Chapter 6: Mystery Guy
Warning: sexual harassment and suggestive languages/contents!
No one's point of view
"One time on Instagram, I saw Tweek wears an oversized sweater and thigh-high boots, so I wear an oversized sweater and thigh-high boots," said a girl with curly red hair and freckles who is wearing a baby-blue oversized sweater, galaxy leggings, and metallic purple thigh-high boots.
"I heard that Tweek broke up with Craig, so I broke up with Clyde," Lisa Berger stated.
"Tweek looks so gorgeous! My brother, Craig, is an idiotic fuckboy for letting him go over a Buddha box," commented Tricia to Karen.
"True and he made cupcakes and fruit arrangements for me and my brother on Valentine's Day," she tells Tricia.
"I want to know what's his secret for his body and skin," inquired Islah, squealing with Teresa.
"Tweek is so thoughtful for giving me a fruit arrangement and these sugar-free cupcakes on Valentine's Day," grinned Scott.
"I saw Tweek k-kills the a-a-audition with Ariana G-G-Grande's 'Thank You, N-N-N-Next'," stammered Jimmy, flashing his signature smile.
"I can't believe Tweek turns out better without Craig ever since Cartman started the 'Buddha box,'" Stan tells his super best friend, Kyle.
"Come to think of it, Tweek becomes a different person. He is breaking the ice to become a social butterfly who can stand on his own two feet," Kyle pointed out.
"He even made these Valentine's Day gifts for all of us. Except for Cartman for obvious reason! Aka Valentine's Day ruiner!" Kenny points at Cartman who is still in the Buddha box. Yep, Cartman is the one who fucked up Valentine's Day for everybody else.
"Agree," Token nods his head, "I got to hand it to Tweek because he did save Valentine's Day with these cupcakes and fruit arrangements he made. Thanks to him, I get to share them with Nichole. Aside from that, he takes care of us when our parents didn't give a damn about us at all."
"Hey fellas, guess what? Tweek made it to the cheer squad!" Butters addresses the news to the gang.
"What?! How do you know about Tweek's in the cheer squad?!" Stan inquires at the news of one of his friends in the cheer squad.
"I overheard Tweek's conversation with Heidi that he found his name on the list to see who made the cheer team," Butters notifies the gang.
Cartman lets out his usual pestering snickers, "Tweek's in cheerleading?! Gay! Cheerleading is for chicks! And here Tweek is now awesome and kewl! In anyone's dreams!"
"Look who's talking!" Kyle confronts his fat, manipulative, selfish, and insufferable frenemy. He remembers the shenanigans Cartman pulled in the past involving cross-dressing, "At least Tweek knows how to get his shits together unlike certain somebodies."
Token scowls at the chubby bigot called his classmate and "friend." Thanks to him, his parents and two of his friends completely didn't pay him attention. The only people he can turn to are Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Butters, Jimmy, David, and Tweek. Additionally, Tweek must assume and take on the role of a mother figure to the boys, Tricia, Ike, Dougie, and Karen when all of their parents do is being on their Buddha boxes 24/7.
"Yeah nice one, fatass!" he muttered out to Cartman.
"Whatever Kahl. Screw you guys, I'm going to where I can't be bothered by you making my anxiety worst!" Cartman walks away from Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Butters to go someplace else to deal with his "anxiety." They all roll their eyes at Cartman out of vexation.
"Hey guys," the five boys turn around to see Tweek who is wearing a pink chiffon short dress wrapped in a lavender ribbon, mauve sweater, and lavender ballet flats.
"Tweek, congratulation on making it to the cheer squad!" Butters claps for Tweek who is blushing.
"Oh, it's no big deal," Tweek softly smiles at Butters.
"Tweek, I want you to say thank you for the gifts you made on Valentine's Day," appreciated Kyle. "And I'm sorry about Craig, Cartman, and Buddha box."
"Same here," interjected Stan, "I saw you walking in the rain after you deliver these gifts at my door. Are you okay?"
"Hey, no problem. Kyle, I'm sorry how you put up with him the whole time," Tweek reassures Kyle as his smile saddens slightly at the mention of Craig, "I'm done with Cartman's bullshits. And Stan, of course, I'm okay."
"Eh, you and I are on the same boat when it comes to him," Kyle shrugged it off.
"Same here," Token included.
"Tweek, you look divine today," Kenny takes and kisses Tweek's hand, wiggling his eyebrows at him. As a bonus, he leans and embraces close to him to smell him, "My, my, Tweek, did you fell down from heaven because you look and smell like an angel."
"Thanks?" Tweek is stunned and flustered at Kenny's flattery. Should he be fancied by him? He looks at Stan and Kyle who are cringing at Kenny's "tangible" flirting and Butters in a weird look, "Umm... I should go because I need to go grab something in my locker."
