A/N: Thank you so much to everyone that reviewed, followed, and favorited this story! I honestly didn't expect to get as many as I did, but thank you so much!

Okay, so this chapter went completely different a few days ago, but I changed it to add more drama and keep the story interesting. I think you guys would like this version much better.

And just FYI, I think this story will overall be in mostly Craig and Tweek's POV, because it'll be more Creek than anything, eventually. Occasionally, the POV might go to Clyde or Token, or even Kenny or someone else. If the POV changing is too confusing for you guys, let me know and I'll just keep it in Tweek's POV. Enjoy the story!

Tweek's P.O.V

After setting the plates of tacos outside for my "friends", I headed out to Damien's house so he could "coach me" or whatever he called it. I looked at my phone, trying to find where I stored Damien's address, and accidentally turned on Siri. Damn iPhone.

"GAH! S-Siri, leave me alone damn it!" I yelled at my phone.

Eventually, I found Damien's address in my notes app and started walking to his house. After living in South Park your whole life, you automatically know where everything is. This town is so damn small that you could probably make a map of where everything is and who lives where, just off the top of your head. But who the hell would do that?

I approached Damien's house (Well, partially his house. He lived there with some other guy and his parents) and knocked on the door. A blond guy that looked pretty similar to me opened the door.

"Oh 'ello, Tweek! Come in!" The boy said with an English accent.

I followed him inside to the living room, where Damien was on the couch watching TV.

"H-hey, Damien," I greeted him.

He looked up at me and smiled, standing up. "Hey, Tweek. This is Pip, by the way," he said, pointing at the blond boy.

"Yeah, we went to elementary and middle school together," Pip said.

"We- we did?" I asked.

Usually I was the one that no one noticed or remembered. I've never been in this situation before. Awkward.

"Well anyway, thanks for coming. And before we talk about anything else, I want you to know that whenever your buddies are being dicks, Pip and I are here for you. Or y'know, if you ever just wanted to hang out with us," Damien said.

"Thanks, guys," I replied, smiling at my new friends.

So far, Clyde's diet had been working. As soon as I got home, I ate some tacos and drank 3 bottles of water to try and cleanse my body. I didn't have any coffee since this morning, so it's been about all day that I hadn't had any. I'm already feeling better; I stopped twitching, I don't freak out as much and my stuttering is stopping. My mood also improved greatly, despite the cafeteria incident.

"You said there was a way we could spy on Craig and 'em, correct?" Damien asked me.

"Oh, yeah. Where's your computer?"

Damien and Pip led me to their rather messy room, where I sat at their Mac computer. I took a few seconds to observe the room. There was one large bed near the window, a tall mirror near the closet, a dresser, and a TV on the dresser. There were clothes and cups all over the place, too. I'm guessing most of that is Damien's fault. But one bed for two boys? Okay then…

Turning to the computer, I reached into my shirt and pulled out my red rosary that I wore 24/7 underneath my shirt, and took it off.

"A rosary...?" Damien questioned, confused.

I smiled up and him and looked back to my rosary, taking the bottom half of the cross off, revealing a flash drive that was attached to the necklace part of the rosary. This thing is my life.

"Neat-o!" Pip exclaimed, leaning on the back of the chair I was sitting on.

I plugged the flash drive into the computer and opened up a program that I labeled with a bunch of numbers and letters. Everything on my flash drive was labeled like that, so only I knew what every one of them was.

The program popped up with nothing but a search bar and I typed in Craig's computer password. The screen displayed Craig's room through his webcam in a new window. As I expected, the three boys were in Craig's room; Craig sitting on his bed with Clyde next to him as Token looked out the window. Clyde was eating his tacos and eyeing Craig's plate that was in front of Craig.

"How the hell...?" Damien said.

"I tapped into all of their webcams and with this program I made, I can access their webcams whenever I want," I explained.

"Whoa, did not expect that," Damien replied.

"Double neat-o! By the way, Tweek, would you like some tea? It calms the nerves a bit. You'd find it beneficial," Pip said.

"Really?" I asked, "Sounds great."

Pip smiled and left the room. I zoomed in the webcam to get a closer look at the guys and turned up the computer's volume.

"I wonder why the hell Tweek is hanging out with Damien. Seriously? He ditched us for him?" Craig said, an angry look on his face.

