My name is Craig tucker and I have a serious problem. Well. Maybe not that serious. After all. I've been drug through hell and back by those four fucking idiots on several occasions. The one that I remember being the most wonderful experience was the trip to Peru. It was such a great time having my money stolen. They still haven't returned it.
Anyways, that is not what I really want to spend my time talking about. See, next week is the fucking prom and I still don't have a date. No, I haven't been rejected. In fact, I haven't even asked a girl to the dance yet. I don't even want to take any of the girls here. I mean, they are nice girls and all but I just am not interested. And we all know what happened to Token when he asked Wendy to the dance last year. (She thought Token was interested in her. Then Stan got all pissed off about Token "Stealing his girl.") Oooooh hell no. I'm not going near that drama. Or as Chef used to say, "I'm not touching that with a 10 foot pole."
Well, I guess I can't worry about that for now…
The bell rings, signaling that class is starting. Ugh. High School. I suppose it's not that bad. My best friends walk through the classroom door. Token, Clyde, and … Where's Tweek?
"Okay class. Yesterday we all talked about how to solve for X. Now, we will learn to turn those equations into graphs and…" The teacher began to ramble like usual.
"Psst!" I hear Clyde whisper at me. "Hey! Where's Tweek?"
"Pfft. Hell if I know. I'm not his babysitter." I retort. Trying not to be too worried. After all the last time this happened, it turned out he had a mental break down and started hurting himself. Jesus I hope he's okay.
"Well, sorry. I assumed you two were such close "friends" that you would know where he is at all times."
"Shut up Clyde!" I yell in as much of a whispered tone as I possibly can.
Clyde whimpers a little bit. Man. Hes such a big baby.
"Sorry. I'm just worried. Didn't mean to take it out on you." I reassure him that he didn't do anything wrong.
The rest of the class goes by slowly. I can hear Token's pencil tapping habit. It annoys me. Everything is. Jesus can't class just get out already? Another hour passes. I am going insane. I'm not worried about Tweek or anything. No. Not at all. I could care less that he didn't show up at school. For all I know he is sick. … Mentally sick. Hurting himself. The blood rushing from his veins. And I will get there to find him passed out from lack of blood. He would be un-able to understand what is going on. Tears trailing his blood-starved cheeks. Oh god…
The bell rings again and I bolt out the door and rush over to Tweek's house. God damn it why doesn't he just get a cell phone already? Seriously. I ring the doorbell. My foot taps impatiently as I wait for someone to answer. To my surprise, Tweek answered.
"NGH! Hey Craig." Tweek greeted me. He seemed tired. Did I wake him?
"Hey. You weren't at school. Where were you?"
"I-I was here."
"… I can see that. Any reason?"
There was a pause. An eerie silence. He didn't move. He just looked down.
"Tweek, let me in." I needed to know what was going on.
