It's the middle of the week, a hump day morning, where we are tasked with with having to paint something that inspires us in my 11th grade art class. So I paint the most inspiring thing among man. Two pairs of giant melons that, may, or may not, look like that of a woman's wondrous bosom. I lean over to my fellow man friend Stan, whom I share art with, and ask him what his opinion is on this masterpiece that I am creating.
He glances at my masterpiece and then rolls his eyes at me, "Kenny, dude, another pair of boobs really?"
"It's melons, not boobs," I tell him.
"It's boobs," he states.
"It's art," I correct, and he rolls his eyes once more and goes back to working on his painting.
I look around the class to see what others are working on. My gaze lands on a very peculiar looking piece of art that has an array of colors being sectioned off by big bold black strokes. It's interesting looking, almost, Picasso like. I look to see that the one painting it is Tweek.
I'm a bit surprised to see that he's the one who painted it, but even more surprised by how calm his demeanor seems to be while painting it. And I wonder for a moment, if that is really even Tweek. The bell rings, signaling the end of class and I hear a sudden, 'Gah!' come out, followed by the usual twitching and conclude, that yes, that is indeed Tweek.
...
Later, long after the school day is over, I find myself sitting in a corner booth near the back at Tweek Bros. Coffeehouse. One, being that I needed somewhere quiet to study for this dumb upcoming English test and home isn't exactly peaceful, two, it has free wifi that I can use on my cheap ass cellphone, and three, well, because it's warm here, real nice and toasty.
I continue studying while listening to some music with my headphones in, I glance up at some point to see that I'm pretty much the last one here, aside from Tweek working on a lone shift tonight. I look at the time, see how late it is and decide to head out in five minutes, so that Tweek can close up shop; and so that he doesn't have to ask me to leave, talking to people always seems to make him antsy for some reason.
I notice a customer walk in inbetween my writing notes and doodling. At first glance I pay no mind to them, but then I look again and something seems a bit off about this customer, this, guy. It's not the way he's dressed but how he's acting. He doesn't seem to notice me and I see him talk to Tweek, order something, and then when Tweek goes to make it, I think I see him slip something into Tweek's drink that is set off to the side. Tweek turns back around and hands the guy his order, a drink, he says something more and I see Tweek pick up his drink and take a sip out of it.
I immediately stand up, "Tweek- don't!" I shout.
The guy quickly looks over at me, just now noticing my presence and takes off running out the door. I go over to Tweek by the counter and he looks at me confused.
"W-What is it?" he asks.
"That guy, I think that, I saw him slip something into your drink," I tell him.
"Huh!? R-Really!?" he exclaims looking at his drink.
"Yeah, how do you feel?" I ask a bit concerned.
"I feel fine r-right now," he replies twitching a bit.
"I see... Well hopefully I was only seeing things," although I know the guy shouldn't have runaway then if that was the case, "do you want a ride?" I decide to offer.
"Ngh-w-what!?" he squeaks at my sudden offer.
"Home," I add, "do you want a ride home?"
"Oh, um, n-no thank you, I'm good."
"Alright..." I say, but still feel a bit concerned.
I go over to collect my stuff at the booth I was sitting at, and just as I toss my bag over my shoulder; I look back to see Tweek fall down. "Tweek!" I shout, dropping my bag and running over to check on him. I see him lying passed out on the floor and jump over the counter to get to him. "Hey, hang in there!" I place a hand on his cheek then his forehead and feel him burning up, "Shit-what do I do?" I say aloud to myself.
Without thinking much more, I lift him up over my shoulder and carry him to my truck. I place him into the passenger side and buckle him in. I then go back into the shop and grab my bag. I look around the shop and find a a pair of keys, I decide that since Tweek can't really lock up, that I'll do it for him. I turn off the lights, lock the shop up, and head back to my truck. I get in, start it, and take off.
In a hurry, I end up taking him back to my place after realizing I don't know where he lives. I get out of the truck and go over to his side and carry him on my back this time. I open the door to my house, and see that mom and dad have passed out drunk again; thankfully, so I won't have to explain myself to them, I make my way to my room.
I place Tweek down onto my bed and go to get a cold cloth and water. I come back and place the cold cloth on his head. He moves around a bit and opens his eyes slightly.
"Kenny...?" he mumbles.
"Hey, yeah it's me, how are you feeling?" I ask, and he murmurs an incoherent response.
I pick up the cloth and go to rise it in cold water, when I get back I see Tweek sitting up with his shirt gone and he pants almost all the way off.
"Whoa- hey, what are you doing?!" I go over to him and try and lie him back down, but he keeps trying to get back up to remove his pants. "Tweek! Leave your pants on!" I yell at him.