"Yeah, and on Taco Tuesday? He knows the rules," Clyde added, his mouth full of food.

"You guys aren't getting it. We obviously did something wrong to make Tweek not want to hang out with us. You both know he loves our get-togethers. So why would he skip out on today?" Token asked.

"Well I can see who's the brains in this group," Damien commented.

I nodded and sighed. There's nothing more I'd love than to be there with my friends, but I'm still hurt over them ignoring me. That's not something you do to your best friend.

Craig jumped up and said, "Let's go find Damien, I bet he told lies about us to Tweek. I'll kick his ass."

Damien chuckled darkly. "I'd like to see him try."

"I'm back~!" Pip exclaimed, setting down a cup of hot tea in front of me.

I took a sip and continued to look at the computer. Man, this tea is amazing! Almost better than coffee. Almost.

"No, that will only make Tweek hate us more. We should just wait till tomorrow morning and see if he walks to school with us," Clyde said.

The other two boys nodded in agreement and sat/stood there in silence.

"Well, if they're so worried about you, that must mean they care," Pip said.

I looked down at my tea in thought. That's certainly true. If they keep wondering why I skipped out on them, they must really care about me. And if they have their tacos, that must mean they went to my house without my confirmation text. They must be really worried.

"Nevertheless, they must pay for their actions. Friendship is a gift not to be taken for granted," Damien argued.

I'm starting to think this is more about Damien, and not me.

"But those are his friends, Damien. Think about if it were you and I in this situation," Pip said.

Damien sighed and nodded, letting Pip win the argument.

I turned off the computer screen and put my rosary/flash drive back in its normal spot. That's enough spying for now.

"Thanks for your support guys, and the tea. I feel really relaxed now. I should probably go," I said, standing up and heading for the door.

"Oh no, no, no. We're not done yet," Damien stated, pushing me back into the computer chair, "I gotta tell you what to do to get back at your friends."

Sure, my friends were being dicks to me, but I don't really want to hurt them. We've been friends since we were little, and I don't know what I'd do without them. They're like family to me, and you don't betray your family.

"I don't want to, Damien. I'd just be stooping to their level, and I'm better than that. Other people may be that weak that they have to see others hurt for what they did to them, but I'm stronger than that," I told Damien.

"And I understand where you're coming from, Tweek, but you gotta grow some balls, man. You can't let them step all over you; they'll keep doing it if you don't stand up for yourself," Damien protested.

"But I-"

"Tweek! Listen to me and be a man for once! I know you're the weak, fragile boy of "Team Craig", but you have to do this for yourself! Kick someone's ass, murder someone, do something!" Damien yelled.

"Uh…"

"He gave me the same pep talk, Tweek. He knows what he's talking about. After I took his advice, I was no longer bullied," Pip said.

I looked down at my hands that were in my lap. I really don't want to hurt my friends, but… Maybe they'll respect me a little bit more? Craig has always treated me like a baby; protecting me and telling me who not to hang out with (Pretty much anyone outside our group) and not letting anybody give me a hug or touch me at all, except for him. Whenever us four got into an argument, I was automatically brushed aside because they all think my opinions are based on my paranoia. Now that I think about it, they were all pretty mean to me, at times. And all I did was sit there and take it.

I looked up at the two boys in front of me.

"So? What do you say?" Damien asked. He was patiently waiting for me to finish thinking.

I sighed and said, "Why do I feel like I'm making a deal with the devil?"

Damien laughed and replied, "You're making a deal with his son, so it's understandable."

"Yay! It's makeover time!" Pip exclaimed.

"Wait, what?" I asked.

After two disastrous hours, I walked out of the bathroom that was down the hall from Pip and Damien's room. I walked back into their room to look in their long mirror instead of the bathroom one so that I could see a full view of myself. Damien and Pip followed and stood behind me as I checked myself out in their mirror.

My hair was brushed down and styled in the front so that my hair covered my left eye. It was also dyed black and sprayed with product to keep loose hairs from flying everywhere. Pip put on a bit of eyeliner on me and painted my nails black. Damien dressed me in black ripped skinny jeans, a plain black shirt, a black jacket and black sneakers. He had also pierced the left side of my bottom lip and my right eyebrow and put in a small silver hoop for each one. I had no idea what he was doing when he did it; I just knew it hurt.

