Chapter Two

Chapter Two

"We'll see you in a couple of months, Craig," Mom said, hugging me.

I sighed and hugged back, not wanting to be a complete ass hole about the whole thing. I grabbed my bags and went over to Clyde and Token, who were looking through a car magazine.

"Dad said that if I don't get in any trouble at camp he'll buy me any car I want for my birthday," Token was telling a very jealous Clyde.

"Dude, I wish I were in your family," Clyde muttered, looking at the cars.

I dropped my bags beside theirs and sat down. "This is gonna suck."

"You're telling me? I don't even get a car or nothin," Clyde said, handing Token his magazine back.

I grinned at him, laying back, not caring about getting my cloths dirty. "Where's Tweek?"

Clyde shrugged, sitting beside me, "Got your Ipod?"

I dug in my pocket and gave it to him as I looked around. I finally saw him over with his parents. He had three duffle bags in his hands; I knew one was full of coffee beans. I put my arms behind my head as I watched. I grinned as he dropped a bag and picked it up quickly.

"What are you staring at?" Token asked, waving a hand in front of my face.

I growled at him, looking away from Tweek. "What do you want, huh?"

"You were near drooling, man," he said, sitting on my other side, blocking Tweek.

"I was not," I argued, rolling my eyes.

Token shook his head, laying down. "What's up with you?"

"What do ya mean?" I asked, glaring at him.

"Oh come on man, you're an ass to everyone but Tweek. How come?" He asked, looking over to Tweek.

I did the same to make sure he wasn't coming. "I feel bad for him."

"Why?"

"Look at him. He's all twitchy and scared all the time. Those ass wipes at school don't help either," I answered, watching him closely.

"You're lyin'," he finally said when the bus got there.

I got up and flipped him off. "I am not."

Token grabbed his bags. "Whatever, man."

I watched him put his bags in the back like everyone else. I sighed and grabbed mine to do the same.

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I got on the bus after a few minutes of waiting for people to put their bags up. I slipped into a seat close to the back and looked out the window. I saw everyone in my grade at least. Windy, Bebe, Rebecca, Pip, Bradley, and Francis were all there. Was every adult in South Park stupid?

"C-Craig, can I sit with you?" I looked over and saw Tweek clutching a thermos.

Before I could answer Clyde pushed passed Tweek and sat beside me. I shot him a glare and looked back to Tweek, who didn't know what to do.

"Come on Tweek, you can sit with me," Token said, sitting in the seat beside ours.

I was pretty surprised that he let Tweek sit with him instead of his girlfriend, Bebe.

"This is lame!" Stan said loudly as he sat in the seat behind me and Clyde.

I looked back in time to see Kyle plop down beside his friend. "How's it goin, Marsh?" I asked.

"What's it to you?" Stan asked, smirking at me. Stan Marsh thought he was the hottest thing in the world; he had ever since he got on the foot ball team in the seventh grade. I guess you could say he was right. He had short cut black hair that he usually had gelled back. He was pretty tall and thin. He stopped dating Windy for good in the eighth grade when he started dating Rebecca.

Kyle was different from Stan. He grew up with his parents on his back day and night to study. He was pretty smart, not the smartest kid in our grade or anything. His looks changed a lot through the years. He cut his hair and started styling it like crazy to keep it from puffing up. He never dated anyone in middle school even tho all the girls tried. Even my little sister had a crush on him.

I flipped him off. "Just asking." I grabbed an ear bud from Clyde and stuck it in my ear.

He was listening to "Cherry Pie' by Warrant. He was always listening to my Ipod 'cause his parents would never get him one.

I sighed closing my eyes as the bus started moving.

"Hey guy's look at was Spaz dropped," I heard from the back. My eyes shot opened and I looked back seeing Eric Cartman holding up Tweek's thermos.

"G-give it ba-back!" Tweek yelled, being held back by Token.

"Damn it, Cartman. Give it back," Token said, getting pushed back into the seat.

Tweek was all over him, trying to get away.

I felt a little jealous.

"Fat ass, give him the thermos," Kyle said, glaring at Cartman.

"Shut up, Jew. This has nothing to do with you," Carman said, opening the thermos.

I stood up, getting yelled at by the bus driver. I didn't hear, or care about, what she said. "You're about to make this my problem. Give him the thermos."

"Hey, Spaz face. This your boyfriend or somethin?" Cartman asked Tweek as he looked in the thermos.

I got out of the seat and walked to his seat that he was sharing with Kenny. I snatched the thermos out of his hand, getting some coffee on me. I grabbed the top, putting it on before tossing it to Token. "Look fat ass, if you ever mess with Tweek again you're whore for a mom will be out looking for an extra wide coffin. Got that?"