As Tweek leaves, Stan nudges his orange parka friend on the arm, "Dude, what the hell did you do?! You make Tweek fucking uncomfortable!"
"Oh god," Token facepalms at Kenny's evident attempt to toy with Tweek, "I hope Tweek is okay, so I better go check up on him."
"Yeah Kenny, there is no way you can make a move on Tweek," suggested Kyle, "Besides, 'did you fell down from heaven because you look and smell like an angel' is really cheesy as fuck and getting old really fast. Second, don't treat Tweek like an object!"
"I mean you will face the wrath and lifetime of ass-beatings from Craig for trying to get Tweek in your pant, Kenny," added Butters. Even the innocent Butters knows what he is talking. Say to the boy who shows off his weiner to everybody at school during the 'Skankhunt' episode. He even the biggest weiner by 2.4 inches.
"Hey! Tweek broke up with Craig because of the fatass with his Buddha box and his anxiety bullshits, so technically he's single and free. So technically, Tweek isn't Craig's anymore," Kenny backs off, putting his hands up in the air in protest.
Tweek's point of view
I can't believe Kenny of all people! Fucking Kenny! He has the balls to woo me like every other guy! Ugh, Boys and men these days! All they want from me is to fulfill their sick desires and fantasies! They see me as just a fucking pretty face! I remembered one time some douchebag hitting on me at the gym; I hear a conversation between two guys about me in the locker room.
~Flashback at the gym's locker room~
"Check it out on the blonde cutie, bro!"
"Damn bro, he got this juicy, sweet ass!"
"I want to grind and bang on that peach of his!"
"I want to ride him until I make him moan and scream louder!"
~Flashback ends~
I shake these horrible thoughts and images off of my mind. Thank you next, boys and guys! I twist and turn the combination lock to open my locker and get my stuff for my class. A fresh bouquet of pink, white, red, and purple roses falls out of my lap along with a piece of paper written in black ink cursive. Who put them in my locker? I unfold the letter to read them.
Tweekie,
Your eyes shimmer like the Aurora Borealis
Or the forest at dawn
Your hair is the light to my shadows
Your smile as warm as the sun to my moon
Your voice and laughter, music to my ears
Melts my heart to make a rhythm
Your lips are what I miss touching against mine
You're the person I want to give my heart to
The person I want to protect against bad things
The person I want to hold in the street
Kiss in the rain or anywhere else
The person I love eternally
Your curves and edges
Even if you're crying, I can't resist the beauty of yours
Your beauty is deeper than the cosmos or any galaxies
The person I want to call you mine
My darling, sweetheart, and everything
~ Secret Admirer
I find it sweet and charming of someone being a gentleman to brought me flowers and write me a love letter or poem. Unlike these disgusting, condescending, and arrogant pricks. They think they can take me for a fool to get down and dirty and left me in the dirt. I don't fucking think so! Especially you, Craig and Kenny! Too bad it is from a secret admirer.
"Hey Tweek, I'm sorry about Kenny," Token comes up to me.
"It's okay," I turn to him and walk with him to class.
"Congratulation on being in the cheer team, Tweek."
"No problem, Token. I'll cheer for you, Jason, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny."
No one's point of view
Unbeknownst to Tweek, someone is watching over him: a boy in a blue hat with a yellow puffball on top of his head, blue jacket, black pant, and black sneakers.
~ Time Skips (lunchtime!) ~
"Oh la la Tweekie! Look like you got yourself a secret admirer!" Bebe cooed at me as I give her the letter or poem. She then passes it onto Wendy and to Heidi.
"Hmm... who could he be?" Heidi examines the letter or poem and bouquet of roses, "It can't be Kenny because I know he can't afford this bouquet of roses at a fancy French flower shop." Oh, I forgot to mention how I told Heidi about Kenny's attempt to ruffle my feathers with his 'sexual advances'.
"First, you rock the talent show audition and cheerleading tryout and now you score yourself a cute secret admirer!" cheered Bebe in a singsong voice. Wow, I always thought Clyde is the only person who's an extra to annoy the crap out of everybody.
"How do you know?" I asked Bebe.
"Heidi showed me and Nichole the video of you at the tryout! I never knew you got some moves! You should be confident in yourself!"
"Since you're new in the cheer team, here's what we do in this team," Wendy instructed me, "We have cheer practices on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school at 3:30 pm until 4:45 pm. Usually, there are games on Fridays. We sometimes have cheer competitions and pep rallies on certain days and times."
"For the cheer uniform, you can wear a shirt and shorts or skirt," Heidi informs me, "I have a cheer bow I can give to you for your hair."
