Warning: There are some homophobic remarks, like faggot.

Friday came way too soon for Tweek. Craig had been giving him rides to work nearly every day for the last few weeks. They always met at Tweek's locker a few minutes after the bell rang. Tweek stood by his locker, his grip on his backpack's shoulder strap was getting tighter with every second that Craig didn't show up. The halls were empty, and Tweek was going to be late for work if he waited any longer, but he needed to see Craig.

Shortly after the final bell rang...

Craig made his way to Tweek's locker, so he could give him a ride. Even though the rides were brief, since his work was only a block away from school, they both seemed to enjoy the car rides together. Craig quickly noticed that Tweek was always smiling when he was with him. Whenever he would see the blonde at lunch, he was usually sitting in the back of the cafeteria, looking miserable.

"Craig, wait up!" Called out Clyde. Craig stopped, glancing over his shoulder.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Coach...wants...to...see...you." Clyde said, while leaning over with his hands on his knees.

"Why?" Craig asked.

"I dunno...he just...does." Clyde said.

"Ugh." Craig groaned. "Alright." He sprinted down the hall towards the gym to find his coach.

Clyde stood up and placed his hands on his hips. "Perfect." He mumbled as he made his way down the halls. He saw Tweek standing next to his locker, he was the only other person in the hall. "Hey there, you're Tweek right?" Clyde asked.

The blonde looked up, his emerald eyes were darting around. They always were. "Y-yeah." Tweek said, taking a few steps back to distance himself from Clyde.

"Craig told me to get you. He's outside. Follow me." Clyde said, gesturing Tweek to follow him. The jittery blonde followed him, they walked around to the side of the school. "Where's C-craig?" Tweek asked, when he saw no one there.

Clyde grabbed Tweek by the collar and pushed him against the brick wall. "You little faggot. Do you really think people are stupid enough to not notice that you've got feelings for Craig." Tweek felt his heart pound against his chest. Bad thoughts inundated inside his head. The one he couldn't stop thinking though was, Did Craig him send him here?

Clyde punched Tweek hard in the stomach. Tweek wrapped his arms around himself as he slumped down. "Mmmff." He groaned. Clyde snatched him up by the collar, then tossed him down onto the ground like a rag doll. "I should have seen it coming sooner, you being a freak and all. Freak the Faggot. Fits nicely doesn't it?" Clyde said.

Tweek sat up slowly, breathless. He got back on his feet, pain stabbed him the stomach as he did. "I'm...n-not...a...freak." Tweek said. Tweek's defiance caught Clyde off guard, so he rushed over towards the already weak boy and punched him in the face. Tweek fell to the ground, again, there was a faint buzz in his ears, but he still forced himself to get up. Blood was gushing from his nose, and dripped onto his shirt. Clyde let out an almost animal like growl as he struck Tweek again. The blonde fell down again, and Clyde rushed over towards him, kicking him repeatedly kicking him the abdomen.

Tweek laid in the grass, that was now stained with blood. Everything burned and his vision was getting blurrier with every second.

"Get up now! C'mon Freak! Get up, I dare you!" Clyde yelled, but it was muffled by the ringing in Tweek's ears. Clyde let out one final blow to Tweek's stomach before turning around and walking away.


Clyde sprinted into the gym, with just a minute to spare. Craig stormed over to him, hitting him the chest. "What gives man?" Craig said.

Clyde smiled. "Oh, guess coach didn't want to see you." Clyde smirked.

Craig extended his hand, flipping Clyde off. Hopefully the blonde got to work and wasn't mad at Craig for showing him up. As soon as practice was over, Craig sent Tweek a text, apologizing for being unable drive him to work. Clyde winced as he poured cold water over his knuckles. Craig looked up, "What's wrong?" He asked.

"Uh, Bebe was talking to some freshman fuckboy and in response to that, I punched the wall." Clyde said hesitantly. Craig and Token laughed.

"Good job." Craig said. He shoved his phone into his pocket, swung his bags over his shoulders and walked out. Once he made it out the locker room, he upped his pace. He tossed his things into the back of his truck and hoped in the driver's seat, starting his sputtering car, and driving to Tweak Bros. He parked and rushed over to the large window. He scanned the inside, but didn't see Tweek. There was a girl sitting in there though. Craig walked inside, and over to the counter.