"Too hot..." he mutters out.
"I don't care, leave your damn pants on!" I tell him and the next thing I know, he topples onto me, "What the hell did that guy slip into you drink?" I mumble trying to move Tweek back onto the bed.
It takes some effort and he loses his pants somehow along the way, but, I manage to get him back into bed. He lies on his back and seems to have settled down, so I pull the bed sheet over him and put the cold cloth back on his head. I let out a sigh and take my coat off, propping it under my head. I close my eyes and try my best to get some rest.
Morning comes and I'm sore all over from sleeping on the ground. I look over at my bed and see that Tweek is still asleep, the cloth that was on his head has fallen to the side now. I place a hand on his forehead and his temperature feels more normal now. I get up and head off to the kitchen to look for some food. After I find half a pop-tart to eat, I head back to my room, I sit down and take my cellphone out of my coat pocket checking for messages.
"Nngh," I look up and see Tweek moving around. He opens his eyes, looks around and then looks at me. "Kenny?" he mumbles.
I smile, "Good morning sleeping beauty."
"Where am I?" he asks.
"In my room."
He starts to sit up a bit and places a hand to his head. "...Why?" he asks and then notices his clothes are missing, "Wait- w-where are my clothes?!" he wraps the bed sheet around himself tightly, "Why am I n-naked?!" he shrieks and looks at me accusingly; which I find to be just a tad bit offensive.
"Whoa, calm down, I didn't do anything to you I swear." I say putting my hands up in defense. He looks at me suspiciously, " Look, last night at the coffee shop when I was getting ready to leave, you passed out. I think that guy must have slipped something in your drink. I went over to check on you and you were burning up pretty bad. I didn't really know what to do, so I brought you here, back to my place because I didn't know where you lived. And then you suddenly turned into a stripper and started to remove your clothes because you said you were too hot. I tried to stop you but you were really determined to take your clothes off."
He continues eyeing me suspiciously for a bit but seems to relax his shoulders slightly. "So, you didn't do anything weird to me then?"
"Nope. I didn't do any funny business to you," I reply, "all I did was bring you here and put a cold cloth on your head and cover you with that sheet," I point to a pile of clothing next to the bed, "your clothes are right there," he looks down over at them, "do you not remember any of it?"
He shakes his head, "Not really."
I cross my arms and recall what had happened last night, "I wonder what that guy was after," I think aloud.
Tweek's brows furrow a bit, "Yeah..."
"Maybe it was the cash in the register?" I ponder.
He nods his head a bit, "Maybe."
I look at him, "Or maybe it was you?"
His eyes widen, "Oh, J-Jesus-what!?" he exclaims.
I shrug, "I don't know, just thinking aloud," I notice him begin to twitch quite a bit at that and I go back to what I had said before, in an attempt to ease his mind, "nah, it was probably the cash he was after, the guy probably just wanted you out of the way with for a bit."
He seems to calm down for all of a split second before his eyes widen yet again, "Oh- god, the shop! I didn't lock up!"
I let out a small laugh, "Don't worry, I locked it up for you last night before bringing you here."
"You did?" he asks surprised.
"Yup," I grin.
"Oh- uh, thanks," he replies sheepishly. A look like he just realized something else appears on his face, "Wait-what time is it?!"
I look at the time on my cellphone. "Uh, 8:45am"
"Gah!" he leans forward a bit pulling at his hair, "Oh no- I'm late for school! So late!"
"Relax dude, it's only the first period, and there wasn't really anything you could do-"
"You don't understand! I need to do well! I can't risk having t-tardy grades!" He yells.
"Why-" I go to ask but am cut off.
"Can you drive me to school now!?" he asks lurching forward and grabbing on to my shirt, looking right at me.
The sudden action catches me off guard, "S-Sure?" I respond a bit confused and he let's go.
"Thanks," he sighs out and then stares at me.
"What?" I ask.
He's quiet for a couple of seconds before responding, "Um, can you... leave so I can change?"
I stare at him for a moment, then laugh a bit and get up grabbing my coat as I leave my room. "I'll meet you outside in my truck then," I say before closing the door behind me.
He's ready about five minutes later and I start the truck and head for the school. We arrive in time for second period. Tweek goes to get out of the truck but I remember something and stop him, "Wait a second," he looks at me, "here," I hand him the coffee shop's keys, "wouldn't want to forget these," I smile.
"Oh, right..." he replies taking them from my hand, "thanks."
