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Disclaimer: I don't own South Park (Trey Parker and Matt Stone do. Lucky Bastards.) I don't own Cinderella. (Walt Disney does.)

"OMG! Did you hear there's going to be a ball?"

"Yeah! It's this Saturday!"

Tweek was rather annoyed. This was all he could hear people talk about ever since he left the house. Normally he just heard gossip and hello's that he usually ignored. But today he just heard girls squealing, and stuff about the ball.

He walked into the only appliance store in South Park. Luckily no one was in there. So he just took a coffeemaker and walked to the cash register.

"That'll be 25 dollars." The store clerk told him.

Tweek got out his wallet (which used to be his father's) and gave the clerk two 10's and a 5.

"So, I heard there's gonna be a ball this Saturday." Said the store clerk as he put the money in the register. "You gonna go?"

"I'd rather eat shit than go to a stupid ball at the castle." Tweek mumbled, speaking quickly so he wouldn't studder.

"Really? Why's that?" asked the clerk.

"It would just be a bunch of girls dancing with random guys." Tweek replied, still talking quickly.

"Nah,all the chicks would want to dance with the prince. He's picking a bride there."

"Really? Oh sh-shit!"Tweek grabbed his coffeemaker and ran out of the store. He ran home as fast as he could, he didn't want to hear anymore of the shrieking girls.

"Craig would you please come out? You need to try on your suit for the ball!" Clyde (who is the royal duke) shouted as he pounded on the prince's door.

"Go away Clyde!" Craig shouted back. "I'll try it on the day of the ball!"

"No, you need to do this now." the duke argued. "Just get it over with!"

"NO! WHAT'S THE POINT OF THIS BALL? SO I CAN CHOOSE SOME BROAD WHO ONLY LOVES ME BECAUSE I'M ROYALTY! THAT'S STUPID CLYDE, AND YOU KNOW IT!" Craig screamed. He really didn't want to do this whole ball thing. He didn't really see the point of it. He wished he was never a prince in the first place. He wanted to live freely like the townspeople. Not having to worry about stupid things like, using the wrong spoon or wearing the wrong thing to bed. It was stupid and annoying. Plus, he was never allowed outside the castle walls. The most freedom he got was when he'd climb to the top of the tallest tree and look over the entire kingdom.

But that only happened when ever there was an event going on in the castle that he would be too "sick" to attend.

"I'll tell them you don't feel good." Clyde responded to Craig's tantrum.

"Thanks Clyde." Craig walked over to his window and opened it. The cool air outside felt good. Then Craig walked to his bed and got out his notebook. It was filled with drawings that he had since he was 12. His mother gave it to him for his birthday, and he kept it and drew in it for 6 years now. He opened it up and went to the first clean page he found. He then began sketching something he's been drawing since he was 15 (and drew nearly 300 times). The perfect guy.

Yes, guy. Craig never told anyone except Clyde that he was gay. That was another reason why he wasn't very happy about the ball. He would be forced to marry some girl he doesn't know, and spend the rest of his life unhappy.

Craig sighed. "Why can't I just like girls? Things would be so much easier."

Suddenly he heard another knock on his door.

"GO AWAY!" He shouted not wanting to deal with whatever was going on now.

"Relax dude, it's just me!" It was Clyde again.

Craig sighed. "Alright come in."

Clyde opened the door and shut it behind him. "Dude, you're not gonna believe this shit! But I just heard-." Clyde stopped his rambling and looked at Craig. "Dude are you drawing in that notebook again? That's gay Craig."

Craig threw his notebook at Clyde. "Fuck off Clyde!" Then he gave Clyde his signature middle finger.

"It's not very noble for a prince to give someone the finger." Clyde joked. Then he looked at the notebook Craig threw at him. "Are you drawing dudes again? Now I think you're rubbing it in."

"Shut up! What did you come in here for anyway?"

"Oh, you know the one family in this kingdom that we absolutely hate?"

"The Tweak's?" Craig asked.

"Yeah, they're coming to the ball." Clyde answered.

"WHAT?" Craig panicked. "Why would they even bother to show up? no way in a million years would I choose someone from the Tweak family! That selfish mother and her bitchy obnoxious daughters."

"Well just ignore them, dance with someone else." Clyde tried to assure his friend. Although we wasn't sure if Craig was panicking or not. Since Craig just kept a blank expression and talked in his monotonous voice.

"Whatever. Just tell them to leave if they try to make the whole thing about them." Craig answered.

"Okay, I'll let the guards know." Clyde said, running out of the room.

Craig sighed. "Great. Just great. Now I has to worry about that stupid Tweak family during the ball."

When Tweek finally got home, he cleaned the counters and installed his new coffeemaker. Glad he could finally have some coffee, he suddenly heard his sisters yelling his name upstairs.

He sighed he walked up the steps.

"What the f-fuck is i-it now?" He shouted.

"Tweeeeeek, Heidi says I'm not pretty enough to marry the prince!" Whined his red haired sister.

"Who's H-Heidi?" Tweek asked.

"Ugh! Tweek! You don't know your own sister's name?" His brunette sister scoffed.

"I n-never GAH! bothered t-to learn your na-names. You guys ar-are just bi-bitches JESUS! to me!" Tweek yelled.

His sisters both gasped. "TWEEK? How dare you say that about your own sister!?" The red haired one questioned.

"You-You're not NGH! my fu-fucking sister's!" Tweek shouted.

His brunette sister, Heidi apparently, shook her head. "Tweek, Tweek, Tweek. Where did you learn to talk like that?"

"Wh-what do you m-mean?"

"You're cussing Tweek! Where'd you learn to talk like that? You're not talking to any of the townspeople, are you?" Heidi looked rather concerned.

"Since when h-have you bitches ca-cared?"

"Tweek is it that one kid you always talk to when you feed the horses?" The red haired sister asked.

"GAH! Wh-what do you kn-know about him?" At this point Tweek began shaking more intensely than usual.

"Awww, is he you're boyfriend Tweek?" Heidi teased.

"N-no! Ngh! He's m-my fr-friend! Why? You b-bitches jealous that I-I have fr-friends and you don't?"

"We have friends Tweek!" The red haired one whined.

O-oh yeah? GAH! Name one!"

"Oh, um well..." Heidi was thinking.

"Y-yeah, just as I th-thought." Tweek's neck twitched in a manner that looked painful.

His stepsisters both cringed. "Doesn't that hurt Tweek?" The red haired on asked.

"Yeah, but... I got-gotta go! GAH! I hav-haven't had my c-coffee yet t-today." Then Tweek left the room.

Author's Note: Okay, I lied. This is going to be 5 chapters not 4.

Later peeps.