyed. He wanted Tweek to leave so he could. The teacher stared at the young man, all the while trying to send him a telepathic message. Craig gave up and slumped against the wall and flipped Tweek off a couple of times.
Tweek, finally coming to his senses, stood up lazily and headed down the stairs to go ask the office to call his dad and ask him to pick him up. Tweek didn't really feel like walking home alone, even if he had done it million times before. Tweek figured that once you have your sights set on spending time with your friends, nothing can satisfy you if it isn't fulfilled. As Tweek stomped down the stairs, his legs wobbled and he lost grip of the bag in his arms. Mr. Tucker watched, in slow-mo-like vision, as Tweek tumbled down the stairs. The teacher sighed and flipped the stairs off. This really isn't this kid's day, is it? Mr. Tucker ran over and peered over Tweek's twitching body.
"Oi….you okay Tweezers?" Mr. Tucker wasn't very good with names. Tweek felt slightly insulted and sat up. As he did, he was startled by his Teacher screaming in his ear. Tweek screamed in response.
"W-What is it? A-am I b-bleeding? D-did my eye f-fall out? A-are t-the g-gnomes o-on me?" Tweek couldn't help but panic. He was being screamed at for god's sake.
"You have a huge welt on your cheek!" Mr. Tucker poked the welt as Tweek flinched. Tweek felt a little stupid for over reacting "Uhhhh…. Go to the nurse's office while I gather your stuff for you." Mr. Tucker held his hand out for his pupil and Tweek took it shakily. After being helped up, Tweek hobbled to the nurse's office.
There was no one there so Tweek went right in and sat on the medical bench. He waited a bit and soon his teacher came in the room. Mr. Tucker sat Tweek's stuff next to the shaking boy and then left the room. Tweek figured Mr. Tucker had gone to go get the nurse when his teacher didn't show back up right away. But the youth was soon proved wrong once when Craig had returned. In his hands was a bag of ice and some pain killers. Tweek quickly swallowed the pills and shivered as they rolled down his throat. Mr. Tucker smiled slightly at his pupil's reaction. Then he handed the coffee addict the ice. Tweek shivered once more and pressed it against the welt on his cheek.
"So…. Taiwan, why are you here still?" Craig sighed and leaned back.
"M-my n-n-name isn't T-taiwan Ahhrg!" Tweek frowned.
"What is it then?" The teacher rolled his eyes.
"T-Tweek." Tweek sighed and adjusted the ice.
"Close enough." The laid back teacher glanced at the pile of papers near Tweek. The paper he had given to his class for busy work was on top. Mr. Tucker observed it silently. Tweek opened his mouth to tell his teacher off for not knowing his name when he was cut off by Mr. Tucker speaking. "You spelled weird wrong. The 'I' is in front of the 'e'" Mr. Tucker pointed at the misspelled word.
"B-but isn't i-it I b-before E e-except a-after y?" Tweek had surprisingly learned this rule from not one of his past English teachers but his History teacher.
"In most cases, yes. But weird is a weird word." Mr. Tucker observed the paper more and pointed out a few more mistakes that Tweek had made and helped his correct them.
Tweek was taken aback by his teacher's surprisingly teacherly words. He never knew Mr. Tucker could actually teach in a less hostile way. Tweek caught himself smiling a bit.
"Y-you s-should do t-this in c-c-class m-more often," Tweek said unconsciously.
"Do what? Give ice to you guys?" Craig raised an eyebrow.
"N-no! T-teach! I l-like the w-way you t-teach. It f-feels natural," Tweek smiled at Craig.
The teacher looked at Tweek with a dumbfounded face. In all of his six years of teaching, Craig has never been told to actually teach. Not even by his superiors. But here's this small, shaking, paranoid boy doing what no one else had ever done. Mr. Tucker smiled and ruffled Tweek's hair.
"Maybe I will."
Lemme know if you want me to continue this. I think someone else has done something like this before; it's not really an original idea. Plus Tweek and Craig are a little OOC. Please review, I enjoy constructive criticism.