If I were to tell how much I'd changed during the last ten years... I wouldn't say anything because thinking about such things is not what I usually do. Like remembering things.

But that is not the point either way. The point is that, no, I hadn't changed much. So when I - for the following days until I saw him again - found my thoughts drifting back to Tweek repeatedly, I was the slightest bit put out. Not much, mind you. If I had written this down that very second, I would never have given it much thought. Then again, I never would have written this back then in the first place. The only reason I find this worth mentioning now is because I know what happened. However, this has taken a wrong direction again, so if you could please forget everything you just read, then I can get on with the actual story again.

So, next time I saw him was two days later, again in an auditorium, this time it was about economy. It was pretty much the same as last time with him up in the back and me surrounded by my.. friends. I didn't try and converse with him before the lecture though.

I did afterwards.

"Hey Tweek." I caught up with him before he exited the room. "We sure meet a lot these days, huh?"

"It's only been two t-Hts! times, Craig."

"I.. guess."

I swore he was doing this on purpose! Well.. what was he doing, exactly?

"So, uhm.. Having a busy time?"

"Yes, if I didn't-hk! have a day off tomorrow I'd- Arkh! drop dead for sure." he said.

"I'm free tomorrow afternoon as well..! Want to meet? Talk about old times?"

'Talk about old times?' I thought, frowning at my own words.

"S-Sure." was his answer.

"Great, meet you here at five." I said in a rush, suddenly eager to get away from him.

Ever heard this?

Welcome to Nobody Cares!, population: 6 billion.

Well, I rule Nobody Cares. It's my way of life. I don't give shit about anything. I've never really cared about other people, never cared if my family's nice to me, if I'm good or bad at school, hell, I don't even care if I was chosen by the antique Peruvians to save the world.

One would think that such attitude puts other people off, but as I told you before, unfortunately, it doesn't. Might have to do with my honesty. It is a rare trait, and I know why. I don't lie to people because I don't care about how they think of me. This way, I can be completely honest with you too. As far as I'm concerned, you might as well think I'm a pussy, a dork, stupid, whatever. In fact, I care so little about your opinion that I have no problem with you thinking that I do care.

Which is why I can tell you how I did look forward to meeting Tweek that afternoon. Not in a "cannot concentrate at all" way, more in a... "cannot explain well" way. Yeah, that was lame.

Anyhow, when I arrived at our appointed spot six minutes before five, I was surprised to find him waiting already. When we were younger, he was always a late one. Perhaps because he was always busy having a nervous break-down.

"Have you been waiting here a long time?"

"Not really. I haven't had much to do on my free day either way."

I was about to simply say 'okay', when I noticed something.

"Tweek... you said that without the slightest stutter."

"I have my good days."

He gave a violent twitch.

"..it can not be avoided completely, though." he added in an afterthought.

I guess I had to smile at that.

"So, what do you want to do?" he asked.

"Well I thought we could just drink a cup of-" my eyes fell on his thermos jug. "Nevermind. Why don't we go eat something? Not that long until dinnertime, anyway.."

"Sure."