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Your My Friend And I Love You


Sorry this took so long, busy with school. There might be mistakes,but cut me a break I'm really new to this writing thing , and I'm trying. And if it wouldn't be too much trouble could you leave me a review if you like it, I'd like to know if I'm on the right track. Thank You.


It was one of those strange days it wasn't warm, it wasn't cool. The previous day's showers had swept away all the snowfall that had fallen the day before, and there was an odd warmth that radiated in the crisp cool air that swirled high above the backdrop that was the Colorado Mountain range. It turned the sky pleasant shades of pink and purple.

It was common for him to witness the sunrise at exactly 6:38am. It was partly due to his insomnia form over consumption of caffeine, but that wasn't the cause for his sleep dilemma this morning. It was due to the fact that he spent all night tossing and truing worrying about a certain little blonde. Even now as he sat there at his kitchen island nervously tapping his foot against smooth white tile; dragging his green and white striped socks between the grooves of shiny white slate, images of Bradley slowly flash in the recesses of his brain. Anxiously he took a small shaky sip from his simple white coffee mug the porcelain beaker shaking awfully in his fidgety appendages, all the while his anxiousness steadily worsening.

Yes, even now the percolating image of his weird new little friend couldn't leave the coffee addicts mind. The haunting memory replayed on a continuous loop never once exiting his thoughts. Why, why couldn't he get that picture of stubby little Bradley shrouding his chubby bruised face out of his head. Fuck he could feel his heart racing in his chest, why was he even worrying over this dump little kid anyways.

"You're up dear".

A voice echoed in the distance causing Tweek to jar up. He stumbled off from his high perch causing him to throw his beloved coffee high above his head. It came hurdling back down towards earth crashing against the pristine white floor, shattering into several jagged pieces of gleaming porcelain. Dark brown liquid rained down in all directions soiling his mother's spotless kitchen.

"Narg Mom you almost gave me a freaking heart attack. You know I always wake up early -Jesus Christ-".

"Is there something the matter. You haven't gotten up this early... not since you were seven."

He just stood there in the haphazard kitchen staring at his mother as she began to sweep up the broken shards of what was once his coffee mug up off the ground.

As she swept up the broken ceramic Tweej took in the aromas of freshly buttered toast and pitch black coffee. Maybe he could ask her for some advice on what to do with Bradley? His mom was rather carefree and easy going, she would space out a lot and not really listen to what he was saying, but when she did the chipper woman was full of helpful pearls of wisdom.

"Mom,-mom-are you even listening", Tweek shouted his mother at the top of his lungs pulling at a thick strand of dishevelled hair while he garbs on to their granite countertop. What's wrong with this woman, how could she just dance and twirl around their kitchen humming to herself like that; he had a serious problem here.

"Oh sorry about that , what was it you were saying".

"Arg I was just asking, what err uh… can you do about bullying".

Just then Mrs Tweek's eyes widened with terror. A silky sensation of smooth fabric ghosts over Tweek's cheeks encompassing him in a warm embrace, wetness smothers his skin leaving imprints of ruby red lipstick on his forehead.

"Oh my darling little boy who's hurting you, are there bruises", she tugged at the edges of her silk nightgown, inspecting her twitchy soaring child, trying to lift up his shirt for evidence of said bruises.

"Mom don't, stop there's nobody hurting me jeez", He pushed her away , and pulls down his shirt. That was a certain trait Tweek had developed due to his intense paranoia. He absolutely hated to be touched, be it form friends, family or anybody in-between. But he had to admit it did feel kinda nice when Bradley ran his hands through his disorderly hair.

"It's... I have this friend, err...and he gets pick on a lot, -oh god I'm so scared-. I don't know what to do. I can't be there for him all the time", he nervously bit the rosy flesh of his bottom lip.

"Don't worry hun tell your friend... ( she paused to think) they have to stand up for themselves. Talk to someone, but not just anyone it has to be the right person. Telling someone like a teacher will only make it worse. Those kids will only see it as tattling. Don't fret I'm sure everything will work out in the end, it always does".

That was exactly the problem. It seemed to Tweek Bradley was incapable of telling anyone his quandary's, he seemed so shy and reserved around others. He had seen the shy boy around school before, and not a single sound would leave those sealed lips of his. It was like he was traumatized from how he seemed so terrified to even look anyone in the eyes. As soon as you would make eye contact with him he would look away stare down at his shoes or cover his eyes with his hands. And even if Bradley wanted to stand up for himself it would do little good against someone as huge as Brandon. What could Bradley possibly do to that monster he was enormous in comparison to the timed blonde. In fact Tweek thought Bradley was the tiniest boy he'd ever seen, he was so frail and sickly looking. What could the kid even do against Brandon? One well-placed punch and Tweek was sure he'd put Bradley in a comma.

"Thanks mom", is all he could say to his mother. Her advice had actually been quite useful, and he was sure it would have been helpful if it had been for anyone but Bradley. He gave his mom a big vibrating hug, and as he pulled away from her Tweek could feel a single tear slip from his bright green eyes and roll down his cheek.


The vinyl was worn and ragged. The old metal framework voices of the teens chattered around Tweek. And as Tweek sat there next to Clyde the worry in his stomach steadily turned to nausea. When he first stepped into the faded yellow vehicle he hoped he'd see the face of his shy but outspoken little friend smiling back at him there in one the old batter seats. But no, Bradley was nowhere to be found, making his anxiety swell up again just like this morning. Awful thoughts crept into his mind, like what if Bradley died from his injuries. He was so frail, and small. He couldn't help but worry. This was so surreal because just like his mom had told him he hadn't had difficulties with severe anxiety not since he was ten.

Hey bro what's wrong"? Clyde's voice rang in his ears. You worried bout that kid...what's his name Brad"?

"It's Bradley Gah". He crinkled up his nose one eye twitched and his teeth bared. Tweek had buried his clawed palms into the membrane of the stiff russet color seat. The rusty springs squeaked as he resituated himself towards Clyde his piercing orbs boring into his dimwitted friend.

Although Clyde wasn't too bright of a guy when it came to most things every now and then a light bulb would click in that dimwitted skull. Tweek could tell by that sly little smirk that appeared on that face something had sparked in that empty mind.

-"You like him don't you spaze-. I saw the way you looked at the guy in art class. You were blushing bro when he touched your hair, -Come on-there's no denying it. Who would've guessed twitchy Tweek's a player".

The expression Tweek gave was one of sheer horror.

"What", he screeched punching Clyde in the arm.

"Ouch sorry a little warning next time. Shit you hit hard. You know there's nothing to be ashamed of, even I can admit the kids pretty cute; fuck he's down right adorable".

What was Tweek supposed to say to that, Clyde's never had a girlfriend, but Tweek always just assumed he was straight Clyde was pretty good looking, and he had a fun easygoing personality that everybody seemed to love. He could have any girl in the whole school if he wanted.

"What don't look at me like that the guy's good looking okay", he whined making kissy lips scratching the back of his head with an innocent visage on his face. The look he gave said, "Hey did I say something wrong". He was just utterly hopeless, there's just some things Clyde would never understand that weren't apocopate to talk about.

"Jesus Clyde you know I'm not into that sort of thing. I got nothing against gay guys, but that's a sin man are you calling me a sinner; shit I don't want to go to hell."

"-Whatever you say - I doubt even if there is a god he'd care if you're gay or not", Clyde uttered rolling his eyes.

As Tweek sat there pondering what Clyde had said awful memories came flooding back. Tweek had struggled with this ever since he was nine years old, and he hated himself for it. He didn't want to like boys but he couldn't help it. All he ever wanted was to make his parents proud, but how could he make them proud if he was gay. The thing was he was there only son, and he was sure that his mom and dad wanted grand kids. All he wanted was to be normal for people to look at him and not call him a freak, and being gay was definitely not normal, not in this small judgmental town where everybody knew what you did or said at any given moment.

The shame had festered away at his insides so intensely that he even considered getting a girlfriend despite his intense fear of relationships, just to be spared the judgmental accusations of friends and family. He spent countless nights just lying there awake in his room gouging, carving at exposed flesh with a blade that he kept hidden under his sheets. Tears hopelessly slipping from those green eyes of his. Why was something like sexuality so confusing?

One day when Clyde got a good look at Tweek's slender body in the shower during gym he cried uncontrollably, and not his usual everyday boyish kind, but these tears were full of anguish and fear for his friend. He took Tweek's hands in his, telling him "why would you do this". Tweek didn't say anything back he just looked at him with shame. After that the he threw away the tool that had caused such pain, and destruction swearing never to do something so incredibly stupid ever again. He just couldn't bear to see that horrid look of distress on Clyde's face. Clyde was the first person to notice or even care about him. He would even say that Clyde was his best friend.

What was he thinking though... he thought to himself? He didn't like Bradley, not like that. He was his friend that was just wrong, you're not supposed to like your friends like that? Shit now he couldn't get Bradley's face out of his mind; curse you Clyde. Get out, get out, get out, he had to get these sick disgusting thoughts out of his head. Bradley was his friend he wanted to protect him more than anything else not fuck his brains out. The poor kid already had enough to worry about he didn't need to think about Tweek creepily lusting over him. What he needed right now was a friend. This had to be a phase it just had to be, it would eventually pass if he just put it out of his mind. what was that saying out of sight out of mind.

Tweek snapped himself from those filthy thoughts. He tensely dug his nails into his palms.

"Gah man you know it's not like that I'm just worried about the little guy he doesn't have any friends, and you saw what happened on the bus yesterday. He has a big bully problem, and I just don't know what to do", he rakes his hands through ragged hair almost breaking into tears.

"Chill man its fine let me talk to Craig and Toke. I'm sure I can convince them to let the guy hang with us, that I'll definitely help with his bully problem".


