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"Hey," Kyle half whisper shouted.

Tweek shifted back to reality and turned from the window to look to the left side of him where Kyle had claimed his seat. He was smiling dimly, enough to make the freckles on his cheek rise, and patted Tweeks shoulder as he continued talking.

"Are you ok? You have been quiet for a while and- well I know youre always quiet- but-" Kyle tripped over every word he said, struggling to make his point. "I thought you'd open up a little after we'd- y'know- be alone."

Tweek raised an eyebrow and replied blantly, keeping well maintained eye contact with kyle. "I would open up, but most people in here I dont like."

Tweek nodded up to the front of the car.

It has been 9 hours and Tweek has had to put up with sitting in the car with 4 obnoxious teens. Kyle and Bebe not included.

Driving was Clyde, and since he was driving he had to pick the songs, which fucking sucked in Tweeks opinion.

Next to him was Kevin, his bestfriend, or lover as it would seem, but thats impossible. Not only does Clyde have a girlfriend but he is just a stuckup jock, who sucks at holding a decent relationship.

In the middle were Bebe and Cartman. God, did Tweek hate Cartman. Bebe was fine, she was actually rather nice. But Cartman on the other hand, they've at least had to pull over 20 times to stop at a gas station to get food for him or go to the bathroom, usually both.

And in the back was Tweek, Kyle and Stan. Stan wasnt annoying, sort of at least, but he was friends with Clyde, and that was enough to hate him.

"Oh." Kyle removed his hand from Tweeks shoulder where it had been sitting and mumbled quitely, nearly inaudible due to the blaring Katy Perry music. "Im sorry you had to put uo with these guys for a while," four years, Kyle. "But they're not that bad. Aside from Cartman, of course." Tweek knew that Kyle also loathed most of them, but always tried to stay positive.

Maybe they werent as bad as Tweek depicted them to be. Maybe he was over reacting.

Tweek hated Stan and his friends-hereallydid. And it's no secret because he made sure everyone knew it as often and as vocally as possible.

He has spent so much time trying to forget the stupid things they put him through that, what with the shitty memory Tweek had to begin with, ended up forgetting what littlenormalstuff he did as kid. Yeah, they're stupid and annoting kids-but they really helped him find himself in his skin.

Clyde all of a sudden starting screaming the lyrics to the song, making everyone groan. "BOOM! CLAP! SOUND OF MY HEART THE BEAT GOES ON AND ON AND ON ON ON ON-"

Tweek covered his ears and sighed in frustration, forgetting the words that he had just spoken to himself. Screw them, he wants to go home.

He missed his coffee, there wasnt a starbucks nearby and Tweek was not going to take coffee from a gas station.

Stan had headphones on, but everyone could still see his frustration.

Then Cartmans favriote song had to come on next. Of course it fucking had to.

"This is my fucking shit!" Cartman reached up to the front of the car and turned up the radio 'til it reached its maximum volume. "Mr. Collipark. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! All the shawtys in the club lemme see you dance!"

With Cartman blaring the vocals and Clyde singing in the background, Tweek couldnt blame Kyle for what happened next. He wanted to do it as much as Kyle did.

Kyle ripped off his shoe and chucked it at Cartman. "Shut up you fucking fatass!"

Cartman screeched making Clyde swerve on the road, resulting in everyone screaming, and Kevin falling on top of Clyde.

"KAHL! YOU STUPID JEW!" Cartman started climbing into the backseat while Kyle continued screaming and kicking him.

It was like watching two elementary kids fighting horribly. Despite Cartmans size, Kyle was winning. Which is rather sad now that he thought about it.

Stan pushed Cartman back up into the middle seat and pulled Kyle back.

"You two stop." He was staring at Cartman, but it was almost as if he was mainly talking to Kyle. "Kyle."

Without making eye contact, they both turned to their phones and started texting eachother. They did that quite often, though they were usually in the same room.

Cartman huffed and mumbled something inaudible to the other passengers. Clyde had already turned down the music and silently started talking to Kevin, though the only sounf that could've been heard was the roaring engine.

"Two more hours," Tweek turned back to the window and placed his forehead on it. "two more fucking hours."

Bebe shook Tweek so he would wake up, causing him to jolt up and scream almost immediately. Bebe quickly covered his mouth to shut him up.

Bebe put her finger above her lips and pointed to Kyle.

He was sleeping, softly snoring on Stans shoulder. Up in the front he had noticed Kevin and Clyde switched spots so Clyde could sleep. Cartman was also snoring loudly, which annoyed him almost too much.

He then wondered what time it was, seeing how dark outside was.

"Bebe, what time is it? And why arent we in South Park yet?"

"We stopped somewhere to eat, but you were asleep so we left you in the car. See." She slid her phone from her back pocket and shoved it in Tweeks face.

Tweeks eyes flinched, needing to adjust to the light. Once his eyes focused it showed Tweek asleep, drooling. Tweek blushed and tried to snatch the phone from her, but she quickly pulled it back.

"Nah-ah-ah~" Bebe snickered mockingly. "Its 10 o'clock and we should be arriving at South Park in 10 min."

Tweek smiled, and looked back out the window. The sky was beautiful at night. Kevins window was rolled down, so the car was cold.

He could hardly wait to see everyone again. Though he forgot neraly everyone there. All he remembers are childrens faces. But there is one he vaguely remembers more than the other.

As he tried to remember his name, they passed a sign revealing the all-too familiar name, Tweek only had to read it out to gain back all the sweet and sickening memories of his childhood.

"Welcome to South Park Colorado."

Both good and bad memories filled his senses, and it was like he had been hit in the head with a rock reminding him of that boys name.

Anticipation, impatience, fear. All of them had just been crudely mixed at the same exact moment as he remembered that boys name. As he remembered their memories.

Oh boy.