A/N: I'm terrible at starting stories, I'm sorry. Just bear with me.

Clyde nudged me as we pulled to a stop. I opened my eyes with a yawn.

"We're here," he said unbuckling his seatbelt. I sat up and did the same.

I stretched as I stepped out of the car, breathing in the mountain air I had almost forgotten about. Still, I didn't miss South Park in the time I was gone.

Clyde unlocked the trunk and began pulling boxes out. "Might as well get started now."

We carried a couple boxes in at a time. It hadn't taken long at all to get my belongings inside. I didn't have much to bring.

I followed Clyde into the kitchen, like a lost puppy. I wasn't sure what to do. I had never even made an effort see him, yet he acted as if nothing ever changed between us. I couldn't thank him enough for that.

A bright pink post-it note was stuck to the fridge. Clyde picked it up and read over it then tossed it in the trash. "Bebe went to the grocery store. She'll be back soon." I nodded in response. "You want something to eat? We were driving for quite a while," he offered.

"I'm not hungry," I answered simply.

He let out a sigh and decided not to press further. He knew I wouldn't open up if I didn't want to. I would eventually, and even if it wouldn't be any time soon, he accepted that.

I studied the flowers in a blue vase on the table. They were daisies, a common flower for people to keep in their home. They were Tweek's favorite because they're a simple flower. He had never been the type of person to like anything extravagant. I felt an ache in my chest and the urge to cry for what seemed like the billionth time in the past month.

Clyde waved a hand in front of my face, bringing me back to reality.

"Sorry, did you say something?" I asked.

He looked concerned, but repeated his previous sentence. "Would you mind helping Bebe and I unload groceries?"

I shook my head. "I'm going to go unpack a little before she gets back." I wasn't really going to unpack. I just couldn't stand being in there.

I let myself fall onto the bed as soon as I reached the room. "I miss him so much," I said shakily to myself, tears beginning to blur my vision.

I don't know how long I cried, but it wasn't until just before Bebe had gotten home that I calmed down. When I finished trying to get rid of all the red puffiness around my eyes, I heard Clyde call my name. I hoped I didn't look like death as I went back downstairs.

As soon as I reached the doorway of the kitchen, Bebe came to hug me. Her heels clicked across the tile floor and her arms were soon around my neck, pulling me down to her level. The hug seemed to last forever even though it was only a few moments.

"It's great to see you again. I'm sorry it had to be like this," she said sadly.

I didn't respond. I hated that it seemed like everything revolved around Tweek's death.

We started putting the groceries away, and it was done within a few minutes.

Bebe suggested watching a movie together so that we could wind down from our trip. We agreed and I was allowed to pick the movie. I chose a random comedy in hopes it would take my mind off things. The jokes were mediocre and the acting wasn't that great, but Bebe and Clyde seemed to enjoy it.

Afterwards, we ordered Chinese food and sat around the table catching up.

"Dude, I can't believe you opened a flower shop. It's so...unlike you," Clyde said.

I laughed. "Yeah, you could say that again. It was Tweek's idea."

"Well, I think it's cute," Bebe interjects. "How did he manage to convince you?"

"He could bring me to my knees without lifting a finger if he wanted to. I would've done anything for him..." My voice cracked a bit, and I quickly cleared my throat.

No, no. It's fine. Think happy, think of the good things, I scolded myself.

Bebe and Clyde didn't seem to notice as they carried on the conversation. "You should open up the shop here. There's a vacant building across from the tattoo parlor," Bebe proposed.

I shook my head. "It wouldn't be the same," I said melancholically. "But since when does South Park have a tattoo parlor?"

"Since we graduated high school," Clyde answered.

"Really? Who owns it?"

"Kenny. He's pretty popular, too."

I nodded. It wasn't hard to imagine. I just didn't know he was an artist.

"But still, you should think about opening the shop here. I'm sure people will love it," Bebe said.

"You're not going to let that go, are you?" I asked. She shook her head. "Great." If there's one thing that Bebe and I have in common, it's that we're both stubborn. I didn't doubt that she would stop at nothing to get me to open up shop again. "I'll think about it," I lied.

She looked delighted, then changed the topic, figuring she had pried enough. "You must be tired from traveling. Why don't we all get some rest?"

"Sounds great to me." We washed up our dishes and cleaned the kitchen before turning in for the night.

I saw Tweek, and nothing or no one else. He was bloodied and battered. I reached out for him, calling his name. No response. I ran closer but it felt like my body was made of cement. I screamed his name until my throat burned and tears streamed down my cheeks.

Suddenly, I was on my knees next to him. Red and blue lights were flashing all around. Our car flipped into a ditch, another car not far from it. A man was being hauled into an ambulance. Paramedics were trying to pull me away, but I clung to Tweek, trying to get him toward up, to speak to me.

My head hurt, and I felt like I was going to throw up, but I didn't care. I just wanted Tweek to be okay.

I gasped for air, my heart racing as I sat up. I called his name. Tears were running down my cheeks again. Clyde and Bebe soon came to see what was wrong.

Clyde sat next to me on the bed and pulled me into his arms. I hid my face in the space where his neck met his shoulder.

"I miss him so much," I choked out between sobs.

He rubbed circles into my back. "I know...It's going to be okay," he whispered. He kept telling me this until I finally stopped crying and pulled away.

I refused to meet their eyes. I knew they both had the same worried expression that everyone got when they looked at me. I used my sleeves to wipe my face before I got out of bed and brushed past Bebe to wash my face in the bathroom.