Grasping painfully at his knees Tweek stared absentmindedly at the cafeteria ceiling, picking at greasy pepperoni of his now cold pizza. He's not even listening to what his friends say. The day had droned on and on endlessly, was this what it was like to worry about someone? No it couldn't be. He had worried about his friends before, but it had been different with Bradley he just couldn't get him out of his mind. Because of him he had been too worried to eat, to worried to concentrate on school he had to get him out of his thoughts or he was going to go nuts.

Maybe Clyde was right, and he really did like Bradley. No, no, no, this could not be happening relationships were bad. Why couldn't this day just end so he could go to work. At least at work he didn't have to worry about anything, he'd be too distracted trying not to mess up the customers' orders to think about anything.

"Earth to Tweek", the voice came into Tweek's eardrum breaking him out of his stupor; apparently spacing out was another trait he picked from mom.

"Huh…yeah, what" I'm awake".

"Dude I just smoothed it over with Craig", Clyde chimed in.

The soaring Tweek sat there shifting his weight from one elbow to another shoulders slouched. He gripped the end of the spanish grey table strumming his fingers methodically against the corrugated surface of cheap plastic. And as he brought the metallic rim of his thermos to his quivering lips a tremor racked up his hunched over spine jostling the stainless steel cylinder, sending scalding earthy tones of hazelnut down his throat burning the roof of his mouth. Tweek bit his tongue to stifle a scream, face contorting under the intense heat; oh god hopeful his friends didn't notice that.

"Your totally cool with the Bradley kid hanging out with us aren't you -princess-", Clyde elbowed his emotionless friend taking a big bite of his taco sending bits and pieces of ground meat and lettuce flying all over Craig.

"Watch were your aiming that thing you're messing up my jacket , but yeah the kid can't be much lamer than Butters and we let him sit with us all the time ", Craig lazily retorted uninterestedly resting his head in the palm of his hand, batting at one of the tassels of his ratty blue chullo.

A scowl suddenly formed on the his face. He intensely focused his deep icy blue eyes on Tweek's.

"-Hm-, here's the thing I don't get though Tweek, why do suddenly care about this kid. Fuck it's not like he's your friend you just meet him after all. What's your sudden fascination with the guy we've all see him around school at one point or another".

Tweek didn't like Craig's tone, sure he'd seen Bradley around every now and then, but he had never made an effort to try and talk to him. He had never realised what a fun loving person Bradley was. He always just thought he was this weird mute that kept to himself, for all he knew the kid could have been a serial killer; it was best to stay away from the silent types. But now that he actually got to know Bradley he felt a searing sensation stab at his insides. Why didn't he try to talk to Bradley try to get to know him. He was so nice, and funny.

"Ack shut up Craig I don't have to explain myself to you".

"-Oh-but I think you do. I know exactly why you like him. It's because he's just like you, a freak."

-That fucking moron- in all the years they have been friends Craig never once acted like that. Sure he had made snide rude remakes at Tweek making fun of his many anxiety disorders, and the way he would twitch and shiver ferociously like some kind of crack addict, but he never gone so far as to called him a freak despite his may problems. Craig had always been his friend , and even protected him, looked after him when they were kids.

"Craig that's a little uncalled for", Token said as he grabbed at Craig's shoulder. "Don't you remember what a mess Tweek was when we first meet him he's gotten a lot better since we were third graders. Imagine how awful it must be for that Bradley guy, if it wasn't for us who knows were Tweek might be right now. Don't you think he deserves the same opportunity"?

Craig nudged Tokens hand away.

"No I don't care Tweek's my friend I don't want to share him with anyone else".

Sitting there a slight gust of hot air escaped through Tweek's gritted teeth. The veins in his neck throb. And he clutches and unclutches his tense hands. The ragged bone of his knuckles pop and crackle at the shear animosity he felt for this fucking asshole. He is no longer vibrating from nervousness like before, but from the sheer overwhelming hatred that has infested every blood vessel that's pumping through his heart.

"Gah fuck you Craig I don't have to sit here and take this,-I don't belong to you I don't belong to anyone-", his flustered face is redder than the fires of hell, freckles popping like Christmas tree lights.

The tense air that surrounds room is cut in a blink of an eye like a hot knife through butter. With thunderous strength an angry fist slams against the pulpy cover of hard plastic. Fiercely clutching his palm against the hard unyielding surface Tweek uses the weight of his slender body to aggressively shoot up from his stiff rigid seat.

The action is so sudden, and so violent the entire table buckled beneath the venomous looking blonde. It nearly sends Craig hurdling on to his miserable backside to the cloudy linoleum floor.

"Where do you think you're going"? Craig says snarling.

-"Where do you think you're going"-, Tweek repeats in a condescending manner.

"It's none of your fucking business that's where I'm going butt pipe".

Clyde and token stared at them and shake their heads. This was a common occurrence for the two of them. Craig and Tweek would always fight like this argue about meaningless stuff, and make up for it the next day. What's wrong with Craig what a jerk Tweek thought storming down the hall. One moment he was all happy saying he's all good with Bradley hanging with them, then he snapped. That was really, really weird because Craig never, and I mean never got mad. Craig would always calm him down ease his stress and anxiety, but as soon as Bradley's name was brought up he actually seemed to lose his shit.

Screw Craig he had to go find Jimmy anyways to see if what Brandon had said was actually true or not. He'd never take Brandon's word as fact he was a bully.

Tweek clenched his fists, his nails digging into sweaty palms. Just thinking of Craig's stupid smug face made his blood boil and rush to his head, making him want to ring Craig's pretty little neck with the tassels of his hideous blue hat.

He would never and I mean never forgive him for this. Who does Craig think he is, trying to tell him who he can and can't hang out with? Fresh air that what he needed right now fresh air.


Looking out over the horizon the frigid fall air bits at his exposed skin, the rough craggy bark of the old oak tree poked through Tweek's puke green sweater inducing an uncomfortable sensation. He looked up at the bright rays of sunshine that penetrate through the misty vale of clouds high above his head. Birds carelessly chirp in the vast open sky. Shaky fingers wrap around creased wrinkled paper. His hand runs through his hair while the other brings the damaged stump of paper to his trembling lips. He savors yet another long drag form his poorly rolled joint grinding the crumpled parchment between his fingertips. Weed was always something that could calm Tweek down, put his nerves at ease. Of course he wasn't dependent on it, it's not like he was addicted or even needed it at all, all it did was take some of the pressure off when he needed to vent, and now picturing Craig's stupid face was definitely one of those times.

"Hey can I bum one of those", an orange clad figure said prying the dark amber cloth from his chapped lips. Tweek just sat there on the frostbitten grass legs pulled up against his chest, spine tightly burrowed into the hard rutted bark of the tree.

Shit, what's he doing here Tweek thinks to himself. Can't he see all he wanted was to be left alone.

"No way get your own man. Can't you just go away ken".

He looks up from the frozen earth into Kenny's soft blue eyes, so different from Craig's icy cold ones that were such an intense shade of cobalt they were practically black. The thin raggedy looking teen sure had changed over the years. For one he lost that disgusting old orange parka he wore ever since Tweek could remember; now replace with an equally disgusting orange hoodie. His face was always covered with this old moth eaten brown bandana, so it was always kinda hard to make out what the kid was actually saying half the time, and that shaggy blond hair of his would constantly get in his eyes, forcing him to brush bangs of ratty yellow hair from those baby blue orbs. Tweek didn't get it, that nuisance could be easily solved if he just would take that god dame hood off. But it was none of his business so he didn't pry.

One look at those puppy dog eyes Kenny gave and the Tweek caved. Despite being this vengeful firecracker he always found it pretty hard to say no to ken. There was just something about him, he was just a likable bastard.

Tweek huffed and reached into one of the deep pockets of his baggy sweater scrummaging around, handing the greasy looking kid a crumpled up looking joint.

"Gah, here take it".

"Much obliged".

With the elegance of a fair maiden Kenny slid thin boney fingers into the deep crevices of his discolored orange hoodie, fishing out a cheap bic lighter. He brought the shoddy piece of brittle plastic to his lips, one hand guarding his weed from the elements while the other ignites the thin scrunched up bud that's clasped between his teeth. He inhales the rich smoky vapor, lets It swirls around in his lungs and exhales it into the fresh air. It forms long tendrils of wafting exhaust.

Kenny crouches down and scoots up next to Tweek, hooking his thin arm around the crazy blondes' shoulders.

"What's up Tweekers why you look so pissed", Kenny grins at a wild haired Tweek as he exhales yet another cloud of thick noxious vapor high above his head.

"Don't touch me-you know I don't like to be touched-".

"Sorry, just tell me what's wrong I'm worried about you Twinkie".

"Don't call me that, shit it's just Craig he called me a freak he's never done that before. I fucking wanna kill him, gouge his eyes out with a spoon or something".

Kenny raises an eyebrow.

"Whoa someone's a bit psycho".

"Shut up you just don't get it".

Tweek knew he shouldn't hold such intense grudges it would only make him feel sick, but he couldn't help it, ever since he was a kid he's had this spiteful personality. He just hated this stupid fucked up world the way it mocked him, teased him. It wasn't fair, why'd he have so many fucked up problems. No one could ever got him, resulting in so many years of lonely isolation. It seemed the only thing that could calm his rage, make him forget the shit hand the world had dealt him was weed or sometimes something abit stronger.

Kenny snaps his fingers in his face pulling him out of his reminiscing memories.

"Hey Come on don't let Craig get to you like that, you know how that nerd is. He's always saying stupid things without thinking. Sure he didn't mean anything by it". I came out here cause of Clyde, he's pretty worried about you man. Just forget about Craig because you got a cute blonde who really cares about you".

"Gah, dame it Clyde has he told everyone that I like Bradley. I told him a million times I'm not gay he's just a friend".