Cartman glared at me, "You're gonna regret ever saying that."

I rolled my eyes and flipped him off. I went over to Tweek and Token, nudging Token. "Switch with me."

Token nodded, handing Tweek the thermos before he got up and joined Clyde.

Clyde looked kinda pissed when he saw me moved over beside Tweek.

I knew he was jealous of me and Tweek and I couldn't blame him.

Clyde and I were best friends for years before me and Tweek started hanging out. We were best friends till eighth grade, when Clyde moved away for that year with his dad. I didn't really have anyone to hang out with that year but Tweek. So, me and Tweek hung out that whole year and became best friends quickly. When Clyde came back he was pissed off that I'd found a new best friend. He said that I'd replaced him.

"You okay?" I asked, putting my hand on Tweek's trembling shoulder.

Tweek drank from his thermos and shook his head. "That ass hole…" He muttered, putting the top back on.

I smiled, putting my arm around him. "You gotta be careful. Try not to drop that again."

Tweek nodded, leaning on me.

With any other guy I would have pushed them away and pounded their face in, but this was Tweek.

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Tweek fell asleep hours before the sun started going down.

I had him with his head on my shoulder and his thermos in my lap. I smiled at him as I played with his hair, unconsciously.

"If you hate the spaz so much then why's he in your little group?" I heard Stan say. I didn't acknowledge him, wanting to hear more.

"Craig's a fag for the kid. It's totally retarded," I heard Clyde answer.

"Dude, you're both being ass holes," Kyle said. Kyle was only really mean to Cartman.

"It's the truth. If Craig wasn't in love with Tweek he'd be dead by now."

"He'd melt down the first day Craig is out of school."

I was never out of school and that was just for him.

Tweek never missed school either so I had to be there. The day I I'm out would be a really bad day for Tweek.

I listened to them make fun of Tweek for a while as I played with his messy hair. I just hoped he wouldn't wake up.

Tweek knew people didn't like him and they always made fun of him, but he would overreact when he heard. He thought they were really gonna hurt him.

For all I knew, they would. They were pretty harsh on Pip, not that I'm not an ass to him too. It's not just the boys either. The girls were a big part in the bullying. Windy and Bebe mostly. They loved to see what they could make the guys do. It was sick. Stan would beat up anyone, and I mean ANYONE, to look cool in front of the girls. Not that he's dated any of them in a while.

"Craig?" I looked down to Tweek.

He was shaking, as usual, fisting my shirt.

"What's wrong?" I asked, holding his thermos out to him.

He took the thermos and looked at the other guys. He drank his coffee slowly, closing his eyes as he tipped his head back.

I smiled, watching him. To me he looked so innocent. Like a little kid.

He finished and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

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We got to the camp well into the night. We all lazily got off the bus, ready to go to bed. Well, everyone but Tweek, who was shaking in his shoes.

"You okay?" I asked him as we waited for the camp consolers.

"I'm, GAH, nervous," he answered, biting his fingernails.

"Then calm down. What are you nervous about?"

"We have to stay in those small log cabins! No locks! GAH!"

I put my hand on his shoulder, seeing that everyone had turned to see what was going on. "It'll be okay. I'll be with you.

"How do you know? What if you're in another cabin?!" He asked, grabbing my arm.

"Even if I am, I'll be with you tonight no matter what. I promise," I said giving him my best smile. I saw him blush, he did it a lot.

"Okay, campers over here!" A man called.

I sighed and picked my bags up.

Tweek did the same and we went into the group of people.

I waited to hear my name.

"Cabin 3. Stan Marsh, Tweek Tweek, Clyde Donovan, and Craig Summers."

I smiled at Tweek. "See it all worked out."

"B-but, Clyde and Stan hate me," he said, still shaking. "What if they do something while you're asleep?!"

"Tweek, I'm a light sleeper. If either of those butt munches do anything, just scream," I told him.

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We got to our cabin after the stupid head consoler went over the rules forty times.

I tossed my stuff in the corner and got up on the top bunk of one of the bunk beds.

Tweek sat on the bed under mine. It was better for him to be closer to the ground.

"This is bull shit," Stan said, claiming to the other top bed.

"Stop your bitching, Marsh," I said, pulling my shirt off to go to sleep.

"Anyone else here sleep in the nude?" Clyde joked, pulling his shirt off.

"Christ!" Tweek jumped.

I smiled looking down at him. "I do."

Stan rolled his eyes, pulling some sweats out of his bag. "I hate you guys."

I pulled my pants off and dropped them over the edge for effect.

"GAH!"

"Calm down, Spaz," Clyde said, tossing me my iPod.

I glared at him and slipped under the itchy blanket. I fell asleep soon after.