AN: Damn. I wasn't going to put this up until I finished one of my other stories but...crap. Couldn't help myself, most of you know how it is. Hmm... also, as a side story, I'm thinking of giving Cartman a stalker...

Writing in italic bold is Tweeks journal entries
Writing in italics is Kenny talking/answering to himself (usually, you'll be able to tell)

There are journal entries (cliche? Leave me alone :P) and it's the only time we go into Tweeks POV, otherwise everything is in Kenny's POV unless I note. Which shouldn't happen. I love being Kenny's brain...

Warnings: Its rated M, so use your brain on what Mature means. Though I ought to point out its slash. That means guy/guy relationships. But! I don't plan to get NC-17 on you all. If I do, you shall be notified in THAT chapter. And even so that chapter will be placed elsewhere (the NC version) since some of ya'll are complete tattle tells.

Disclaimer: I still have not bought the rights to South Park from Matt and Trey.

The Boy who Loved Tweek Tweak
I. Introduction

Dear Journal,

I'm tired now. Really tired but I want to write what I saw before I go to sleep. Like most nights when mom and dad told me to go to bed I wasn't able to. The restlessness set in and deep breathing and counting didn't work like mom said to try. So instead, I went outside for a walk. I didn't ask though. They wouldn't let me go out by myself and I was sorta scared especially with the full moon, but I really wanted to walk. I felt like I had to.

I snuck out at 1:46 am, to be sure mom and dad would be asleep. I was as careful as I could be but I still fell down the stairs and I had to wait in fear that they'd wake up but no one did so I left the house. I don't remember when it happened, but when I heard a repetitious squeak I realized I was in the woods. There was the usual reaction. Hair pulling, panting, that sort of thing, and I tried again to do the deep breathing but I only got lightheaded and nearly fainted.

The squeaks continued but I couldn't tell which direction they were coming from so I just had to choose a direction. When I saw the moon through the trees I figured I was going the right way. Instead when I peaked around a tree I saw the park. That's when I realized what the squeaking nosie was.

Someone was swinging.

The old metal chains going back and forth supporting the persons weight, was the sound I was frightened of. My breathing returned to normal as I watched him. I watched him for a long time too, I think. He never said anything, he just kept pumping his legs going higher almost as if he wanted to swing right into the moon.

I didn't realize how quiet it was, besides the squeaking, until I heard his breaths. Then I started to hear my own. They were in sync, our breathing was. I started to notice and picked up on things I didn't see before. He was blonde, just like I am and his hair flowed back and forth, every strand rising and falling in the same exact spots, whipping in the swing created wind. And the thing is Journal, he didn't stop, he just kept going, higher and higher in the air that I began to tremble for his safety. Surely, Journal, he was going too, high!

Then in one breath I watched as he jumped from the swings restraints. My gasp was caught in my throat, it was like slow motion. His jump, his body being thrown in the air with the moonlight glimmering off his hair. It was surreal, he looked ethereal. Free, freer than a living person can really be.

I watched him start to land, he had been airborne for so long I didn't think he'd ever come down and for a moment I was startled because I thought, just for a moment, that maybe he wasn't of our world. But gravity did pull him down, and he stumbled when he landed. I brought my hands over my mouth to keep from gasping, and to keep my hands from grasping my hair in agitation. He fell completely and landed into the snowy ground, but it was more like a plummet, he landed face down right into the cold white earth.

I watched in silence, waiting for him to move, but he stayed in that position for so long I thought he was dead! My heart has nearly stopped a lot of times from being scared, but this was the first time I was still. My hands were around the side of the tree trunk I was still peeking around. My mouth was hung open and I must have been radiating pure fear, fear for him. But, thankfully, thank God, I saw him finally shift.

I watched him sit up, his back to me. He rubbed his blonde hair that was wet and covered in snow as well as massaging his neck. What he did next, I don't understand.

He started to laugh. Not loud, but it was a clear laugh. So pure, so... so free. Journal I wished you could have seen it. He then turned himself around and fell back into the snow, sprawling out all his limbs.

I could barely make out his facial features. I wanted to see who it was. I wanted to get a closer look, but...

There was an inner pull inside me. It was then that I thought, that maybe I was invading something personal. Something he had just for him. It must have been, why else would anyone swing in the dead of the morning and jump so unconcerned? So I didn't walk further. Instead I turned around, it was time to go back home anyway, especially since I'd lost a sense of time from watching him.

When I was retreating further into the woods, hoping I was going the right direction, my foot landed on a branch. Very typical and I snapped my head back in his direction. His body jerked up into a sitting position as he inspecting his surroundings. But I knew he couldn't see me, I was too far in the darkness. Though there was a point when his eyes, which had been roaming over my surrounding area, stopped. They stopped right on me.

I widened my eyes, I knew he couldn't see me, it wasn't possible, but his eyes never wavered and the way he was looking at me, he was so curious. He even narrowed his eyes, as if he was trying to get a better look, as if it would help him see better.

He called out. But I didn't dare answer because I knew that voice. I knew that placid voice. It was one of the same voices that tease me at school.

I watched as he eventually turned his eyes away and settled back down on his snow, in the same indifference he had before I had startled him by stepping on that branch. At some point, we got some wind and as I watched as he settled back down I noticed his swing settle as well.

I headed back home, leaving Kenny to his moment.

I wonder, Journal, could I ever be like him? To swing like that and to jump off without thought of consequence? With such a feel of freedom as he did? I doubt it. I wouldn't want to sprain anything. Chances are I would not be able to land the way he did without hurting myself and I still fear pain.

I didn't mean to write so much, and now that I've told you what happened I'm really tired. More than I was when I started. I don't feel restless anymore.

...I wonder if Kenny goes to swing every night?

Your friend, Tweek

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