Bradley Biggle is the love of my life. We've been through so much together. Last summer, I went with his family to the beach. When Bradley's mom found him on top of me in the sand, I was scared he would be sent away. Mrs. Biggle was calm about it, though. I would be underwhelmed too if I had Henrietta as a daughter. Last I heard, she was working at the library. Have to pay for a smack habit somehow, I guess. She despises Brad more than anyone else, and believe me, she hates everyone but the other goth kids. He did get her sent to rehab her senior year, so she didn't get to graduate. I almost felt bad for her, but then I realized I didn't really care. Good thing pot's legal here.
I check the clock. Seven forty-five, might as well head on over to Tweek's. It was pretty chilly tonight, even more than usual. Nights like this make me wish they made jackets in towel sizes. Whatever. I see a broad figure coming up to me in the distance.
"Towelie!" he said, "You catching the party tonight?"
"You know it, Ken. Heard it's going to kick ass. How's Tammy?"
"Well," he explained, "With her away in Denver and all, things got a little shitty for me. We talk every day, though. Skyping every night makes up for everything, trust me."
Kenny always had a way with the ladies, despite being lost for words most of the time. Even with every girl in his class drooling over him, he still stuck with Tammy. Don't get me wrong, she's a pretty cool girl, but how could someone like Kenny ever settle down? It blows my mind. She's definitely doing something right.
We finally made our way to Tweek's in the cold. Boy, was Cartman right about this party! Chill music, booze, even brownies. Damn, I love brownies, especially when they're laced with the loud. Brownies and weed are so beautiful together, they really do make a cute couple. Speaking of couples, I need to find Brad. It's been almost a week since we've been together, but it feels like years.
Nope, he's nowhere to be found. Figures he couldn't make it out to the party. The only event he'd miss school for is Comic Con. He's becoming more of a celebrity every year, inspiring cosplays and whatnot. Man, I love my little nerd.
"Yo, man," I heard Craig scream from the top of the stairs, "You have to see this!"
I walked up, thinking if this somehow stimulated boring, wet blank Craig that it must be exciting. It was the master bedroom, where Bebe and Wendy were making out. Fucking gross, dude. Wait, Craig wasn't talking about them. He handed me a blunt, probably the biggest I had ever seen. You could tell by the scent that it was quality. Taking a hit, I checked it out, even catching the purple tint to it. I wonder how Tweek got a hold of it. All of a sudden, I was being dragged into the hallway by Butters.