I caught a glance at myself in the mirror, realizing I looked as dead as I felt. Red splotches covered my cheeks and tear tracks ran down my face. Dark circles were prominent under my eyes. Sighing, I turned on the cold water and bent over, splashing it into my face.

Someone came and knocked on the doorway. "Can I come in?" It was Bebe. I reluctantly nodded, turning off the tap. She got on her tip toes and pulled me into a hug. Even when I tried to push her away, she wouldn't let go. "I won't force you to talk about this, but please just know that we're here for you," she mumbled, finally pulling away. "Try to get some sleep."

"You too. Sorry to wake you."

"Don't be sorry. We agreed to help you and that's exactly what we'll do." She gave me a soft smile and left the room to go back to bed with Clyde.

I glanced at the alarm clock on the night stand. The green numbers read that it was nearly four in the morning. I wondered if I would get back to sleep.

Overall, I had only gotten a few hours of sleep. I tossed and turned, had a nightmare - or rather, remembered the events from not long ago - then tossed and turned some more. The next morning, I was utterly exhausted. It was just past noon when I finally trudged downstairs for something to eat.

Clyde briefly glanced up from some show he was watching, but didn't pay much attention to me. Bebe greeted me as I entered the kitchen.

"I just finished making lunch, and I was about to go wake you up," she said. "It's nothing too special, just a grilled cheese."

I thanked her before taking the plate and sitting at the table. I ate slowly, my mind clouded as I recounted last night's events. I snapped back to reality when Bebe ran her hand in front of my face a few times.

"Jesus, I know you're sleepy but I haven't seen you like this since exam week our senior year."

"Sorry, just got a lot on my mind," I said, a generic excuse. It wasn't a lie, though.

"Yeah, I can tell." She briefly paused. "Do you want to, like, see a therapist or something? It couldn't hurt. They could probably help you more than me and Clyde."

I quickly shook my head. I knew about the therapists in South Park. They had fucked with Tweek's head so many times, and I wouldn't let them do it to me.

"Alright, chill. It was just a suggestion," she said. "Anyways, I'm going to meet Red and Wendy later. Would you like to come with me? I know a girl's day wouldn't be all that exciting for you, but it's better than being here. Clyde just sits in front of the TV all day, so he's not entertaining at all." She shot a glare in his direction, but he was completely oblivious.

I shrugged. "Neither option sounds very interesting, but I guess I'll go." I figured it would be good to get out of the house instead of isolating myself like I had been doing for the past month.

After I finished eating, I got dressed and tried to look as presentable as possible. A few hours later, we left.

We we met Red and Wendy at the South Park Mall. Nothing had changed since I left town. The girls seemed to enjoy shopping and dragging me around. They included me as best they could, asking my opinion on things and pointing out stuff they think I may like.

Sometime during our mall trip, I separated from the group. Of course, I let Bebe know first. She was already worried sick about me, even if she didn't act like it, and there was no need to worry her more.

I decided to take a walk through town, simply killing time as I tried to pick out any of the small changes in things. The only thing that had changed was City Wok. It had a new owner, but it was still how I remembered it.

As I passed Tweak Bros., my heart clenched. Keep walking, Tucker, I told myself, repeating it over and over until the small coffee shop was completely out of sight.

I looked around, realizing I was near Stark's Pond. Dusk was creeping closer, and I suddenly felt compelled to watch the sun set over it like I used to. So, that's exactly what I did.

It was empty and quiet. I sat on the dock, my feet dangling over the water. The sun began to dip below the mountains and out of sight. The pitch black canvas of the night sky began to show, stars glowing bright over the small mountain town I once called home.

I laid back to stare up at the sky, the air leaving my lungs as I reveled in its beauty.

"If only you were here..." I mumbled. "I like to think you became one of those hundreds of millions of stars up there." I knew it was pointless to say this. Tweek was gone. Nothing would change that. Still, I missed him. I loved him so much, but he was taken from me in one fell swoop because of a stupid fucking drunk driver.

I heard footsteps on the dock and I looked up to see a pale, freckled blond staring down at me. I recognized him after a few moments. It was Kenny McCormick. He seemed confused for a moment before he cracked a smile.

"Beautiful, ain't it?" Kenny asked.

I nodded, sitting up. I checked the time on my phone and let out a sigh when I saw Bebe and Clyde had been trying to call me.

"Sorry to break up this reunion, but I've gotta do this." I called Bebe back, no she picked up on the second ring.

"Craig, are you okay? It's getting late," she said worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I watched the sun set at Stark's Pond and I just lost track of time. No big deal."

I could hear her sigh on the other end. "Please come back soon."

"I will. Bye."

I didn't wait for her reply as I hung up. She could lecture me more when I got home.

Kenny was staring at me with a confused expression. I simply shrugged. "See you around, I guess. I've gotta go," I said.

He gave a small wave before taking my place on the dock. I still felt as if he were staring at me as he walked off. He had always had a tendency to stare. It was a bit creepy, honestly, since he used to never speak, and when he did, it was something perverted.

The trek home was thirty minutes at the most. I smelled dinner cooking as I opened the door.

Bebe and Clyde seemed relieved as I sat down on the couch.

"Dinner will be ready soon. We're having tacos since Clyde begged me to make them," Bebe said from the kitchen.

Dinner was a repeat of the night before; reminiscing, telling stories, catching up, stuff like that.

I didn't feel out of place like I thought I would when they offered me a place to stay. I felt like nothing had changed. They accepted me, and they wanted to help me despite the fact that I had been a shitty friend since I left South Park. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to settle down in South Park again.