Reviews, critiscism, ideas would be great I don't own South Park or Bewitched.. If I did i would be a multi-billionaire lol
Love, Sally
Tweek's POV:
OH MY GOD! I cant believe I told Craig! Mom and Dad have always told me to keep what I can do with my hands a secret.. It's kinda hard though.. I mean I'd ask you to try and find one kid in my situation who wouldn't use this sort of opportunity to their full advantage.. I mean I'd never think in a million years that someone like Craig Tucker would be interested in boring average little me... Only the truth is i'm not that boring or average at all.. I mean all I gotta do is click my fingers and I can be in Dubai within a millisecond.. I just feel real nervous for telling Craig about me.. What if he goes to the FBI? Oh my god they're gonna get me! Can't deal with the pressure!
I wake up as usual at 6:30AM.. It take's me about 5 minutes to get dressed. Believe me even if you've got supernatural powers buttoning shirts is still a real boner..
I brush my hair and summon a breakfast out of thin air... It's only in my one moment of complete alacrity that I realise my cell phone is vibrating.. I look to the caller ID and sure enough: Craig Tucker is spelt out in big bold letters.. "H-Hello?" I answer nervously.. "Hey hon, its me Craig.. How you doing?" He asks... "Uhh, I-i'm Ok I guess." I answer honestly...
"Well I'm gonna come pick you up Tweekers.. I'll be about 20 minutes." He says matter of factly.. I kinda have a mini freakout because I look kind of crap right now.. And when someone is interested in you, you gotta look the part right?.. "Umm. o-okay Craig!AUGH! See you in a bit." I mumble.. I put down the phone and look in the mirror.. Dark circles, messy towy hair and my clothes are real unflattering.. I looked in a magazine at Justin Bieber... Yeah those clothes are kinda nice... I snap my opposable thumb and forefinger together and before my eyes I'm draped in Armani couture. "Niice!" I say aloud..
I decide to sort my hair out too.. I again click my fingers and before my eyes my hair looks perfectly straightened like how Wendy Testaburger and Bebe Stevens style their hair... "Haha! C-craig's gonna love this." I say aloud.. I quickly tidy up the breakfast things and put Mom's fashion magazine away.. If anyone knew I'd taken style tips from JB i would never hear the end of it. I dont wanna be compared to Bieber! He's a real nasty guy! GAH!
I hear the door knocking and I can only assume it's the noirette in question.. I open the door to see Craig standing there.. He looks slightly different.. I can smell cologne and can sense the whole making effort thing. Damn i must look real regular. "H-hi craig!" I say a little too loudly.. I should just let mortals drink coffee but hey we all need one vice.
"Well what have we got here?" He asks, a big grin on his face.
"I just thought I'd try something new.." I say with as much honesty as i can care to admit..
"Tweek you cant go to school looking like a hot 10.. Mr Garrison will have a heart attack." Craig says, which I know is true...
I'm kinda the guy Mr Garrison always references to the other kids.. One of his favourites is "Do your schoolwork children or you'll end up looking as exhausted and worn out as Tweek."
Its not that I hate Mr Garrison he's just kinda douche...
I can see what Craig mines and all i do is snap my fingers and I'm back to normal.. If you can count normal as looking as though I've been dragged through a bush..
"See! I think you look nice like that anyway." Craig says..
I copy his habit and raise my middle finger to him, something which only makes him laugh...
"Shit dude we're gonna be late for school!" Craig cries out, god have we really been talking to each other for 40 minutes?
"Tweekers we gotta run dude.. We're gonna be in detention otherwise.." He rambles, trying to catch my attention..
"C-craig take my hand.." I offer my hand out to him..
"Umm babe I like you alot but if Cartman sees us holding hands.. Nuf said." He replies dully..
I grab his hand and using my other hand I snap my fingers together, and hey presto we're stood outside school..
"Okaay.. I would have preferred to walk but your the witch guy thing." Craig says with a lack of enthusiasm...
I just wanna get to class.. I mean I might not need to know how the world works but I want to be at least somewhat intelligent..
I can just tell this week is gonna be crazy! I mean what if Obama sends his spies after me?! WAY TOO MUCH PRESSURE MAN!
And the Me + Craig situation... I'm not even gonna go there..
A:N/ Well i added a tiny bit of comedic value... Hope you guys are enjoying this story..
Review, Constructive Criticism and any viewer ideas would be great.
BTW - Linda Stoch's nosiness could just about ruin everything? What is in the pipeline for Butters' Mom now? Read and find out
Love,
Sally