Tweek was walking down the hall at school, but all he could hear was the condescending voices of his classmates echoing in his skull. Just as he was about to open the door to his classroom, he was stopped by Wendy.
"Hey, Tweek!" she cooed.
"Uh, hey Wendy," he replied hastily, twitching uncontrollably.
Tweek was very embarrassed. He really started to twitch whenever he was around someone he liked.
"Got any plans for after school?" Wendy asked as she ran her fingers through Tweek's messy blonde hair.
"My parents are giving me the day off, so I'm free," he replied, enjoying the feeling of Wendy's soft fingers stroking through his hair.
He knew this was wrong. He was committed to Craig, but Wendy seemed irresistible. Her feminine allure kept him wanting more from her. Tweek finally gave in and hugged Wendy, but he only meant it to be friendly. However, Stan was sitting a few feet away. He didn't see it as friendly, so he got up from his desk and put his hand around Tweek's throat. Stan looked unbelievably pissed off. Tweek gasped for air, flailing his arms at him. The agitated look on Wendy's face made Stan finally ease up so that Tweek could breathe. The first thing he did after catching his breath was punch Stan right in the face.
"What the FUCK, Stan?" Tweek screamed as he rubbed his throat.
"What do you mean 'What the fuck'? You just hugged my girlfriend!" he yelled back. Blood leaked from Stan's nose.
"It was a friendly hug! And you can't even handle a hug from me, you always puke! And that one time at your house we-" she began, but Stan cut her off.
"Whoa! I know you had to call a hospital, but we promised to NEVER tell anyone about that!" he said in a hushed voice.
"So what? You didn't even put it in!" she retorted.
"I was unconscious on the floor!" Stan said, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing.
"When the ambulance got there, my face was still covered with-" Wendy almost said, but a hand was clapped over her mouth.
"Don't! You! Even! Dare! Say! It!" Stan grunted.
Tweek was feeling really uneasy about this whole situation, so he walked away.
"And what was that bullshit about him being free after school?" Stan asked angrily.
"I'm having a party, duh!" Wendy replied.
"And I wasn't invited?" he shouted.
"Do you even check your texts anymore?" Wendy asked.
Stan flipped open his phone. 32 unread texts.
"Um, I'm sorry. This is really awkward now," Stan said, slowly walking back to his desk.
Tweek just realized something. She said party. Parties mean excitement. He can't handle excitement. It's too much pressure. Tweek began to twitch and make grunting noises. Craig noticed this and leaned over to talk to him. There was a wide space between their desks, but it was close enough for him to get Tweek's attention.
"What's the matter, Tweeky?" Craig asked.
It just made Tweek twitch more. He loved that nickname. Whenever Craig called him Tweeky, chills went down his spine. Tweek had spent days trying to think of a nickname for Craig, but to no avail.
"Wendy's having a party and she invited me! I can't go, it's too stressful! But I can't NOT go, I'd look like an asshole!" Tweek screamed.
"It's okay, Tweek. If you can't make it, don't worry! I completely understand," Wendy called from across the room.
"Really? Thanks!" Tweek called back to her, his twitches becoming less frequent and less intense.
"Problem solved," Craig said with a half-smile.
Craig smiled at few things. Of those few things, there was one that ALWAYS made him smile. Tweek.
After class, Wendy stopped Tweek outside the door again.
"Listen, I'm sorry about Stan. But what I wanted to tell you is that I have a way to deal with your stress," she told him.
"Really? What?" Tweek asked hopefully.
"Follow me," Wendy said, pulling him with her by his sleeve.
Tweek began to twitch again. He had an idea of what she meant, but he hoped he was wrong. A few minutes later at Wendy's house, she led him to her bedroom. Wendy began to remove her jacket.
"Wendy, I'm with Craig!" he shouted, covering his eyes.
"What? I wear a shirt under this thing, you sick pervert!" she laughed.
"So, what's gonna fix my stress?" he asked.
"Well, it's really simple," she said, pulling a condom out of her bedside drawer.
"WENDY!" Tweek shouted as his face turned pale white.
"Uh, just ignore that," she said, placing it back into the drawer.
She rummaged around in there for a bit. All that she could find was lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, and other makeup stuff.
"Aha, here they are!" she finally exclaimed as she removed ten small bags of something from the drawer.
"What is it?" Tweek asked.
"Is one of the most stress-reducing teas I know of, and it's my personal favorite. It's chamomile," she explained, handing the bags to Tweek.
"Wow, thanks! So, how much do I owe you?" he asked, fishing his wallet out of his back pocket.
"Well, there is ONE way," she said, reaching for Tweek's belt.
"DAMMIT, WENDY!" he screamed as he fell over backwards.
"Ha ha! Man, that never gets old! But seriously, they're free. If you need more, you can get it at pretty much any store," Wendy laughed.
"Wendy, I can't thank you enough!" he exclaimed with a wide smile.
He planted a small peck on Wendy's cheek before running home to drink his tea.
"Tweek is such a freakin' goofball," she said to herself, smiling as she wiped her cheek.