hey guys! this is my first ever fanfiction (or at least serious fanfiction) and i'd appreciate if you could leave some feedback for it ;v; everything is going to be in tweek's pov unless otherwise specified and i don't own any characters from south park, blah blah blah.
chapter track: you're the reason why i'm afraid to die - eagle seagull
Chapter 1: I'm afraid to die
My life's never been….. easy? Is that the right way to put it? I mean- shit, who's is? But… I mean, I guess I have 'problems', but... I don't like calling them that. It's just something normal that interferes with my life. Everyone has stuff like that. It's normal. Just, mine are in my head and other people's can be physical sometimes. Shit, I dunno- That's not important though.
Look, the thing is, there's this guy in a lot of my classes. People think he's mean and stuff and, well, he's one of my best friends- at least I think he is? But, I mean, he's really nice once you get to know him and people act like he's not. Like he only knows how to be an asshole. He only treats people like he does because they deserve it though! I-I mean, most of the time. Probably.
H-He's really great though, I swear! There's a lot of aspects to him that are nice too, like his smile, his hair, his e-
My thoughts are cut off by the soft sound of my phone vibrating on my desk. I scramble to grab it, and quickly check the illuminated screen. Speak of the devil, it's him.
From craig- Yo where are you
To craig- sh it i didnt reali ze the time ill be right out sorr y
From craig- Its cool
Uh, right. I didn't mention this 'guy' happens to be Craig. Craig Tucker. He's w-well, one of my few friends. Along with Token and Clyde- I think at least. I really don't know if they like me. F-Fuck, they say they do but, you can never be too sure.
You can never be too sure with anyone.
Craig just so happens to be the one person who cared enough to convince his mom to bring me with him to school. That always made me smile.
Craig makes me smile.
The only thing about the whole thing that doesn't make me smile is, well, the whole car ride there. His mom spent the entire car ride screaming at him. She always does. She accuses him of things that I know aren't true and I can't stand it. Craig never seemed rattled, though. He would just plug his headphones in or stare out the window and, god, h-he's so cool.
S-Shit! I keep getting distracted! Craig's probably left by now, dammit!
I quickly throw on my green button up and button it messily, throw my backpack straps over my shoulders and run out to the kitchen as my heart races.
"Oh, there you are sweetie. Your little friend's waiting outside for you." My mother's soft voice always seems to calm me down, I'm not sure why. "I made you your favorite brew, hazelnut. Here's your lunch too. I hope you have a good day, dear."
As she hands over the cup and brown paper bag, she smiles delicately. I can't help but to smile back. I take them both from her hands and put the paper bag in my backpack before waving with my free hand and exiting through the screen door.
Craig's still there.
I let out a sigh of relief and open the back door to his mom's minivan before immediately being greeted with his monotone voice.
"What took you so long."
I slip into the car and put on my seatbelt and quickly respond, "I-I just lost track of time- GAH!- I'm sorry!"
That's not exactly a lie, either. Sure my thoughts were mainly to blame, but I did lose track of what time it is. Losing track of time is easy when you're sitting in bed thinking about people you admire.
"Chill, it's not that big of a deal. I was just wondering."
His mom turned on the car accompanied with the loud sounds of the radio and heat all starting up at once. Craig always picks the stations, which is normally old rock, but today he flipped it over to an indie rock station. It wasn't too much different, though.
As we began driving, Craig's mom started up on the false accusations again.
But then, this song started to play.
"You're the reason why I'm afraid to die, oh oh, oh, oh,"
Even though her voice nearly overpowered the radio I could still hear it loud and clear. I felt something. Craig felt it too, I think.
"You set flowers in my wounds, grow a garden in my side,"
I noticed him crack a smile in the rearview mirror.