"Calm down just except it dude. Look Clyde didn't need to tell me I know these things. Let's just face it man you're one grumpy ass kid you look pissed off half the time to the point it's scary. We all saw you in art class yesterday the way you smiled. Your nasty pissed off mood practically melted away as soon as you saw that kid. You actually seemed happy for once instead of this bitter old killjoy that you normally are. Don't try to tell me your just friends because you'd been friends with those guys for years, and they never made you smile like that. You know it's true".

"No, no, no I'm not. Stop saying that I'm not, I like girls I can't be gay".

"Look just close your eyes and look deep down, picture the person you like. How do they make you feel"?

Tweek did just that, and pictured Craig. He did get a bubbly sensation, but as he delved deeper into his subconscious the image of Bradley flashed in his brain. When he opened his eyes his cheeks burned, and he gasped for breath.

"There you go I think you have your answer. Now let's get going Twinkie, Clyde's probably worried sick".

Ken stood up and tossed his cigarette bud to the ground grinding it into the earth with the tip of his steel toe boot. He extends his hand to help Tweek up. Tweek accepts the gesture albeit a little nervously, but gives Kenny a sincere smile nonetheless.

Looking deep into Kenny's mysterious eyes he pulls at the collar of his sweater restlessly.

"Wait Ken w- what if this um…this person doesn't like me", he asks bringing his two index fingers together in a shy manner that was so very unlike him, expecting the shaggy looking teen to answer.

Kenny furrows his brows.

"Look Tweek I know it can be kinda scary admitting you have feelings for someone; sure there's always a chance that they can shoot you down, but you can't love someone from afar that's not love at all. If you like this person confront them, and if they say no at least you can still be friends right? If you're too scared to act you'll end up all alone and knows someone might even steal this person away from you if you don't have the guts to act. What's that gay thing people always say, it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all"?

That was sure easy for him to say. Kenny's this suave stud who could get anyone he wanted, while Tweek was this hopeless quivering scarecrow, what person in their right mind would want him.

But Ken was right he had to eventual confess these feelings or they were going to eat away at him until there was nothing left.

"Narg thanks ken".

Ken wraps his spindly limb around Tweek's shoulders.

Tweek lets out a sigh but pays it little mind as they walk back to the school appearing in the cold hazy backdrop.


Corroded metal doors thrash hard against the grainy brick. It generates a loud reverberation to traverse down the barren halls of the school, a rush of warm air floods Tweek's face. The pleasant sensation of toasty heat seeps into his numb pale skin as those slabs of metal swung open. Tweek's too distracted to even register the words that are leaving Kenny's mouth when his shifting eyes catch a glimpse of his friend Jimmy emerging in the distance, fiddling with his worn broken down locker.

"Fuck man gotta go".

"Whoa Twinkie wait where the hell ya going", Kenny shouts scratching the loose cloth of his orange hood.

Too late. Kenny reached out to grab Tweek, but in a flash long flimsy legs stumble across grey and white tile. The roaring sound of crunching steel echo's though the corridors bouncing off hallow drywall. Tweek slammed face first unceremoniously into the sage green locker like a hurricane.

Whipping his head around nearly pulling a vertebrae Jimmy turned from the rickety steel coffin concern etched on his face. He peers down at a battered and bruised Tweek. A small sliver of blood flows from the awkward blondes' nose.

"T-Tweek? Are you okay. What are you doing running into my locker like that, you could have crushed me".

Gracelessly he stammers to his toes wiping off blood and filth coating his freckled face, arms shivering and flailing wildly in all directions.

"Shit Jimmy Errr sorry, but I've been meaning to ask you something man".

Jimmy dug the tip of his crutch into the ground eyeing Tweek, a hint of intrigue on his face. "S-sure what is it TweekTweek !"

"Gah oh Jesus well you go to class with a kid name Bradley right?"

Jimmy gazed at Tweek, his jaw clenched, the strain of gritted teeth could be heard like nails on a chalk board. Jimmy stared deep into a trembling Tweek.

Some how Tweek knew there was something wrong with Jimmy , he could see the conflicting emotions carved into the boys soul at the mere mention of Bradley's name. His face turned from joyous to dismal, a tempest of anguished emotions tearing at his insides like a thousand shards of minuscule glass.

"Jesus Jimmy don't look at me like that, what the hell did I say, is there something wrong"?, his palms tremble as they grab hold of Jimmy's shoulders jerking him back and forth in hysteria.

Understandingly he removes Tweek's vice grip from his person and softly pats the back of the blonde boy's restless palm.

"It's okay, it's okay calm down Tweek its j-just I'm surprised is all. I mean B-Bradley actually talked to you. I've been trying to get him to open up since I met him. He must think you're p-p-pretty special".

-God no that way too much pressure. - he couldn't handle Bradley thinking he's special what if he screwed this up. He was already having gross feelings for the guy, now on top of that he would have Bradley looking up to him; shit this can't be happening -no just no hohoooo.-

"-Jimmy just tell me man is the kid okay-, fuck because I heard theirs something wrong with him".

Jimmy sighed and leaned against his locker door head slouched body heavy with uncertainty.

"L-look I don't know the specifics, but I know something b-bad must have happened. The thing is he's a really stubborn kid, he doesn't w-want anyone to know there's anything wrong . He puts on this tough shell, you know to seem like he's p-p-perfectly alright even though he's not.

I don't know, whatever h-happened to him it must have been pretty bad b-because it's clear someone's or something's hurting him, but he refuses to ask for help".

Jimmy swallows hard raking his hand across his face.

"I honestly tried h-helping him out, but it's no use you can't help someone who doesn't talk to you. I r-remember this one time when we were all together in groups. Ah, I still can't get it out of my head, it was bad.

He completely f-f-freaked out he was shaking he couldn't even breath. I honestly thought he was having an asthma attack. He panicked and starteds-s-smashing his head hard against the wall until his forehead was all bruised, I-I just can't get out of my head ".

"Jesus Rrrrr was he alright. Oh god this is my fault isn't it I did this, oh Jesus god in heaven I should been there for him. GAH I'm such a shitty friend".

A sharp pain flowed through Tweek's face.

"You slapped me, what the hell Jimmy".

"I'm not g-gonna take your p-paranoid crap today T-Tweek there's nothing you could of done for him you didn't even know him".

"But".

"No shut up even if you knew Bradley you'd freak him the fuck out, so just stop. Besides he was fine apart from a concussion and some scrapes and bruises, ah... he's been getting a lot better since then. Oh that's right its Friday today isn't it... that means he must be at t-therapy".

Therapy shit that must suck, Tweek knew all too well what that was like. Sitting there in a cramped little room listening to some asshole shrink poke and prod at your psyche trying to filter out all your precious thoughts and secrets. Then say it's confidential but you just know the moment you walk out that door their laughing at you, talking shit behind your back saying you're crazy or not stable; fuck that noise.

Jimmy's face suddenly became concerned.

"Look T-Tweek I care a lot about Bradley even if he doesn't k-know it, so if you're r-really gonna be his friend please be patient with him and don't patronize him. He's p-p-perfectly aware he different from everybody else. D-don't and I mean don't take advantage of him. He is a nice g-guy he j-just a little screwed up. What he needs right now is someone to t-t-talk to, and god knows why he choose you to be that p-person, but you should be h-honored that he's actually opening up to someone, and that someone is you. Just don't hurt him is what I'm trying to say. T-the kids really innocent to a point of being gullible, he'll believe whatever you tell him. I know you wouldn't take a-a-advantage , but I don't want to see him get hurt, and it goes without saying d-don't tell him I told you any this he'll speak to me even l-less".

Tweek's eyes narrow.

"What's that suppose mean -huh- you think I'd hurt him", the blondes eye twitches while he buries bony fingers into the pant of his leg scratching at the tight denim.

"Hell yeah I'd think you'd hurt him. You and I both know you have anger problems. W-whenever someone even comes close to pissing you off you punch em, and if you hit Bradley because something he does he'll be confused and scared of you. I'm n-not warning you, I'm telling you, if your gonna hurt him just stay away".

Tweek gulped down the lump in his throat, beads of sweat dripping down the side of his face.

"Your wrong I would never hurt him", even though he said that there was some part of him, some instinct that very much knew he could hurt his friend, and that fact made Tweek sick.

"Y-you better not"

Tweek reassured Jimmy of his fears with a simple but nervous smile.


Bradley sat there in the bustling reception room shrill screams and obnoxious laughter emanating from every corner of disorganized space. Please be quite he told himself as the rambunctious five and six year olds all around him blared their defining sounds. He couldn't take this much longer, five more minutes of this torture and he's going to scream. Clamping his hands over his ears while rubbing at his temples he desperately tried to alleviate some of the strain he felt pounding inside his cranium. Thump, thump, thump the agonizing pulsations rebound back and forth in Bradley's mind like a pendulums incisive ticking preventing the boy from proceeding in playing with his shiny red fire truck.

He tried to focuses on anything but this horrendous chatter that persisted in the dense air of the suffocating room, then unexpectedly a sweet pair of delicate hands reach out to him. They ran their delicate genital digits through his soft hair caressing his scalp with their supple angel like flesh. These hands were familiar with their bubble gum pink nail polish that glistened in the artificial light that bathed the cramped office. They were elegant hands with hand-woven lace bracelets that dangled loosely over the lithe joints, and they had pretty butterfly sticker's plaster all over the delicate cuticles. It was clear who these beautiful hands belonged to.

Bradley removed his balled up fists clutching tightly at the side of his head, and gave the sweet girl a big hug.

"Amy oh I'm so glad to see you. Oh I'm sorry I always forget your only seven I didn't hurt you did I, if I did I'm so sorry".

The tender child gave Bradley a heart-warming toothless grin before returning the anxious teens gesture with her own. Her deep chocolate brown hair tickled his nose as she embedded herself into Bradley's pink and purple polka dot hoodie.

