A fight. A dumb fight that ruined two boys friendship whilst it still affected the other boys in their friendship group, there were two boys who it affected the most, it ruined them destroyed them it broke them.
Chapter 1: Home sweet home
Tweek sat still in the back of the car, eyelids feeling heavy, stomach feeling empty, his head feeling as if it were to explode (for many reasons). His tired eyes watched the scenery go by in a flash - he wasn't sure if it was the lack of sleep or because he forget to take his medicine but there were tall, dark, gooey figures running after him. They wanted him dead; or so he believed - the drive back home seemed to last forever to the twitchy blonde.
'How long has it been? A few hours? Weeks? Days?! No...Just a few hours'
Tweek sighed closing his eyes, his body shutting down for just a while.
When Tweek awoke he was still in the car in his driveway - back at his old home - he felt some sort of peace? Maybe comfort? Being back at his old house, but with a pang of guilt? No, no it was remorse. Sighing, Tweek stayed sat in the car: he didn't want to get out, he felt as if he took one step from the car his whole world would break, falling apart in front of him. Tugging at his shirt, he took a few shakey breathes gaining enough courage and strength to get out of the car muttering "It's okay" and "Nothing bad is going to happen."
"Tweek! Hey!" A voice came out of nowhere, it was familiar but sounded different... Jumping at the sudden voice, Tweek slowly turned to face Kenny Mcormick his friend (if they were even friends back then) from fourth grade,
"Hey man, it's been a while," Kenny placed a hand on Tweek's shoulder - causing him to squeak - giving him a gentle squeeze along with a toothy grin; he'd probably lost one from a fight or something- It took Tweek a while to respond but he managed to push out a timid greeting in return, his hand was already tugging at his shirt, eyes glancing down at the ground, twitching.
Kenny stared at him for a moment before sighing,
"I'm the only one who knows you're back, your dad and my dad have business to do; they've been inside chatting for a while and I thought why not come and see you?" Kenny flashed another grin.
'No one else knows I'm back?' He sighed with relief 'But then soon everyone will know...I don't want to see them, I don't want to see him.' Tweek glanced to Kenny, their eyes locking for a second; he froze wanting to say something, but he couldn't think of anything so he just shut his mouth and Kenny took over.
"You coming to school, on monday?"
Tweek nodded.
"Well want to hang with me?"
He glanced at the taller blonde
"I don't really hang with Cartman and the others, we still meet up though." Kenny paused and rubbed his nose a little.
"O-Oh uh, let's g-go inside! I-I don't want you to sick or get h-hypothermia!" Tweek panicked, his hands now pushing the Kenny (who was laughing) into the warm house, he could hear people - Kenny's dad and his - talking in the kitchen so Tweek ended up dragging Kenny into his bedroom.
"Are you sure you don't want me to sick?" Kenny raised an eyebrow, causing Tweek to be confused, "already been back for an hour or so and trying to get into my pants, you should've just asked Tweek; I'd say yes." Kenny smirked chuckling.
Tweek was still confused until it hit him, "Oh! No, n-no! I-I didn't mean I want to do t-t-that and i-it's not because you're ugly!" He shook his head, "y-you're really a-attractive I-I just-" The blonde stopped because of the uproar of laughter from the darker blonde.
"Tweek, buddy, I'm just joking!" Kenny wiped a fake tear away and took place on Tweek's bed, "Anyway," his blue eyes scanned the nervous boy who twitched and rubbed his arm, "You didn't answer my question: do you want to hang with me?"
"I..Uh..I-I," Tweek began, his dull emerald eyes casting down his his hands, twiddling his thumbs before looking back up and nodded quickly. "I-If it's alright, w-with you?" Even though Kenny asked in the first place, he needed to be reassured he was just filled with uncertainty because why would Kenny - someone he hardly hung out with - ask him to hang out? All sorts of thoughts ran through his head, the thoughts screamed at him, screamed horrible things; his body twitched madly as his hands reached for his hair and then he stopped
"-eah man,"
Tweek rose his head slightly, confusion glazed his eyes.
"I said, yeah man. If I didn't want to I wouldn't of asked right?" Kenny smiled it was soft, kind and...calming? Yeah, calming.
Slowly Tweek made his way onto his bed sitting next to Kenny.
The two blondes talked or, well, Kenny did most of the talking. Tweek muttered a thing or two when asked something, with an occasional twitch accompanied by "Gah!" or "Ngh!" The two had bonded in a few hours, learning some new things about each other and traded phone numbers. Now it was time for the boy to make his leave, it was a friday night and he had plans (plans to party and leave the weekend for homework).
Tweek stood in the doorway, watching Kenny pull up his orange hood,
"You have my number, text me!" Kenny winked before walking off into the dark.
Tweek stood there for a moment, the cold breeze hitting his face. His mother told him to get back in, he was letting the cold air in and killing the warmth, so he did as told. Now making his way upstairs with a coffee in his hands - being back in South park was going to be interesting - or scary - perhaps both for Tweek Tweak. He sipped at his coffee, staring out his window and watching the moon: scared to take his eyes off it as if the moon would disappear if he looked away.
A few hours had passed, Tweek was still wide awake - now staring at his sixth cup of coffee. He continued to stare, and suddenly he was pulled in, being drowning in coffee, gooey monsters holding him down cackling at him. Tweek screamed, reaching out for someone to save him, but no one was there it was only him and the monsters. Everything was dark. Tweek couldn't breathe - every time he tried to open his mouth, dark goo would pour out - he'd instantly covered his mouth trying to stop it but it leaked through his fingers.
"-eek!"
"Tweek!" Suddenly, the voice of his father shook him awake into reality, "Son, what happened? Look at the mess," He gestured to his room, there was coffee on the bed, a few broken mugs then there was Tweek himself; covered in coffee, scratches on his face and a broken mug in his hand.
"Ngh..I-I don't know, I-I was dreaming?..." Tweek said, more as a question - he wasn't quite sure what had happened, and he didn't remember falling asleep but he must of.
"Did you have a nightmare? Again? We could hear you screaming," his dad started to pick up the mugs, but Tweek instantly stopped him - claiming he would clean up the mess, since it was his fault and that he should take responsibility. But his dad just shook his head, "You'll take forever, just go and clean yourself up."
Tweek dragged himself to the bathroom, taking off his coffee-stained clothes and putting them in the wash basket. He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment: pale skin, , cuts, blemishes, faint freckles, dark circles...He shook his head before hopping into the shower, quickly washing. Once he was back out, he glanced at his body again in the mirror - the cuts on his shoulders were fading…
11:30 pm - that was the time on Tweek's phone, the light glaring up at him the darkness. He didn't feel like sleeping, but he felt like that all the time, even when he was a young boy. As he sat on his bed he kept thinking about school, and seeing Craig (which made him feel sick); did Craig still even care about him? Was he still angry about the fight? What was he like now?
That night, Tweek thought about many things - mainly Craig, no matter how much it made him sick and hurt his head,
'Maybe I could be friends with him again? Would he want to be my friend again?...'
Instantly, scenarios began playing in his mind of what could happen: each one worse than the last- by the time he manages to stop thinking about it, the clock reads past 4.
I hope you like it and enjoy it
It's my first Creek fanfic and it's shit
but still, enjoy! - Cen