ReallyreallyREALLY short chapter, I'm so sorry. ;-; But the next one is longer, I'm working on it as we speak -- err, as I type -- but you get the picture. So, I hope this little chapter will keep you content untill I deliver the next one.
I also wanted to use this chance to give a thank you to imjustagirl0077, for having reviewed on both chapters of this story, hugs to you :)!
Disclaimer: Yadayadayada, South Park belongs to Matt Stone and Trey Parker. I wouldn't be spending my time creating poorly-written fanfiction if it was mine, would I?
Mrs. Cartman told Tweek his clothes were dry and he kindly thanked her for everything and went to put his clothes on, which he noticed were washed and ironed as well.
Tweek went back to the kitchen to say goodbye to Cartman, but saw he was already in the hall, fully equipped with a coat, gloves and his hat, followed by Kenny.
"C-Cartman?" Tweek began nervously. "I – ngh… – just wanted to thank you for letting me stay here…"
Cartman shrugged. "Thank my mehm. I would've kicked your ass out if she wouldnt've asked if you were staying over."
"Oh…"
"Mmp mmph!" (Come on!) Kenny called from outside. Cartman and Tweek both left the house, Tweek walking in one direction, Cartman in the other, with Kenny.
"Mmph, mh mp!" (Tweek, wait up!)
Tweek turned – well, jumped – around, followed by a twitch.
"Ngh! Y-yes?"
"Mm mph mnph mm mpm mphh?" (Do you want to come with us?) Kenny asked; which resulted in Cartman smacking him in the head yet again. Cartman lowered his voice slightly, but it remained loud enough for Tweek to flawlessly understand him.
"AY! What the fuck do you think you're doing, Kenneh?!"
"Mmphmmph mph mphmph." (Inviting him along.)
Kenny walked over to Tweek and dragged him along, leaving Cartman dumbfounded and annoyed.
"KENNAY! You can't do this to meh! I am seriously! Kenneh!" He went on for a while, then decided to give up and followed Tweek and Kenny as fast as he could. He smacked Kenny against the back of his head again and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his red coat. "I hate you, Kenneh."
"Mmph mph." (Fuck you) Kenny replied casually.
"Ergh, h-hate to interrupt the loathing, but – ngh – where are we going?" Tweek asked.
"Mnph's mmph." (Stark's Pond.)
"O-okay…"
"God, Tweek, stop stuttering you little freak."
"Argh! I'm sorry! I c-can't help it." He said, shielding his head, afraid Cartman would hit him too.
"Then SHUT UP, twitch-boy!"
"Okay…"
A long silence fell, which was creeping Tweek out, so risking a beating by Cartman, he decided to just go and break it. "It was really nice of your mom to let me s-stay and eat breakfast and dried my clothes and everything…"
"Mph, mph mmph mphmmm's mph, mph?" (So, you like Cartman's mom, huh?)
"I guess s-so…" Tweek said, somewhat unsure what Kenny completely meant, especially since he started laughing.
"Mphmmm's mph's mnphnph mnmph." (Cartman's mom's easy enough.) he blurted out.
"AY! ARE YOU CALLING MY MOM A WHORE, YOU POOR SON OF A BITCH?!"
"Mmnmph mph." (Ofcourse not.) He replied sarcastically. Cartman glared at him, but decided not to act out on it any further.
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Once arrived at Stark's Pond, they saw Kyle sitting on a tree trunk by himself.
"Hey guys – oh, hey Tweek," Tweek twitched with hearing his name. "I didn't know you were coming too."
"Neither did I." he quietly replied.
"Well it's all Kenneh's fault Twitchy's here, Jew. Now I'm stuck with him even longer."
Kyle looked confused for a moment, but decided it was easier to just let it go. Tweek shivered, his clothes might be clean and dry, but they still weren't right for the cold South Park winters, which Kyle took notice of.
"Are you cold, Tweek? Do you want to stop by your house to pick up a coat or something?"
"No thanks, I'd rather listen to my parents' endlessly c-continuing interview about where I was last night later…"
"Alright, then."
"Come on, Kahl, let's go already!" Cartman impatiently sneered at him.
"But Stan isn't here yet!" he protested.
"Aww, does the little Jew-boy miss his boyfriend?"
"Shut your fucking mouth, Cartman!" he shouted back at him, then turned to Tweek and Kenny. "Let's go pick Stan up at his house. If he left already we'll run into him on his way over here."
Kenny shrugged and said "Mph." (Sure.) Tweek merely gave a nervous nod to show his approval to Kyle's suggestion.
C'est fini. For chapter three that is. Hope you enjoyed it, even if it was sinfully short. I'M SORRY, DON'T HURT MEEEE!