"That's okay your too cute and dorky to hurt anyone I love you, when I grow up were going to get married".

Amy was such a sweet kind-hearted girl and treated him so very kindly, they had had a lot of things in common. The young girl suffered from various mental, and neurological disorders just like him albeit Bradley's weren't as serious as hers with her constant seizures and schizophrenic delusions, but it would be nice to be with someone who could understand what he was going through. If it wasn't for their age difference he would gladly marry this caring wonderful human being.

"Why so sad?", she comments with a slight tilt of her head pig tails dangling carelessly in the air.

He slumps his shoulders and sighs.

"Well I hate going in there, and talking to that guy cause we all know I'm not going to get any better, but I guess I' m kinda happy because mom says we get to go to the store after, so that's pretty cool I guess".

"You stop that right now mister that's no way to talk, if you keep thinking icky thoughts like that you'll never get any better. Just look at me I got it a million times worse but I don't give up hope, so stop putting yourself down everything will be ok; you'll see. "

It was pretty sad that a seven year old had more common sense than he did. As he looked into Amy's big blue eyes Bradley could already feel his breath hitch and tears start to form in his own.

"I'm so sorry Amy I'll try not to be so negative anymore I swear, I'll try to think happy thoughts just like they tell me, please don't be mad", Bradley was basically in tears as he held on to the small girls frilly aquamarine dress for dear life, he just couldn't bear the thought of the girl he'd known for over two years hating him.

"Calm down I could never be mad at you, I love you just try to get better okay".

He removes himself from Amy's embrace, and wipes the wetness that's pooling in his hazelnut orbs giving her a weak smile.

As he was going to ask her something the drab mountainous voice of the receptionist could be heard over the speakers, "Biggle's Bradley Biggle".

Swallowing down his fear and trepidation he gives Amy a small peck on the cheek, whispering in an incredibly anxious tone "wish me luck".

You would think he'd be used to this weekly routine, this acrimonious task that he had to suffer through every Friday, but no there are just some things one can never become accustom to; this being precisely one of those things. He didn't even bother looking over to his mom knowing exactly what the woman would say, and no doubt what Dr. Wilhelm was thinking. "Your sixteen years old now you don't need mommy there for every little thing". That's what she'd say, but nobody understood how he felt. Of course he wanted to be independent like any other normal teen but he just couldn't, he didn't fully understand it himself. Whenever he had to do something even remotely arduous; at least arduous to him he'd begin to feel this burning sensation start to emanate from deep within him, followed by an all too common acute panic attack.

That was the reason he hardly left his own home, out of fear of what might happen. Last time he let himself get so carried away he had popped three ribs out of place resulting in having to spend the night at Hells Pass, but he had been getting better at controlling the hyperventilation since then. He just had to remember to breath, breath and everything I'd be okay.

Standing up he maneuvers his way through the jumbled mess of toys that littered the beige carpeting over to an all too well-known hardwood door, with frosted over glass that dawned Dr. Wilhelm's name in big bold lettering. His hand shook as he extended his forearm to grab hold of the cold metallic latch, it stung his skin like icy daggers as he forced the object down before entering the office he loathed so much.

Once inside Dr. Wilhelm was there waiting for him legs crossed as he sat at his luxurious ebony desk, hands gesturing warmly for him to come closer.

The doctor was quite a young man late twenties at the very most from his calculations. As he stood there by the entrance way Bradley examined the adult, and noticed his once fiery ginger hair that was so very lively only a short while ago had now become almost pure silver with only small patches of now dull apricot speckling his thick wavy locks.

Although the man was young you could tell he was an extremely well educated person from the various cherry bookshelves neatly overflowing with literature with such complicated names Bradley couldn't even pronounce. That and every inch of free space on his walls were jam packed with certificates from various institutes of higher education such as the prestigious Oxford.

As he approached the scholarly man he had come to know so well over the years the doctor gracefully arose from his desk. He effortlessly made his way around the bulky piece of furniture ruffling the blondes mushroom like hair as he did so, uttering, "How's my favorite little guy". The blonde gave him a scathing expression, this guy knew how much he hated being called little he couldn't help that but he didn't think he got the message because no matter how hard he tried to look nasty he just came off as cute or lovable but never angry . He just hated that; he was anything but cute.

"Okay, okay sorry about that, why don't you take a seat".

Tensely the teen obeyed striding across the slippery wooden surface of the office over to the all too familiar leather upholstered divan. Slipping off his brightly colored neon green converses Bradley melts into the squishy embrace of the headrest peering down at his feet, wiggling his toes in his zebra print socks while waiting longingly for Dr. Wilhelm to hurry up, and get this over with so he could go.

"Now let's commence did you bring that drawing I asked for during our last session."

Oh that's right the drawing it was always the same thing with this guy. He would ask Bradley to draw something that conveyed his feeling for how he felt that current week. To be honest he couldn't care less. Without a doubt he liked to draw, but when somebody was forcing him to do it he just didn't have the energy to actually make any effort towards it, yet somehow he managed to complete a quick scribble on the car ride over.

It's a good thing he never put much exertion into these sketches or else this guy would figure out he was half assing the only thing he was asked to do during the whole week; well that and taking his medication.

Bradley reached into his messenger bag slung around his shoulder, and retrieves a semi unscathed piece of sketchbook paper. He slowly but surely handed the man the drawing.

The good doctor took the piece of paper, and studied it a moment before letting it rest peacefully on his lap; he then crosses his legs, and templed his thin pianist like fingers reclining in the swivel chair a "Huh" escaping his throat.

"Well Bradley you certainly look over exuberant in this picture, I know that's you but who my I ask is this", the adult's finger slid over the smooth paper from the image of Bradley to a tall towering spiky haired figure holding the smaller blonds hand. The amount of detail in the drawing was amazing despite that Bradley only took twenty or so minutes on the thing. In the drawing Bradley and his thin lanky companion could be seen standing on a grassy hilltop as the large blazing orange orb gradually began to set in the horizon. The shorter boy was pointing at the rapidly changing sky as the sun set, while the tall teen just looked at him in awe smiling wrapping his shaky hand loosely around Bradley's finger tips.

Bradley wrung his hands together before answering, "Well this is my new best friend Tweek, and I love him".

The Doctor raised the glasses that were sliding down his face with his two index fingers and smiled, "Good I see were finally making some progress.

We talked about the only way to get over this Post-traumatic stress disorder is to slowly take small but steady steps, and this is the first most crucial step you can take; making an effort to try to reach out to someone. I'm sure you friend would of wanted you to move on, and not just sit hear wallowing in self-pity".

This guy had no right to say that, he couldn't just forget his best friend like that, and he wouldn't. He meant everything to him. He even saved his life once. If it wasn't for him he never would have experienced what true friendship was, and maybe that might have been a good thing because he wouldn't be experiencing this endless void in his heart right now. No Bradley was glad he meet him even though it hurt like a bitch it was better to have known what love was than to never have experienced it at all.

But deep down he knew this he was right, he had to move on but that was just a step he wasn't willing to take just yet.

"Well this is a good initiation towards your recovery why don't tell me about this friend of yours. Why do you love Tweek"?

"No I don't love him that's just weird um it's just he's the first person that's ever wanted to talk to me in a while, he doesn't make fun of me and he even thinks the stuff I say is funny instead of strange. I haven't felt so safe around someone since you know…"

"This is very important considering your disorder. The best thing we can do to help you get over your fears of interacting with others is to find things that make you happy, and friends well definitely help with that. Now then I know you've had trouble maintaining friendships in the past since the incident, but you mustn't push this boy away. You have to do your part, you just can't expect for this person to put up with all your problems. I know this sounds cruel but a friendship is like a relationship, both parties must contribute. Promise me you'll make an effort, and talk to this young man, don't just ignore him and let him slip away like all the others".

"I, I will, but what if I screw up and say or do something stupid.

I don't want Tweek to hate me", Bradley said while clutching fiercely onto the brightly colored fabric of his hoodie, nails digging into his skin through fleecy cloth just over his heart. All of a sudden his breath became ragged. Deeper and deeper nails dig into flesh twisting and tugging at the soft fabric. He wrung the cloth like an old wash rag. Desperately he tried to steady his erratic breathing but every breath he took felt like someone of immense weight was standing on his chest, sending overwhelming surges of pain to shoot from his center like bolts of electricity.

"Please Bradley remember our breathing exercises in and out, in and out take deep breaths, remember our happy place now, think happy thoughts ".

Breath, breath he had to breathe or he was going to pass out, go to your happy place, go to your happy place just like he said. Just then Dr. Wilhelm rushed over to his side. Soothing gestures enveloped Bradley in warmth, a hand gentility brushed against his back, just like Tweek had done only yesterday. It was a simple act be it calmed him down nonetheless.

"You scared me there for a moment son you were staring to turn purple are you alright?"

"Uh-huh", he gasped for breath while nodding at the man trying to regain his composure.

"I see we still don't have that hyperventilation issue quite under control just yet, I'll have to increase the dose of the Paroxetine and Imipramine", the doctor gives him a happy expression before meandering over back to his seat. He clears his throat.

"As we were discussing before Bradley about your social awkwardness were still not sure what's causing it, but we can alleviate some of the symptoms with medication. Don't worry though if this Tweek boy cares as much as the way you described him; just be honest with him, and I'm sure he won't hold any awkwardness against you".

This doctor sure was smart Bradley thought to himself. He was right he had to do his part that's why Jimmy didn't want to be friends anymore, and he couldn't really blame him ether. What person would want to associate with someone who just blatantly ignored them. Sure he had PTSD and some form of autism that they were still running tests on, but that was no excuse, if he didn't fight through these fears of his he would never get better. He wouldn't let this friendship with Tweek slip through his fingertips like the other ones, he would talk to Tweek and make a real effort towards their friendship.

