A/N: This fic is heavily influenced by music. You can obviously still read and enjoy without it but I strongly recommend listening to the provided playlist. I will note in the text when a particular song's section starts. The songs and order are below. Hypster playlists/userid/5440908?7252565 .

You're Not Alone - Saosin

The Anthem- Good Charlotte

Seven Deadly Sins - Flogging Molly

Pegboard Nerds - Hero

Closing Time - Semisonic

I Miss You - Blink 182

Human - Jon Bellion

Tetris - Dr P

Rather Be - Clean Bandit

Walking the Dog - Fun.

While We're Young - Jhene Aiko

The winter wind wiped though the pine trees surrounding the quiet little mountain town of South Park. The town hummed with anticipation of the coming holiday. Parents walked their wild children around the town picking up groceries for the coming feast. Kids roamed the streets and play grounds playing the age old game of Cowboys and Indians. Singles spent their days pent up in bars lamenting on the holiday season and lack of family to spend it with. Two boys lounged about on a being next to Stark's Pond. One with raven hair and a menthol cigarette; the other with gold wheat hair and a piping cup of coffee.

"Tweek." Craig Tucker moved his head that laid on Tweek's lap and stared up to his boyfriend. Loving the feeling of his hand combing through his hair.

"Yeah babe?" He smiled.

Craig took a drag off his cigarette and blew smoke rings into the chilled air. "I don't want to go to Denver."

"Then don't go." Tweek replied simply as he took a strong pull of his coffee. He would never admit it but he was heart broken that his boyfriend would not be spending the holiday with him. While his extended family didn't approve of their relationship, he had come to rely on his presence to get through this god forsaken holiday.

Craig sighed. "I wish baby." He sat up and snuffed his cigarette. "Oh. I got you something." He said and dug into his backpack. He pulled out a sealed brown envelope.

"What is that?" Tweek's interest was piqued.

"Just a little something for the thing I am most thankful for."

"Its for stripe?" Tweek cocked his head innocently.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." Craig rolled his eyes and handed the envelope to Tweek. "Now don't open it until I leave."

"B-But why." He wined. "Don't you want to see my face?"

Craig laughed and ruffled the blonds hair. "I would love too, but that would ruin the effect." He finished with a wink. "Now," he stood up. "how about kiss before I go."

Tweek stood up and wrapped his arms around his lovers neck. "I suppose this will have to do." He said with a dramatic sigh. He angled his head up to meet Craig's soft lips. The taste of coffee and cigarettes mingled together and reminded him of partaking in their vices after sex. The two shared a passionate kiss and held each other against the biting wind neither wanting to let go. Craig was the first one to pull away.

"Come on. I have to get going." Craig gave a defeated sigh and grabbed his back pack from the hard packed ground. He took Tweek's hand and lead him towards town.

Goodbyes suck. Goodbyes to your boyfriend suck worse. Goodbyes to the only thing that keeps you sane during the worst time of the year might as well a death sentence. Tweek laid on his bed and stared at the hanging model air crafts swaying slightly from the fan that littered the ceiling. He sighed and rolled over to grab his tv remote when he noticed the envelope Craig had given him.

"Well your gone now asshole." he murmured and ripped open the top.

Tweek. I miss you. Bad. I know I can't be there for you when you really need me and to be honest that kills me. So I have made you a little distraction. Hopefully this will give you a little escape. I love you asshole. Be safe and remember if you get stuck on anything horses are good help.

step one: open your playlists and go to Thanksgiving Special. DON'T LOOK AHEAD. Just play song one. I mean it dick. DON'T. LOOK. AHEAD. And just know your not alone even if Im not there. I love you Tweek. Try not to miss me too much.

Clue one: I am in a better place for monsters to hide.

Tweek stared blankly at the notebook paper with Craig's heavy hand writing scrawled across the page. "That douche called me an asshole..." He glared at the paper and smiled lovingly. "What a dick."

He laid back down on his bed and reread the note. Horses? How could horses be any help? He wondered to himself as he pulled out his phone and headphones to search for the playlist Craig apparently made for him. Once he found it he pressed play and close the screen. -play track one by Saosin- The soft ballad drifted through his head phones and he smiled. He closed his eyes and let the music lull him into a calm.

To Craig: HOW WILL HORSES HELP ME?

From Craig: Horses are very smart animals Tweek. They can count and shit.

To Craig: But UGH! That is no help at alll. How is my help supposed to be helpful if I don't understand the thing that is supposed to be helping me!

From Craig: lol. Chill. This is your distraction while I'm not there. Where is the fun if its not distracting.

To Craig: w/e fool. Where is a better place for monsters to hide?

From Craig: ... Im not helping you. Thats what horses are for. I love you. its 3 am. got to bed. and remember. Your not alone ;)

To Craig: I know. Thank you. Love you too.