And with that, he turns and heads out of the truck, closing the door behind him and running to the school's entrance. I lean over and pick up my bag that I had left in the truck over night and exit with it, also making my way to the entrance. The rest of the morning passes by like normal, lunch time rolls around and I'm sitting with my usual group of friends, Stan, Kyle and Cartman.
"Hey Kenny, where were you for first today?" Stan asks.
"I uh, slept in a bit," I tell him.
"Really? Huh, Kyle said he saw you arrive here with Tweek," Stan says.
Kyle nods his head confirming what Stan said, "Yeah, what was that about?"
"Oh that, I gave him a lift here when I passed him on the way to school. He overslept too it seems," I lie, figuring Tweek probably wouldn't really want me telling what actually happened last night. No need for that kid to start freaking out about more stuff.
"Suuuuure Kinny, that's what you want us to believe," Cartman says.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I say looking at Cartman now.
"You just 'happen' to come across him on the way here, I'm sure that's all it was," he says, and I roll my eyes at him.
"Well unlike you, Kenny is actually a decent human being, so I believe him," Kyle says taking a bite out of one of his school lunch french fries.
"Of course you would, Jew," Cartman sneers, and Kyle returns it with a scowl, "I'm just saying that it's a bit strange that you and Tweek happen to both be 'late' on the same day at the same time is all."
I give him an unamused look then take one of Kyle's fries, dip it in ketchup, and toss it at Cartman, it hits his forehead.
"OI!" he shouts.
"Sorry it slipped," I tell him and go about eating my own lunch.
Kyle and Stan start laughing and Cartman proceeds to go on a five minute rant about it. At some point going on to say, how he's now contaminated by poor and Jew germs, to which ends up resulting in an empty chocolate milk bottle being thrown at him from Kyle, thus their usual arguing ensues. To at which point, I decide it best to leave and go do something else.
...
The following day, all seems like it has returned to normal once again. I however, find myself looking at what Tweek's working on again in art class. This time though, when I take a look at it I can see him fidgeting a bit and every so often I think I see him glance over and look at me. When class ends I decide to go over to ask him if he's alright, but when he sees me approaching him; he makes a loud disgruntled sound and rushes off so fast, that he turned into the flash for a split moment of time.
When lunch comes around today I decide to take a walk around the school, no real reason other than I just feel like it. I walk down one of the hallways and hear something, it sounds like music, piano music. I reach a room, the music room, where the piano music is coming from and look in. There I see sitting at the piano, is Tweek.
I watch him play, his demeanor is once again very calm like it was before in art class that day. His eyes appear to be closed, almost as if he's envisioning something while playing. Something about this all seems so awe inspiring in a way. The song ends and I clap my hands. The sudden clapping seems to catch him off guard a bit as I see him jump right up out of his seat.
"W-what are you doing here?!" he exclaims.
"I was just passing by when I heard such nice music playing, so I decided to pop in and see who it was," I tell him grinning, "you're really good you know that?"
He averts his gaze slightly, "...I don't really think so," he mumbles.
"What?!" I exclaim in disbelief, and he looks right at me flinching a bit at the sudden raise in my voice, "You gotta be kidding me! Dude- that was awesome! You were like that deaf dude reincarnated, what's his name again? Beeftoven?"
"Beethoven?" he suggests.
"Yeah him! You were like him reincarnated just now," I say and look at him, "heck, you even sort of have the look for it too."
He tugs at his hair slightly and shifts a bit like he's unsure of something. "Um," he starts, "would you be able to come by my house tomorrow?"
"Your house?" I repeat back curiously.
"Yeah, I uh, wanted to give you a thank you gift for helping me out the other day. But it's um, not ready just yet," he tells me.
"Oh, you didn't need to do that. It's just common sense to want to help out someone in trouble," I say.
"I know but..." he trails off, the expression on his face faltering a bit.
I stare at him for a few seconds, "But you went through the trouble of getting something for me, so it's a bit rude of me to turn it down," he looks up at me, "so uh, where do you live? I don't really know your exact home address."
And for a moment I think I see a faint smile appear on his face mixed in with what seems to be relief. He looks around the room and spots a piece of paper with music on it, he flips it over to a blank side and reaches into his pocket taking out a small pen. He writes on the paper then folds it up and hands it to me.
"Here," he says.
I take the piece of folded paper, "What time should I come by?" I ask.
"Um, between noon and one," he says.
The lunch bell rings and he let's out a small sound before rushing off to his next class. I stand there and look down at the piece of folded paper in my hand. I unfold it and look at the address written on it, then flip the paper over and look at the music notes and see at the top of the page in bold letters, Moonlight Sonata,and I wonder vaguely if it was really ok for him to have written on this. I shrug and refold the paper putting it into my pocket and heading off to my next class.