Surely Tweek wouldn't get mad if he did anything odd, after all he didn't seem to get angry when he touched his hair the other day. Honestly that was pretty messed up now that he thought about it; shit why'd he do that, so humiliating.

"I believe this is a good place to stop for now, in all the time you've been with me this is the most you've opened up in a single session, unless you want to talk about mom or dad, what about your sister".

"No, no thanks I'm good".

Over the years he had to be extremely careful of the information he choose to disclose to the kind man. He felt sick to his stomach about that fact because the whole point of therapy was to talk about your problems get them out in the open, try and find a logical solution. But he couldn't risk it.

"Alright then before you head off give this to your lovely mother, it's just some paper work stating will be testing some new medication.

This new drug should be better suited to you than the Paroxetine and Prazosin that we currently have you on, but we'll have to run some blood work and various other tests just too make sure".

Just great he though as he slid off the cushy membrane of the divan, and slipped into his colorful pair of shoes stuffing the brightly rainbow colored laces in the sides; he never could get the hang of tying those things.

Bradley frowns, the clatter of stubby feet could be head stomping forcefully across hard wooden planks. His hand quickly swipes the air snatching the documents from the guys hands. He narrows his eyes and thinks to himself "Great I'm already on like a dozen different medications why don't you add one more to the pile. These stupid tests are endless I been going to Dr. Wilhelm for almost two year now and he never tells me what I've got. He just says -we have to run more tests-."

A loud bang pierces the quite office rattling several books that lay tightly nestled in their cozy cabinets. Everyone in the waiting area casts their eyes on the boy as soon as his stubby legs emerged from the frosted glass opening. Not even giving them the time to gawk he dashes out of the clinic effortlessly dodging the mess of stuffed animals on the floor.

"Wait mom don't go I'm coming", he yells out. His mother's silver Nissan patiently waiting for him in the driveway.


It had been quite a busy day witch was odd. Customer after customer lined up storming through those glass doors, and Tweek could feel a sense of claim rush over him . He didn't want to think about what Jimmy had said. So Today these mislabel ants that lined themselves up for their daily dose of caffeine were a blessing in disguise.

"Hiya Bradley howya doing what I'll you have", Tweek heard his co-worker say.

"Oh hi Butters, well let me see". Tweek heard the other voice say when he peeked through the back. It was Bradley. The short guy reached into the pocket of his vibrant hoodie and pulled out an orange case. He innocently flicked the top up with the tip of his thumb retrieving a pair of dorky glasses with thick shiny black borders. He placed them upon his face and peered up at the menu.

That shy voice he couldn't resist. Tweek came racing out the back completely neglecting the fact he was trying to ignore Bradley. Yanking onto stiff cloth he heard the rubbery soles of shoes squeak across the floor.

"Wait where are ya taking me Tweek, I haven't finished taking his order yet".

"Don't worry your on drink detail".

"No Tweek I haven't done that in forever, gee what if I make a mistake."

"You'll be fine".

Tweek could see Bradley glance up quickly opening and closing his eyes. The moment Bradley saw him the biggest goofiest grin found its way on his face, his cheeks slightly raising the broad frame of his glasses.

"Tweek I didn't know you worked here", Bradley called out with a smile.

"Duh man my names on the front".

"Ah why didn't I realize that before, stupid Bradley, stupid", his palm crashed hard against his forehead again and again leaving a big red spot on his skin.

"Stop that".

Fuck what's wrong with him why was he doing that. Tweek pressed his weight across the cheap hard laminate, his strong hands grabbing hold of Bradley's wrist.

Oh god, now that he was right in front of the kid he could see the boy's face was covered with a tone of small gashes, did he have those yesterday? Shit he remembered what Jimmy said, errr why would he do this.

What was he wearing, no wonder Brandon said he dressed weird. He looked so strange. If he was going to wear that of course he was going to be a magnet for abuse. A pink and purple polka dot hoodie clung to his small but slightly chubby frame, along with a pair of scalding bright lemon jeans, and intensely green Converse shoes with rainbow laces that swirled at the ends like curly fries; It looked like a unicorn had fucking puked all over him.

"Hurry kid", Tweek heard the sound drifts from up behind Bradley. He saw a hand roughly press up against Bradley's back. Swiftly frightened arms break free from Tweek's worried hold. Bradley wrapped them tightly around his face, his eyes wandering back and forth. It was obvious to him that Bradley was trying with all his might to meet the guy's gaze, but failed miserably at each attempt. The best he could get was a quick peek through his forearms that rose to obscure his vision.

"Oh I'm sorry Stan I'll hurry up and order", Bradley said still avoiding Stan's annoyed gaze the best that he could.

"Hey don't push my friend", Tweek glared.

Before Stan could even get a word out a small hand grabbed hold of his arm.

"I'm sorry this is my fault please don't fight you two."

Stan frowned shuffling his feet back and forth rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry dude I didn't mean to..."

Bradley patted the back of the big guys hand and turned to Tweek.

"I'll just have hot chocolate, he praised handing Tweek a crumpled up bill.

The little blonde sat by the window his head resting in his palm, colorful shoes kicking at the table beneath him. His eyes peered out through the crystal surface at the darkening streets outside, all the while fluffy particles of snow dance in the bright orange of florescent street lights.

While Butters made his drink Tweek couldn't help but stare at Bradley from across the room. He was so different from anyone else, Tweek had never seen anyone like that in his entire life, and that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Every time he looked at Bradley he would just get this feeling he couldn't even describe.

"Here's your hot chocolate man".

Errr Tweek noticed he scared the shit out of him. The guy jumped up torn away from his thoughts. He clutched at his chest painting heavily. Shit don't have a heart attack. Please don't die I don't what I'd do without you, I just meet you.

"Tweek you didn't have to bring it to me".

"Ah… man it's no problem, I'm on break and besides the places closes in like an hour. Butters can handle things till then... and err I'm real sorry bout that".

He pulled out a chair the wooden legs scraped across the sleek surface witch generated an awful sound like rusty nails on a chalkboard. Tweek could see Bradley's fingers quickly blanket the side of his head as he slid in across from him.

"Sorry about that Tweek I don't like loud noises".

"That's okay no big deal, so anyways wacha doing here I missed you at school man".

He knew perfectly well why he wasn't at school, but maybe he could get it out of him if he asked just right. Tweek just had to know what was wrong, he had known why he wouldn't talk about such a serious problem.

The cardboard cup rose to Bradley's lips. He slurped down the warm chocolaty liquid before letting the container rest peacefully in front of him. The raising vapor from his drink dampened his golden dandelion hair with condensation. God why was he shacking he looked so pale, and again he had the glossed over look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to lie honest. I just forgot what day it was... uh I just had to go to the doctor that's all. Um and I guess I just didn't feel like going home I swear. Don't be mad ".

He couldn't take it. Tweek ran his fingers under his visor to the tangled clumps of hair that lied beneath.

"Gah, why man why, why didn't you tell me people are hurting you."

So very gentility Bradley reached over and tugged at Tweek's arm, coasting him to lower his hands away from his golden mane. He took Tweek by his fidgety limbs now resting on the table in front of them, and rests his cheek atop Tweek's trembling palms.

The moment Bradley's warm skin made contact with his clammy cold flesh Tweek had the sudden urge to pull away, but just like before when the guy touched his hair it felt good, it felt comforting just like when Craig would calm him down. Hell as Bradley rubbed his cheek across his rough chapped skin his anger, stress, and anxiety slowly melted away leaving nothing but a sense of peace. Bradley was the first person in his spiteful life who had ever touched him like this, and it just felt right.

Looking up at him head slightly tilted Bradley smiled. "Calm down you don't have to worry about me. I most likely had it coming, I'm a bad kid I deserve to be punished".

The peaceful serenity that had drifted over him only a mere moment ago vanished like a gust of air blowing away a thick blanket of fog on gloomy morning. Tweek pulled his hand away from Bradley's gentle grasp slamming a heavy fists on the table in front of them.

"Fuck how can you say that you're autistic".

"Shit", he covered his mouth, why did he say that.

The boy across from him eyes began to water his face turning a deep shade of crimson. He buried his head in his hands shaking his head from side to side.

"Shit I'm sorry I didn't mean it like a bad thing please stop crying", Tweek was never any good at consoling people, he was always the one that was used to being comforted, why, why did it hurt so bad too see a kid he barely knew cry.

"I-I can't now your gonna hate me, and you won't wanna be friends".

Fuck it. He didn't care if people stared at him he couldn't stand to see him cry.

Quickly springing from his seat darting to Bradley's side Tweek gripped onto the wooden railing of the back of his friend's seat twisting the piece of furniture around. He knelt down in front of his awkward friend. Tweek took hold of Bradley's wrists; gently this time, and brought them down to rest on the teens lap. Placing a hand on the back of Bradley's palm while carefully holding on to his wrist Tweek began to stroke the back of his hand.

"Look at me now", his eyes began to quiver as he addresses him.

Tweek could see that Bradley was trying to ignore him by keeping his gaze firmly cemented on the floor.

"Fuck I'm sorry I'm not mad at you okay. I'm not gonna hate you just because you're a little different, now look at me".

Sniffling removing fogged up glasses Bradley wiped back tears with the soft cloth of his sleeve and peered up at Tweek.

"Really you um... you still wanna be friends"?

"Errr of course I still wanna be friends there's nothing wrong with you okay".

"So since were friends you wanna maybe come over, we do have to work on that project", he said placing his glasses back on his flushed face.

"Ahh... I don't know".

"Well what if I come over to your house instead, we could play video games, and watch scary movies; boy we'd have a fun time".

What was he getting himself into he was trying to avoid him, but every time Bradley giggled, smiled or stared at him he couldn't resist but bend to his every whim.

"Ah..."

The sound of clicking heels on the hard tile floor could be heard throughout the coffee shop. And when slender manicured fingers firmly grasped the shoulder of Tweek's coffee stained khaki shirt a shrill scream filled the shop.