Tweek closed the screen on his phone and began pacing his room. "Ok. Monsters hide in closets, under the bed, in dark corners, and ... OH in air vents!" He bolted for his air vent in his room and used his phone to illuminate the space. He hand grew clammy at the though of a monster actually being in the air vent. He scolded himself and swallowed the lump in his throat. He peering into the darkness and found nothing but dust bunnies. He let out a sigh and flopped onto his bed. "Closet is too obvious. Bed is too obvious. GAH!" he twitched. "Where the fuck is it?" He sighed and rolled over to look at his Terence and Philip farting alarm clock. It read 4:05 am. He sighed again and closed his eyes. His thoughts drifted to Craig and the days they spent together in this room.

'Craig' Tweek nudged Craig who laid sprawled on the bed. 'Craig...Wake up fool.'

'No' He grumbled and rolled away from Tweek's pestering hand.

'Babe' Tweek wined. 'Its the gnomes!" He twitched and buried under the covers.

'Tweek, you are 10 years old. Gnomes are not taking your underwear. Come back to bed.'

'B-b-b-but.. GAH!' Tweek thrashed in the bed. 'Its in the closet!'

'That's lame.' Craig's voice was muffled by his pillow. 'They should hide in a better place.'

'Wh-what! Like where?'

'I don't know. Line between your mattresses. That would be scary.'

Tweek screeched and buried his face in Craig's chest. 'B-b-but then they can just r-r-reach up and get meeeee!'

Craig chuckled and stroked his boyfriend's hair. 'Its ok Tweek. I won't let them get you, promise.'

Tweek woke with a start and rolled off his bed. He franticly plundered the space between his mattress and boxsprings until he made contact with a slip of paper. "Fuck yeah!" He turned the envelope over in his hand and looked at the number one scrawled on the front. He took a deep breath and popped open the seal.

AVAST YE LAND LOVIN SCOUNDREL. THE NEXT NEXT PIECE OF BOOTY YE SEEK LIE ON THE SUNKEN SHIP THAT SAILD THE SEVEN SEAS SEVEN YEARS AGO.

"What the fuck," Tweek read and reread the letter. "pirates."

"Pirates... where the hell are pirates in South Park..." Tweek wandered down the stairs and filled his favorite mug with coffee. He sunk into the couch, "Alexa play Tweek's morning playlist." and mulled over the clue Craig left him. -play track two by Good Charlotte- He bobbed his head to the beat and thought back to the last time they played pirates as kids.

To Craig: Babe. where TF are there pirates in south park?

From Craig: lol. I see you found the first clue. when in doubt ask the horse.

To Craig: what fucking horse!

From Craig: gotta go bake a fuckin pie. love you babe. Happy Thanksgiving.

To Craig: Love you too. Happy Thanksgiving.

"Tweek honey," His mother called from the backyard. "can you help with the turkey?"

"Yeah mom." He sighed and went into the back yard. The smell of smoke and cooking turkey wafted up and greeted him. The warmth from the smoker kept the chill of the November air at bay. "When is everyone coming?" He lifted the lid of the smoker and checked the bird.

His mother checker her watch. "In about... 8 hours or so."

"God what time is it?" He asked closing the lid of the smoker and taking his cup.

"Its 7:30."

The stood in silence next to the smoker, taking in its warmth. Tweek was dreading the impending doom of his family coming to visit. Just the thought of his family seeing him and poking fun at his choice in partner made his skin crawl. Not to mention the deliberate attempts to cause him twitching attempts now that he has control over his anxiety.

"I filled your Xanax." She casually mentioned as she sipped her coffee. "Yesterday obviously. Craig said you were almost out before he left."

Tweek let out a huff. He should be annoyed, offended even, but he wasn't. He accepted the fact long ago that his boyfriend would always be nosy and concerned about his medication, but that is one of the reason why Tweek loves him. "I was going to tell you to. I have enough for the long weekend."

"Well we didn't want to take any chances. Especially with Craig not being here this year."

Tweek rolled his eyes. "You make it sound like hes YOUR boyfriend. What is the smartest horse?"

Tweek's mother blinked at the change in subject. She was used to it, but it was much less frequent now that he was older and it caught her off guard sometimes. "Uh.. I'm not sure hun." She pause and mulled it over. Tweek worked his bottom lip with is teeth. "I know they always use Clydesdales in the parades. They must be smart."

"Clyde! God im dumb." Tweek belittle himself for not catching it sooner. Of course their best friend would know all the answered. "Thanks mom." He kissed his mothers cheek and ran into the kitchen to fill his cup.

To Clyde: i need help

From Clyde: Whats new.

To Clyde: Fuck you. I need help with Craig's clue

From Clyde: Ahhhh... you need answers straight from the horses mouth ey? what are you on

To Clyde: Pirates.

From Clyde: dude. thats not hard. figure it out. happy thanksgiving

To Clyde: Hey asshole you need to help me

Tweek stared at his phone and waited for a response. He waited until his eyes got tired and it was apparent he was not going to get one. "Fuck." He mumbled and filled a thermos to the brim with coffee. "Im going to go for a walk mom." I called out into the backyard where his parents sat under a blanket next to the fire pit.

"Ok be back before 4. Love you sweetie." She called and snuggled in closer to her husband.

Tweek left he house and began walking aimlessly. He felt a pang of jealousy seeing his parents enjoying each others company.

A/N: This was intended to be a one shot but due to unforseen circumstances it will be a short series. Happy Thanksgiving all.