"Hello, I'm looking for a guy named Tweek. He works here." Craig said, his foot tapping repeatedly. He was getting anxious; whenever he's anxious he taps his foot incessantly.

The girl looked up from her magazine with an apathetic expression. "He didn't come into work today. Something happened to him, I guess." She said with a shrug.

"What do you mean 'something happened'?" Craig asked. His navy blue eyes willing with rage and confusion.

She let out an over exaggerated sigh. "He was twenty minutes late, so I texted him. It took him nearly thirty minutes to reply, and when he did, all he said was, 'Can't come in today.' I asked him why he said 'Something happened' Happy now, guy?" She asked.

Craig's foot tapping made its way up to his fingers as he tapped his fingers against the counter. "Where could I find Tweek?" He asked. The girl stared at him for a brief moment, saying nothing but her eyes looked like they were searching for something in Craig.

"You're that little friend of Tweek's, right?" She grinned.

"Y-yeah." Craig said.

She snickered. "He talks a lot about you. It's kinda sweet." Craig's lips curled upwards at the comment. "Here's his address." She said while scribbling something down. "But I need you to promise me something." She said, before handing it to him.

"What?" Craig asked.

"Promise you'll be there for Tweek. He can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he's sweet, and he needs good people to be in his life." Craig nodded, she handed him the paper, and he got back in his old pickup.


Tweek awoke outside in a dazed state. There was a stabbing pain everywhere in his body, and he forced himself to get to his feet. He grabbed his bag which was a good five feet away from him. He limped his way back home, and up to his bedroom. He fell onto his bed. Dried blood was all over him, on his face, his shirt, his pants. Once he laid down, he lost all his energy and couldn't even remove his blood stained shirt. He tried shrugging his bag off his back, but things began to fall out. Tweek sighed and grabbed his phone from the pile of papers. He turned it on and saw multiple texts. He noticed the one from Tory and replied to her. After he pressed send, he tossed his phone behind him and tried to fall asleep.

Tweek awoke later and he saw his mother placing a plate of food onto his nightstand. "Oh, you're awake." Mrs. Tweak said with a smile. "Tory told us you never came into your shift, so I left to check on you. I saw you were all beat up, so I thought I bring your dinner up to you."

Tweek noticed the pills she set next to his plate. "Do you wanna talk about what happened?" She asked. Tweek shook his head. Her lips thinned while she shook her head. "Okay Tweek." She said, turning and walking out the room, closing his door behind him. Most parents would have demanded to know what happened. They would have done more. If Tory had never told them about him not coming in, they wouldn't have even thought about him. Tweek's eyes began to water. "Agh!" He screamed, knocking his plate off the nightstand and onto the ground. He snatched the pills and threw them at the door.

"I hate you so much!" Tweek screamed into his pillow, then he laid there, his chest heaving after his outburst. His body still aching, and his floor was a mess. She'll clean it up. And not ask any questions about it either. Tears streamed down Tweek's bruised face.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tweek sat up and looked at his window. He crawled over to it and moved the curtains back. It was Craig, standing in his backyard. Tweek opened his window. "C-craig? What are y-you doing h-here?" Tweek asked.

"Tory said something happened to you, and I couldn't find you, so I thought I'd stop by and check on you." Craig said, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. Tweek smiled. Maybe he didn't have Clyde beat me up. "Wait a second." Tweek said. He walked past the food on his floor and tiptoed downstairs. He looked around for his mother, who was walking towards the front door. "Damn kid, won't tell me what happened, but wants to have a temper tantrum." She mumbled as she walked out of the house. Tweek glared at her and walked over to the back screen door. He slid it open and let Craig in.

"Oh my god." Craig said, covering his mouth with his hand when he saw Tweek. "What happened to you? Who did this?" Craig asked, placing a hand on Tweek's face. He must have not realized he did it, because he quickly took his hand off Tweek, but he missed the touch.

"I-I...someone at our s-school did it." Tweek said softly.

"Who?" Craig's voice was low and full of rage.

"I-I don't know." Tweek lied.