" What are you doing , you know the poor Stotch boy can't handle this sudden surge of customers all on his own. You know better than that".

"M-mom"

Good an excuses he thought to himself, anything to avoid this current conversation. Tweek could count on his mom. Although she was carefree and laid back she wouldn't let Bradley stay over that's for sure. It had taken mouths of begging, pleading for Tweek to convince his mother to let Craig spend the night, and she knew Craig like the back of her hand. Craig was practically her second son, so Bradley had absolutely no chance.

A soft vibration slithered its way into his ear. Is this that friend you were worried about this morning", Mrs Tweak whispers, her hand playful wrapping an elegant curl of caramel around her long rose finger nail.

"No mom, no."

Tweek knew it was pointless in denying it, he couldn't lie to save his life. Every tremor, every shiver, every nervous tick would undoubtedly show on that troubled face of his.

"Wow Tweek is this your mom, now I know where you get your good looks from; she's super pretty and tall just like you", Bradley said adjusting the frame of his glasses to get a better look at Mrs Tweak.

"Shut up man", Tweek gentility jabbed Bradley's shoulder.

The stubby Bradley simply rubbed at his arm and grinned.

"Aww aren't you sweet what a lovely thing to say dear. Where do you know my son from"?

Ah no this was too like his mom always butting in trying to figure out all she could about his life, but she couldn't he was complicated,-Please, please stop talking-.

Tweek noticed Bradley's eyes shifted back and forth from his mom to him. As he knelt in front of him he could tell Bradley was about to say something, God no keep your mouth shut man.

"Well I meet Tweek yesterday in art class he's really nice and fidgety I love the way he shakes and twitches".

"Gah don't tell her that".

"What it's true".

"Yes that's our Tweek he's a little jumpy, but we love him all the same. So what were you two talking about"?

Bradley face lit up with joy, bubbly energy flowing around him.

"Oh boy, oh boy Tweek was just about to invite me over we have an art project to work on don't we Tweek.

Still kneeling in front of himTweek upturns his frown in an awkward smile, teeth jittering, lips quivering.

"Why didn't you say so sweetie of course you can spend the night as long it's alright with your mom. Here why don't you go use the telephone in the back", Mrs Tweak gestured to Bradley with an airy wave to the back of the shop.

"Really um thanks I'll be right back, Tweek don't you go anywhere now"

His legs stumble across the freshly mopped floor, rainbow laces slipping out the sides. Oh god slow down your gonna trip and smash your head open Tweek panicked in his worried mind.

"Mom what are you doing inviting Bradley over you don't even let Clyde come over after school".

"Oh so his name's Bradley is it".

Green eyes widen, a shiver blasts up his spine. Tweek shot up from the floor rigid and stiff, arms clinging tightly to his sides. Tweek looked as if his limps could snap like twigs at any moment from the sheer strain he put on them.

"What's the matter, you looked so worried about this friend of yours this morning. Besides I don't see any reason why not to invite him he seems quite lonely, and this will be the perfect opportunity to get to know him".

Of course she would be able to tell that Bradley was lonely; she was a mother after all. But Tweek still couldn't shake what Jimmy had said, the words lingered in his mind like a dreamy spectator whispering dreary melodies of truth. Fuck you Jimmy. Tweek had already decided to help him he wasn't about to back down now.

"Guess who".

Darkness muddled his vision robbing Tweek of his sight, a pair of hands draped over his eyes.

"Oh my god I'm blind"!, Tweek froze his breath quickening, droplets of cold sweat dripping down his face.

"No it's just".

Too late, in that instance Tweek twisted around his limps crashing against a fragile skull.

Thump, wooden legs wobble, an unpleasing sound like a wet rag hitting the floor echoes around Tweek. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the small body make contact with the hard tile.

"Ouch my head". A hand reaches out to help Bradley up.

"Are you alright , you should never sneak up on Tweek honey he startles very easily".

"I'll keep that in mind boy that hurt".

Fuck what was he doing he didn't mean for that to happen, people can't just can't sneak up on him like that. What was Bradley even doing standing on that chair anyways? Bradley could have been some kind of ninja assassin, he could have sliced his throat clean open and he'd bleed to death on the clean floor of his mother's coffee shop. Shit and what if his mom slipped on his blood she'd fall and die, then his poor dad would be all alone and he'd have to start dating; no that be way too much pressure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm sorry I didn't mean to"

"Dear no swearing".

"Sorry, sorry", he covers his mouth to prevent anymore obscenities from escaping.

"Do want some ice for that dear".

In a flash a streak of yellow sprung up brushing off what little filth that clung to his bright denim.

"Nah that's okay I'm tougher than I look", Bradley looked up at Tweek pearly whites gleaming in the florescent lights of the shop.

"Are you sure your eye is starting to swell".

He gives a small node walking over to the tall blonde. "It's okay you didn't hurt me Tweek how's seven sound".

He couldn't believe it after nearly blinding him he still wanted hang out?

"Um okay".

He couldn't say no to Bradley he looked so happy he didn't have the heart to bring a frown to that cheerful face.

Just then the bell above the door jingled and a tall teenage girl with a dreary tattered spider black dress strode in. Her cold eyes were drawn right to Bradley.

"Twerp get over here you know mom doesn't like you being out by yourself too long."

"Well that's my ride Tweek, I'll meet you at your house".

"You know where I..."

Before those words could leave his mouth warm arms wrap around Tweek's body. Bradley's feet perched high up on his tippy toes. He smothered Tweek in a big caring caress, delicate lips brushing up against Tweek's freckled cheeks.

Tweek remained frozen a heavy blush spreading over his face in uneven red splotches.

Did he just kiss me?

"Come on lets go".

The girl sighed pouting her black lips, harshly tearing Bradley away from Tweek's arms before he could even register what the hell just happened.

Tweek didn't like how harshly the girl dragged him across the room to the exit.

"Hey, hey your gonna hurt him", he hesitantly shouted, his voice cracking.

She didn't hear him or she didn't care. Before Bradley disappeared through those revolving doors he shifts his head towards Tweek wiggling his fingertips in gleeful wave, lips upturned in an innocent smile.


A giddy sensation drifted over Bradley like droplets of cold rain, anxious butterfly's bursting in his stomach. Enthusiasm fluttered over him his eyes widening. There from the window seat he could see the bright red house in the flickering street lights. He Slid his fingers underneath the thick canvas belt fiddling with the buckle. His mother hand grabbed his shoulder. "Wait honey you sure you want to go", she told him.

"Mom what's that's supposed to mean it was your idea for me to spend the night. Besides you got nothing to worry about. Tweek's super nice. He wouldn't let nothing bad happen".

She sighed a hint of sadness in her tone , "I know it's just your my one and only little boy. I worry about you".

"Don't worry mom I'll be home before you know it".

"Before you go are you sure you have everything. What about Mr. Crackers you know how forgetful you can be".

A frown danced across his face as he gripped the door handle, "Didn't forget nothing love you", he uttered as he stepped into the chilly night air duffle bag slung over his shoulder. His feet crunched beneath the freshly fallen snow, a light radiating in the window of his friend's home in the distance. He had been so nervous about visiting Tweek, he hadn't slept over at a friend's house in ages. What if did something awkward. Sure Tweek said he wouldn't be mad, but nevertheless he couldn't help but think he did something wrong. Ding dong, a sliver of light passed through the small opening illuminating Bradley's hazel eyes. As the door slowly opened wider and wider Bradley could see a familiar bright green eye peer through the crack of the entrance.

"B-Bradley you're a bit early man".

"Sorry mom tells me it always better to be early. Wouldn't want you to worry about me".

Tweek seemed a bit more nervous, a bit more anxious, he was twitching more than usual, pulling at the collar of his button up shirt. The way he stared at him was weird he didn't think Tweek ever look at him like that before.

"Is there something wrong do I have something on my face".

"No, no it's just your outfit's a bit… colorful".

"Tweek is that your friend what are you waiting for. Let him in before he freezes to death"!

He heard the the lady he meet at the coffee shop. She slowly approached. He couldn't help it he was so nervous for some reason, so out of sheer instinct he grabbed at the smooth green cloth of Tweek's pearled button up dress shirt, tightly clinging on to his friends long limb burying his face into the crook of Tweek's back. He could feel Tweek's natural vibrations, his nervous ticks and shivers the moment he made contact with his jittery friend; it felt like Tweek was a motor boat from how his body hummed.

"Shit man what are you doing"!

"Hiding".

"Gah come on".

Gravity pulled on him. He felt himself being dragged through the doorway by the sleeve of his jacket. His boots got wedged into the raised frame of the doorway causing him to stumble as he entered the warm embrace of the living room.

"Tweek don't treat your friend like that", Bradley heard the boy's mother scold, her eyes scrunching together.

"Sorry about that. Tweek can be a little rough he doesn't realize his own strength sometimes. Here let me take your things".

"Thanks Mrs. Tweak".

"No call me Leanne dear".

Whoa that was a bit rude he thought. You not supposed to call a grown up by their first name, but he shook the thought from his head, too enthralled with the space surrounding him, his eyes soaking in every detail of the room.

Tweek's house sure was neat and tidy everything was in its place. The family pictures that hung on the sea foam walls were organized in neat pyramids from largest to smallest. The coffee table had tidy stacks of cooking and home décor magazines tucked all spic and span under liquid clear glass, and the whole house had a hint of vanilla and cinnamon in the air.

Leanne strode across the grey carpeting tossing Bradley's duffle bag into her son's chest.

"Gah what the hell mom you could of broken my neck".

"You go show your friend your room. Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes, get going you two!"

"But, but".

"No excuses. Go"!

Wow, Bradley giggled under his breath a small smirk appearing on his face. He couldn't help it, seeing such a big guy like Tweek fall apart under this fluffy woman's gaze was sure something else.