"Was the goal to make me look emo?" I asked, turning to Damien and Pip.

Damien smacked me on the back of my head. "No silly, it's to make you look badass. Don't you listen to My Chemical Romance? 'So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose, maybe they'll leave you alone but not me', in reference to teenagers. If you look scary, they'll leave you alone," Damien explained.

"Of course I listen to MCR, and I love that song. But was all this necessary?" I asked.

"Once your asshole buddies see that you look scary now, they'll get the hint that you changed. It'll all unfold in the end," Damien said.

"So what's the overall plan then?"

Damien paused, looking at Pip. "Well, I don't really have an overall plan. This is all I got so far. Just hold on."

Damien put his hand to his chin, deep in thought. Amazing, he doesn't even have a plan.

Pip led me to the bed and sat down with me. He smiled at me and fixed my hair a bit. I looked over at Damien who was still deep into thought.

"He'll come up with something good. He's the king of revenge," Pip said with a smile.

"Will I be able to get my friends back? I don't want to lose them," I replied.

"Oh yes. That's the main goal. But revenge always helps," Pip answered.

I was so concentrated on Pip that I nearly jumped five feet high when Damien started laughing the evilest laugh I've ever heard. I may look pretty scary, but that guy is the scariest dude on the planet. He spun around and walked towards Pip and I, kneeling in front of me.

"I got it. You ready? This might be too much to handle," Damien said.

"Uhm… Yes. Go ahead," I replied.

"You are going to make friends with Cartman's group and make your friends so furious that they'll be begging for you to come back. Their group lost a member and Cartman's group gained that member, what could be worse?" Damien explained.

I blinked. "They hate me. What the hell makes you think they'd accept me into their group?"

Damien smiled widely. "Two words: Kenny McCormick. I saw the way he was eyeing you at school. And I heard he has a thing for emo boys." Damien winked at me and laughed some more.

"Uh… How do you know I'm gay? Are you gay?" I asked.

"I don't see why that's important, but yes. Pip and I have been dating since middle school. And I figured you're gay because well, you seem like it," Damien explained.

"Well then. This is crazy, Damien. This isn't going to work. How would I even do this? I don't wanna catch AIDS from Kenny!" I exclaimed.

Damien rolled his eyes. "You're not gonna catch AIDS. He's actually only dated 4 people. He's not a whore like everyone says."

I raised my eyebrows. "How would you know?"

"I see and hear everything in our school. Now, here's what you'll do: tomorrow at school, you'll go up to Kenny and flirt. Just a single flirt will work and he'll do the rest. He's really interested in you. Oh, and don't talk to Craig and his douchebags."

I nodded and sighed. This sounds like a lot of work.

The next day, I managed to maintain my new look and started walking to school. I passed right by Craig and the guys walking to school and heard them ask each other "Who's that emo kid"? I kept walking past them and straight to school. Like usual, many kids were hanging out in front of the school and Cartman's group was already at the fountain.

When I got home yesterday, my parents flipped. Dad was all like "Tweek, that's a bad way to get attention, son" and Mom was like "Honey, if you want to be a girl, I support you". It was a nightmare. Dad went crazy with the metaphors and Mom thought I wanted to be transgendered. Ugh.

In homeroom, I sat next to Kenny. He's my partner anyway, so might as well. He looked at me with wide eyes, looking me up and down. I knew he was staring at me (As well as the rest of the class besides Pip and Damien), but I was too nervous to look him in the eyes.

"Y-You look great, Tweek," Kenny managed to say.

I finally looked at him and replied, "You don't look bad yourself." God, I'm so lame. That's such a cliché line.

But Kenny chuckled and winked at me, making my cheeks heat up. He scooted his desk closer and played with the hair that was in my face. Well that was easy; I didn't even have to flirt first. Kenny moved his hand down lower to my thigh and I squeaked at the touch. Kenny chuckled again and said, "You're so cute."

I looked past Kenny and saw Craig eyeing Kenny evilly. I guess he figured out that I was that "emo kid". It was probably my squeak. He knows my squeaks very well. I just hope he doesn't kill Kenny. Like I said, he doesn't like anyone touching me.

I think this is the beginning of a huge war between Cartman's gang and Craig's gang.