Craig's balled his hands up into fists. "I'll find them, and I'll-"

"Don't worry about it, Craig. It's o-over." Tweek said.

Craig nodded, then wrapped his arms around the blonde. "Do your parents know about this?" Craig asked.

"Yeah, but like everything else wrong with me, they don't really care." Tweek said.

"What do you mean?" Craig asked.

Tweek untangled himself from Craig's arms, and took a seat on the couch. He kept his gaze lowered. "I-I've always been c-considered the f-freak." Tweek said with a sniffle. "Even by my parents." Craig walked slowly over to Tweek. "I was a-an accident. A child was the l-last thing t-they wanted. Most of my childhood, I was either alone or in their stupid coffee shop, even t-though I-I love the coffee." Tweek said with a weak smile. Craig extended his arm and opened his mouth, as if to say something, but quickly closed it and let Tweek continue. "Elementary school was hard for me. I had no f-friends, and people messed w-with constantly. The school brought m-my "problems" to my parents a-attention. The school suggested therapy, and the t-therapist s-suggested taking m-medication. It was only s-supposed to be t-temporary. Gah!" Tweek let out a sob and some tears. "For the last s-six years of m-my life, I-i've been forced to take meds. My parents t-think that's enough. Just g-giving me drugs to help with a-all my f-fucking problems!" Tweek yelled. Craig finally made his way from the door over to Tweek. He sat down next to him and put his hand on Tweek's back.

"Tory made me promise that I would be there for you. I didn't really get why she told me that, but now I do. You've got all this shit going on and you just feel overwhelmed, right?" Craig said. Tweek nodded, then he sat back and placed his head on Craig's shoulder. The blonde found solace in Craig, and he liked how he always made him feel normal, like his problems vanished whenever he was with him. "Are you free t-tomorrow?" Tweek asked nonchalantly. There wasn't a bit of nervousness in his body.

"Yeah, why?" Craig asked.

"I w-wanna see a movie." Tweek said, glancing up into Craig's navy blue eyes.

"I think you should rest. You've got bruises all over."

"I'll be fine." Tweek said.

Craig chuckled, "Trust me, tomorrow you'll be sore."

Tweek closed his eyes, his mind was entranced by the smooth rhythm of Craig's heart beat. Craig looked down at the blonde that had fallen asleep in his arms. "Tweekers, I'm gonna keep my promise, okay? I'll always be there when you need me, and I'm sorry that I wasn't there when you probably needed me. I swear I'll give the guy who did this a beating twice as bad." Craig said softly. It was getting late, and his parents would be on his case if he stayed out late without letting them know. Craig sighed and moved Tweek off him as carefully as possible. He picked him up bridal style and carried him to his bedroom. He set the blonde down on his bed, and pulled his blanket over him. "Night, Tweekers." Craig said with a smile. He turned off his light, almost stepped in some food and broken glass, and left. He got in his pickup, and noticed a car pulling into Tweek's driveway. "Must be his parents." Craig mumbled as he drove off.

Mrs. and Mr. Tweak walked inside their house. Mr. Tweak noticed the screen door was cracked open. They looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces. "You don't think he ran away, do you?" Mrs. Tweak asked. "I don't know." They rushed upstairs and found their son, asleep in his bed. Mrs. Tweak smiled and cleaned up the plate he knocked onto the ground. Mr. Tweak observed the pills that were next to the door. "He didn't take the painkillers?" He said, picking them up. "I hope he doesn't have a rebellious phase."

Mrs. Tweak agreed. "Remember before he started taking meds, he was so much worse." She said.

"Yeah, they help him more than he knows." Mr. Tweak said.

Mrs. Tweak chuckled. "I wonder if a person could help him more. Maybe if he got a girlfriend." They looked at each other and laughed as they made their way out of Tweek's room.


This one's a little longer than the other's. Eh oh well. Thank you to those who have been sending me reviews, you're appreciated, don't worry. Send in suggestions and I'll try to work them into my chapters, or if they're good enough, make them into a chapter of their own. I have no idea how long this story will be maybe 8 or 9 chapters, but that's just an estimate. Please review on this chapter with your thoughts, they really help me. On a random note, I bought this awesome Rick and Morty T-shirt. -AV7