"Fine come on lets go, Tweek grimaced tossing the bag over his shoulder. Just like before he grabbed at his arm, dragging him up the staircase.what gives he didn't even have time to hang up his coat. What was wrong with Tweek he never acted this aggressive before. Where his gentle quivering giant he meet only yesterday?

The ceiling fan spinned helping cut the awkward feeling Bradley felt in the pit of his stomach. The moment he entered Tweek's room his eyes were drawn to every corner of the room; where should he look first. If nobody had told him he was Leanne's son he never would have guessed. It looked like a twister had torn this place apart. He plopped down on Tweek's bed the springs retorted under the impact his body made upon the squishy cushion. Sitting there his eyes drift from the various articles of clothing that scattered the floor of Tweek's shag carpeting to the guy himself. He notices Tweek was just nervously standing there fidgeting with his hands, picking at his nails. Tweek's eyes wandered from the tiny blonde on the bed to his popcorn ceiling. Somehow Bradley knew something was wrong, even though he wasn't too good at deciphering facial expressions.

"T-Tweek come here sit down. What's wrong, you can tell me I won't make fun of you".

Hesitantly long legs strode towards him. The mattress buckled beneath Tweek's weight, his hands tightly clutching at his disheveled comforter.

Ripping out wiry hair a screech left his throat, -"Fuck man why did you kiss me"-.

He knew it. He just knew it, he knew he did something wrong. A normal kid wouldn't just kiss a friend like that what the hell was wrong with him. What should he do? Things would only get worse if he lied, but then he remembered what Dr. Wilhelm had told him about being honest. So he slipped out of his pink parka draping his legs with the furry garment. Even though it was hard he did his best to meet Tweek's gaze. He reached up to run his hands through Tweek's hair again, his rainbow painted fingernails gleaming in the faded light of the ceiling fan. He could tell having his hair played with really calmed Tweek down, and even though it was embarrassing he'd risk Tweek getting mad just to see him smile. Tweek really needed to smile more he sure was uptight.

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable I really didn't mean to, it's just I kiss everybody like that. I kiss my mom, I kiss my sister and I even kiss my friends. It's how I show people I love them, and I love you to. Here to make things even steven why don't you gimme a kiss".

He closed his eyes and brought his cheek right up to Tweek's face. That was strange he heard ragged breathing but couldn't feel Tweek's shaky lips on his skin. When Bradley opened his eyes Tweek is bright red a steady blush spreading across his face.

"What's wrong Tweek why are you all pink like that"?

"I -I can't. Wait what the hell you mean you love me. love doesn't exist man"!

"Don't you say that, it isn't true, it isn't! Love is real don't you ever say that it isn't. We all need someone to make it through the day, to make our lives a bit easier. Don't you want someone to love you Tweek, to make you feel special"?

"Well…"

A pained expression crawled on Tweek's face. He was struggling with something. But how could Tweek say that love wasn't real. Without love Bradley would have given into the dark thoughts of depression long ago. It was love that saved him from himself. He had, had suicidal thoughts before, but the only thing that kept him going was maybe finding someone like the boy in the silver locket. A person that could share the other half of his soul like he did. Somehow he felt that special connection with Tweek. He didn't know why, but Tweek reminded him of his very special friend, the friend that cared for him and protected him when he was younger. And although Tweek was a tad bit aggressive Bradley knew deep down Tweek was good person.

"Boys come down dinners ready".

"Hold that thought Tweek", Bradley pressed his fingers to Tweek's lips.

It was his turn to drag him around for once.

"Come on lets go".

"Wait what's your hurry man it's only dinner".

"Nope no excuse we don't want to be late".

At the speed of light the stubby blond tugged him down the stairs, he had so much energy Tweek could barely keep up. All that was visible was a crazy streak of orange and red. Tweek struggled just to hold on. Swoosh a gust of air hit the bottom of the stairs. Bradley's grip on Tweek's sweaty palm tightened and he pirouettes him around digging his hands into his back and pushing Tweek forward into the dining room. He peaked his head out from behind him and called out to Leanne, "I've brought Tweek".

"I can see that why don't you two take a seat".

The legs of the chair slid against the spotless white floor. Bradley cuddled up close next to Tweek. His ears heard the clattering of pots and pans. Leanne no doubt busying herself in the kitchen. Whatever it was she was cooking sure smelled good. The aroma wafted into the dining room invading his nostrils with a tangy sweet scent.

"Hey, hey Tweek", Bradley poked at Tweek's sleeve.

"Err don't startle me like that what is it".

His chair scoots up even closer, and his lips press up to Tweek's ear. He whispers, "Where's your dad".

Tweek rose an eyebrow and sighed. "Dads pretty busy he hardly ever comes home".

"Why Tweek"?

"Look dad just busy he doesn't have time to deal with my problems."

"Dinners ready you two".

"Bradley".Leanne announced as she sets the plates in front of them.

"Yeah".

"Don't worry about Richard he's a busy man. He works at big hospital in Denver helping a lot of sick people. He comes home when he can".

Tweek rolled his eyes.

Poor Tweek, sure my dad a bit scary and doesn't treat me very nice but at least he's home. Tweek must be so lonely. Sure he has his friends, but that's not the same as a dad.

The steam rolled off the plate in front of him, it smelled good, but he had no idea what the hell he was looking at. There was something that kinda looked like meatballs and mashed potatoes, and smoothing crispy with some green twigs.

"Um Leanne what exactly is this".

She gives him a funny look then laughed. "Sorry I always forget not everyone is familiar with my cuisine ". She points to each portion on Bradley's plate pulling at the drawstrings of her apron as she does . "That there is Kjøttkaker, and that's Stekt fisk".

"Kjotterrr, turkey. What is it even edible?"

He heard Tweek snicker, covering his mouth with his napkin.

"It's just fired meatballs and fish sticks with asparagus and gravy, it really good man".

Boy he felt stupid he wasn't very cultured, the fanciest thing he's ever eaten was lasagna. He would always be a stupid useless person who nobody would ever have a use for. He probably sounded so needy begging Tweek to come over here like this. He'd bet anything Tweek didn't even want him around, why did he even come. No he had to stop this. He had to think positive thoughts just like Amy had told him.

"So what kind of food is this anyways"? He asked twirling the sliver fork between his fingers, chewing on the inside of his lip.

"Its Norwegian", Leanne answered.

With a tilt of his head he looked to Tweek. The blondes elbow was dug into his mother's floral tablecloth his head resting in his palm. Tweek stared off into space as he brought a crispy piece of seared fish to his mouth chewing it an unsettling manner. There was definitely something on his mind.

A fringe of long silky hair swung from Bradley's eyes. Again that excited feeling builds in his tummy when he looks at Tweek.

"Wow Tweek that's really neat can you speak it, I wish I could speak another language. Bet it sure comes in handy with the ladies"!

Bradley heard murmured sounds squeak past Tweek's throat. His friend's eyes widen breath growing heavy, he grabs at his throat coughing and gasping.

"-Oh my god I killed Tweek"-, tears fill his eyes. The orange fabric of his graphic tee covered his head. Not even a second passed when he felt a hand slide on his back, trembling scared eyes looked up to see a towering boy over him.

"Gah its okay you just caught me off guard is all".

"Um can we go to your room now, and work on our project".

Both mother and son give him an odd look.

"Dear you hardly touch your dinner".

"Yeah man".

"Oh that's okay I don't eat very much", he said swirling around his mashed potatoes .

Why were they looking at him like that? It's not like eating was that important he was already pretty chunky despite being so scrawny.

He heard Tweek grit his teeth. "Narg you have eat or you'll die, you'll get anemia or low blood pressure. Oh god what if you have a heart attack or something"!

"Honey stop your scaring him".

"Okay, okay look I'm eating just calm down ", the prongs of his fork enter his mouth. Bradley gulps down a generous helping and rubs his tummy.

Dinner had gone by really slowly, eating wasn't very fun for Bradley anymore it would bring up painful memories of his dad ridiculing him at their dinner table. Every time he would eat something his dad's hurtful words would replay in his mind.

"Nerg, I guess we can go to my room and work on that project now".

"Just a minute I'll be right there".

She nice, she's nice he repeats in his mind as he stepped into the kitchen.

There she stood humming to herself. The sound of running water trickling over ceramic plates brought a sense of peace to Bradley's mind. He always liked the sound of running water.

Carefully Bradley came up behind Mrs Tweak and tugged at the back of her apron.

"Ah L-Leanne".

"-Oh- Bradley what are you doing here".

"Um well... ah".

"It okay sweetie you can tell me I won't bite".

Reaching into his red denim he pulled out two brownish tinted containers shaking them back and forth, the small white and yellow capsules rattled around inside.

"I'm not really supposed to take my pills by myself can you help me. I didn't want to bother Tweek, I wouldn't want him thinking I'm a baby or something".

"Oh is that's what's bothering you. Tweek would never think that. Tweek may be a lot of things but one thing he's not is a bully. He wouldn't treat you like that.

A few minutes pass and there Tweek stood in the entrance way. He pressed the weight of his shoulder against the mosaic of colorful tiles of the kitchen. Bradley could see Tweek staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He slurped down the cold refreshing water that Leanne handed him, and rushed to him.

"All ready lets go Tweek".


"Hold still you'll look cute, come on".

"-No stop I don't want paint on my face- what if it's toxic I could die"!

Things sure had escalated quickly one moment Tweek was sitting there being Bradley's muse, and the next Bradley was laying on top of him painting butterfly's and rainbows on his face.

"There all done, don't you think you look good".

Bradley tossed him the mirror he was using to make sure everything lined up right on his Portrait.

"Nerg, what you do my face".

"What I think you look manly. It takes a real guy to rock rainbows".

