Disclaimer: I do not own South Park.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Ugh," Craig reached around blindly for his phone, which was on his nightstand.
Beep. Bee-
"What the fuck do you want at 1 in the morning, Clyde?"
"Hey bro," Clyde's voice carried out through the phone. "I'm at Token's right now. Wanna come?"
"No, I want to sleep." Craig said, annoyed.
"Ah, but everyone's gonna be there! All the guys, some of the girls." Clyde added, practically begging.
Craig remained silent for a moment. "Everyone?"
"Everyone." Craig could practically hear Clyde's smirk. "You coming?"
"I guess. I'm not staying for long, though."
"Hey, he's coming!" Clyde said to someone, probably Token. "See you later bro."
The call ended. Craig rolled his eyes, then carried them to the unopened time capsule that lay on his dresser. The one that belonged to Tweek.
He then got up, placed his hat back on his head, and escaped through his window, making his way to Token's mansion, not before grabbing the small metal box that held Tweek's memories.
(sp)
"Craig!" Clyde ran up to one of his best friends, already drunk. "Dude, I'm so happy you're here. You don't even know."
"Yeah, I bet you are." Craig said sarcastically, pushing past the large teen. "Is everyone here like you said?"
"Yep. Everybody. Wanna go play beer pong? I was playing with Kenny, but he ran off somewhere."
"Not right now." Craig answered, trying to get away. "I've got to find someone."
"Who?" Clyde smiled lazily, drunk out of his mind. "Ah, man, I love you so much."
"None of your business. Go back inside before you hurt yourself."
Clyde happily left, but instead headed or the backyard.
Craig, however, was officially inside, and began looking for a head of wild blond hair.
Tweek had once told him that he hated crowds, so at parties he usually stuck to the outside, or where there wasn't a lot of people.
So, he headed to the least crowded areas, obviously. Inside was practically suffocating, so Craig managed to navigate his way out without touching a lot of people.
Cheers and shouts hit his ears, coming from a ping pong table that was occupied by Clyde, Stan, Cartman, and Jimmy. They were all wasted from what Craig could tell.
Craig looked away, continuing his search.
"Ah! No way man! Too much pressure!"
Craig flipped around back to the ping pong table, hearing the familiar, panic-filled voice for the first time in weeks.
"Come on, Tweek, you'd be great at it!" Clyde pleaded, his newest partner, Stan, already passed out.
"Uh, I don't know," Tweek pulled on his collar, not looking certain. "I've got to watch the shop tomorrow."
Craig stared at the teen for the first time in nearly two years, every word he was going to say getting drowned out.
He came back to reality when he realized Tweek had stopped twitching, and was looking back at him.
"I think I'm about to leave, Clyde." Tweek muttered, no longer staring at Craig.
"Your loss, man." Clyde began to look for another possible candidate when he spotted Craig. "Ah, Craig! Craig, get over here man!"
"The answer is still no." Craig answered, annoyed. "I'm about to go home anyway."
"Damn. Wait, is that Kenny? Kenny! Get back over here, let's finish what we started!"
"Fuck yeah!"
Craig slipped away in the direction Tweek had, which was back out into the driveway.
Almost immediately, he saw the wild, blond hair in the distance, and before he knew it, he was yelling.
"Tweek!"
It surprised both of them. Tweek turned around hesitantly, an odd expression on his face.
Craig, done reeling with the shock of what he just did, began to walk quickly towards him, his heart beating rapidly.
"What?"
Tweek's voice was neither happy nor mean. It was just a mix of shock and boredness, like he was already done with this conversation.
"Uh," Craig fought for the words. "I-I have something."
"Okay. And?" Tweek was impatient, twitching more than usual probably from irritation.
"It's yours." Craig spat out. "From fourth grade. We dug up the time capsule that we buried yesterday."
Tweek's expression softened a bit, but not a lot to make a difference.
"Here." Craig fumbled around in his pocket before pulling out the little box, handing it out quickly.
The blond eyed it before carefully grabbing it, making sure to not touch Craig's hand.
"Did you look?" Tweek asked, studying the box carefully.
"No." Craig answered quickly, making Tweek jump. "No, I didn't open it, if that's what you're asking."
Tweek nodded slowly. "Thanks."
With that, he walked away, leaving Craig alone in the darkness.
Feeling more alone and guilty than ever before, he headed back to his house, wishing he had taken his car after all.