"Ah Jesus we need talk man". Tweek gently slipped his fingers in-between Bradley's underarms lifting him off of him like how a child would pick up a pet cat, and led him over to his bed yet again.

"Wait Tweek don't you wanna see your picture I'm all done painting it, besides we have all night to talk".

Boy this guy sure needs to lighten up he sure seems tense Bradley thought.

"Here I know what you need, you seem stressed".

"w-what are you doing"!

"Giving you a back rub. Mom always gets these bad migraines, and a back rub always makes her feel better when she's tense".

There was so much strain in Tweek's stringy shoulders. As Bradley's hands worked the big guy he could hear little squeaks and groans escape his throat.

"Fuck that feels good man".

Bradley's pink tongue peeked out the side of his mouth, too lost in concentration he could barely hear Tweek's whimpers. He dug his elbow in his friends back working out another kink.

"There all done big guy", he tapped his shoulder. "Now what was it you wanted to tell me".

"God I can't remember".

"Well it must have not been important then".

It was getting late his eyelids grew heavy. No there were so many more things he wanted to with Tweek, there just wasn't enough time. He twirled a golden bang of silky hair around his finger, the tip rubbing against his forehead.

"Um Tweek you wanna maybe watch a movie. Movies are awesome".

"I-I don't know what kind of movie?"

"Duh I told you before a scary one".

"What are you trying to do to me I'll get nightmares"!

Well it worked before so why not try it here. Bradley wrapped his arms around Tweek's lengthy waist, he cuddled his head up against his blonde's stomach, digging his chin into the thin cloth of his night shirt, eyes looking longingly up at Tweek. Please, he needed this.

"Shit man I just can't say no to you."

"Score I'll be right back gotta change".

When he finally made it down stairs he could see Tweek was waiting for him on the couch with snacks and everything, but for some reason he was giving him an odd look.

"What"?

"Why do you where stuff like that, and what's that ? "Bradley heard him call from over by the couch.

What was wrong with what he was wearing they were just pjs.

"Tweek I do what I want, besides bright colors make me happy. Oh and this is Mr. Crackers he's my best friend. You're a cute little ducky aren't you Mr. Crackers", he hugged the stuffed toy brushing his head up against it. "Oh come on Tweek haven't you ever had a stuffed animal before".

"When I was a kid I guess", Tweek shaked his head.

"Well anyways I brought this movie from home. It's super good it one of Stephens kings, it's my fave".

"Let me see. Sweet Jesus, Room 1408. No man. Craig tried to get me to see that. Ghost movies freak me the fuck out".

Bradley hugged the case to his chest swaying back and forth shuffling his feet.

"Please Tweek you did promise, and if you get scared I'll be right here, please".

"I'm not scared, "-fine-".

As the move played Tweek would jump up every now and then. He would nibble on his nails and pull at his hair. But every time his friend's anxiety would get out wack Bradley was right there to pull the bundle of nerves hands away from his head, to calm him down when he was shivering from fright. It was funny to think that such a tough guy like Tweek would be afraid of anything.

Tweek's hand trembled as he gnawed on a piece of popcorn, a loud pop filled the room.

"Jesus what the hell is that, oh god its ghosts or zombies I knew this was a bad idea where all gonna die"!

Inching closer to Tweek's side of the couch Bradley got on the lofty boys lap his knees digging into Tweek's legs, he struggled to pull his buddies arms away from his hair.

"Tweek don't do that you'll go bald. Here why don't you give Mr. Crackers a squeeze"?

"Arrrg um okay. Hey that really does help".

"No John Cusack don't go in there its haunted!" Bradley screamed jumping up and down on the couch.

Tweek was curled up in the corner his knees drawn his chest face smothered in his army tee.

"Gah is it over yet".

Bradley leaped off the couch and pulled the scarecrows arms away from his face.

"Don't be chicken your super tough you don't take crap for anyone. Look at me I'm a little wimp and I'm not scared".

"I'm not that tough man".

"whatevs, here why don't I keep you company I'll chase away all those scary monsters.

He wouldn't let anything happen to his friend that's for sure, if the monsters wanted to eat Tweek they have to go through him first.

"Come here coffee cup I'm right here", Bradley laid his head down on Tweek's lap.

"Ah, Coffee cup?"

"Yeah that's your new nickname you gotta a problem with that, you gonna beat me up again".

"-You know I didn't mean that-, I feel like shit bout that I would never ever hurt you on purpose"!

Bradley could feel his heart racing as his head rushed forward off Tweek's lap. He gasped trying to calm his heart. "No don't say anything I'm okay, and I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. Come on lets go".

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes a yawn slipping past his throat, arms stretching above his head. As he lifted himself off the couch the royal purple of his pjs rode up showing off his tummy. He vaguely saw that Tweek looked away and coughed his face turning bright pink again; coffee cup sure turn's red a lot around him, he really should get that looked at.

"Uh that was a pretty good movie man".

"Yeah it was. You know if you ever got trapped in a haunted hotel or something I do anything to get you out, you're a really good friend. Now let's go bed I'm sleepy".


"No Tweek that's rude this is your room I should be the one who sleeps on the floor". No use he wasn't going to win against a person as stubborn as Tweek.

"Don't be stupid man your my guest your sleeping in my bed I'll take the floor".

He couldn't sleep maybe it was the strange sheets that cover him or maybe it was the eerie quite that surrounded Tweek's room, but whatever the reason the fact remained the same.

He called out his voice nervous and quivering. "Um Tweek are ya awake"?

"Yeah man I never sleep what is it".

"Do you like me, I feel all I do is bother you, it's okay if you don't wanna be friends".

There was that fiery spirit in his voice again. Every time Tweek seemed to get mad his casual stutter would vanish.

"Ah what's that supposed to mean no shit I still wanna be friends. In fact your gonna hang out with my gang from now on".

"Really, is that okay. I've seen the way Craig looks at me".

"Argg Craig lets no talk about him. So anyways what's all this crap you were telling me that you're a bad kid and you deserve to be punished? That's messed up, you're a sweet guy, nobody deserves to get hit like that".

It was nice to hear those kind words come from Tweek, but he couldn't shake the self-doubt from his mind. People had told him he was useless for so long it had become second nature to doubt himself. And it didn't matter if Brandon picked on him because he learned a long time ago he would never be normal. Would anyone even miss him if he just disappeared one day?

"I don't know coffee cup. I'm just some dump kid who everyone think is weird the world would be better off without me"(there's those negative thoughts again so much for staying positive).

"What the hell don't talk like that, you're not weird your just abit different there's nothing wrong with that".

"I guess".

Again Tweek's voice cut through the darkness. "I know this is off topic, and err I don't mean to be rude man but uh... why are you so small I've never seen someone as puny as you".

"Ha ha that's okay I'm use to people saying that. Well I was born a bit premature doctors had to do a c section on mom just to get me out, but something happened though".

Bradley heard the worry in Tweek's voice in the pitch black of the room.

"Gah oh god what happened "!

"Well I guess doctors didn't get me out fast enough, and oxygen got cut off from my brain or something like that, so I ended up getting some brain damage. Doctors thinks that's one of the causes for… you know. Anyways, always been pretty small and sick. "Ha ha" doctors don't think I live past 25".

That was weird Coffee cup wasn't making those odd noises he usually made. He was suddenly silent. Then an ear-piercing sound drifts out of the darkness.

"What the hell man that not funny don't joke about that stuff, you serious"?

"Don't stress over it , and I'm not sure. Doctors are still running test on what's making me feel weak. It seems like I never have any energy. I guess that's why I try to act happy all the time to make the best outta a bad situation".

Tweek got up off the floor his pale skin glowing in the dim light of his laptop.

"Nargh then what the hell was that today with your sister, she just can't drag you around like that. Your small and god she could have broken your arm".

Okay it was kinda cute at first that Tweek was worried about him, but it was getting annoying now. Just because he was small and had some problems didn't give Tweek the right to constantly baby him. He could take care of himself.

"Tweek I know you're worried, but stop treating me like a little kid it's getting pretty lame. I'm not a baby if I need your help I'll ask for it".

"-Sorry- just worried man. I'm not treating you like some kind of baby, but its okay to ask for help sometimes. Like you have a serious bully problem. You need help".

"Nah that's okay don't need help the world would be better off without me anyways, who cares if Brandon kills me".

He felt a weight clamp around his shoulders it was Tweek pinning him down. Bradley could see the whites of Tweeks eyes gleaming in the faded moon light the trickled in through the open curtains. Hot breath poured over his face.

"Please get off me. Your scaring me"!

Salty liquid dripped on Bradley's face sliding down his cheeks moistening the royal purple of his pajama shirt.

"Tweek are you crying?"

In a flash Tweek's arms wrap around him, tears wetting his neck. Bradley now knew how awkward Tweek must have felt being touched by him so unexpectedly.

"Oh B-Bradley. Tweek began saying tears still slipping from his eyes, little noises in a foreign tongue passing through his teeth. Don't ever say that. I care about you man, I don't... know what I'd do if anything happened to you. Don't you dare even think bout hurting yourself. I don't know why I feel like this, but you're the first person who's ever got me like this man I... I just don't know".

Bradley smiled prying Tweek's tight grip off him.

"It's okay Tweek I care about you too. You're the first person in a long time who's ever wanted to get to know me. Here, he pats the bed beside him, why don't you sleep with me tonight Mr. Crackers would sure like that wouldn't you Mr. Crackers, "quack, quack", yup Mr. Crackers approves".

Tweek cuddled up close to Bradley, the little blonde noticed he kept his hands to himself probably to not make him feel uncomfortable. For the first time since he meet Tweek it seemed his constant shacking and erratic breathing had stopped, and it looked like he had actually fallen asleep before him. Which must have been extremely rare considering how much coffee Tweek drank. The last thing Bradley heard before drifting off to sleep was a soft "I love you", but he was sure that was in his head.