"I choose to wear a skirt and I don't give a damn about everybody's bullshits, so fuck all of them!" I said. Bitch please, the new Tweek is already slaying outfits of the days, talent show audition, and the cheerleading tryout; I make it on this team because I work my ass off on it. I even save Valentine's Day from being shitted on or fucked up thanks to this fat weasel!
*insert DJ horn sound effect*
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Damn Tweekie, since when you're savage as fuck!" Bebe, Heidi, and I high-five each other.
I nod at Wendy. Cheerleading practices are on Tuesdays and Thursdays and cheering at games is usually on Fridays. At least I don't have to go work at my parent's coffee shop. In fact, if my parents aren't here in the coffee shop, then I've been in the coffee shop for nothing! For nothing! Hey, I have to work in this shop to help my-fucking-self! I'm acting like a single housewife and mother to them when their parents only give a shit that fucking thing over their own children.
Meanwhile, I'm still focused on the roses and love letter or poem. Who could've sent them to me? Sure, I am flattered by them, but should I find another guy or stay single? I don't want to be hurt in the process the way he devastates me. Heck, I'm over being toyed around in the name of love.
My first real break up with him is in a superhero game over the franchise plans between two sides: Coon and Friends and Freedom Pals. Sure, we have petty arguments at the beginning of this division. If wasn't for my dad, we never end up making up and working together as a team at Mr. Mackey's couple counseling by defeating the therapy kids. I eventually realize the mess made by Cartman. Gah! Here goes the 'Cartman show!' Fool me once, shame on me. This time, I'm not going to be fooled twice because of him, him, and them!
Craig's point of view
I'll be damned if Tweek broke up with me! I thought that spending times on the Buddha box is worthwhile for myself on my phone. To be honest, Tweek had been suffocating me with his constant needs and wants.
~ Flashback~
"Don't you wish you had more quality one on one time with your phone" Cartman persuaded me.
"On my phone?"
"I see it in you, Craig. With your parents and relationships? Imagine being able to shut them out for a little while, Craig, so you can focus on what matters. With Buddha Box, you can cut out all the unwanted noise. Not have to deal with conversations that are of no interest to you."
I sighed as I explain to him about my relationship problem with Tweek before he interrupts me by putting his Buddha box back on, "Well, I have to admit: sometimes, when me and Tweek are together it's... it's like he wants my attention."
~ Flashback ends~
Having some alone time for myself on my phone is satisfying. Scratch that, was satisfying. The freedom from my time on my phone recently wears me down. I feel sluggish and grouchy from not getting enough sleep; I get after-school detentions for being late to school (Like I care about going to school). My head hurts as fucking hell that I can't concentrate on anything. It is my fault for neglecting Stripes! Worst of all, it's awfully too quiet and boring. Something or someone is missing in my life: Tweek.
I haven't talked to him for who knows how many days, weeks, or months. From what I heard from Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Token, Jimmy, Butters and my own sister, Tricia, I never knew what Cartman's Buddha box idea do to my Tweekie. He is now relaxed, self-reliable, and confident. I get to see his lovable smile. Hearing his cute laughter gives me butterflies in my stomach to let out a sigh. He looks like a precious doll or angel in girls' clothing and makeups. I saw what Kenny did to Tweek with his kiss on the hand, eyebrow wiggling, taking him close to whiff him, and lame pickup-line. I'm going to beat the shit out of him for it! I mean if I saw Tweek in tight skirts, dresses, and pants, then I would be turned on! I enjoy the view of his ass! His ass is voluptuously large and perky that I, myself, want to touch or have on my lap! Yep. I, Craig Tucker, am an ass man for my Tweekie.
It's not like I steal one of the cupcakes (made by Tweek) from Tricia on Valentine's Day. Or how I check him out on Instagram and start liking his pictures. Or the fact I'm the one who knows the code to his locker to put the bouquet of roses brought from a French flower shop and love letter or poem I wrote for him. Do I miss him? Did I make a mistake of letting him go so easily?
Who am I kidding? Without Tweek on my side, I feel somewhat both guilty and empty. My universe is nothing than the stars and sun. I need Tweek! I want him back!
Author's note: I put throwbacks on the previous episodes and seasons of South Park and the video game, The Fractured But Whole. I also did a reference to one of the scenes from the movie, Mean Girls.
Outfit #1 (Princess of Instagram): tan oversized choker sweater, white shorts, white fishnet stockings, and burgundy brown thigh-high boots with a plain white over the knee socks, two gold hair ties (Tweek's hair is styled in two messy buns), white corset belt, white-gold butterfly bracelet, and white pearl chain bracelet.
Makeup #1 (Princess of Instagram): Rust lipstick, Sienna and Rustic eyeshadows (natural), and Incandescence highlighter
Outfit #2 (New Romantic): pink chiffon short dress wrapped in a lavender ribbon, mauve sweater, and lavender ballet flats with pink and mint hair bow clips, star choker, silver angel wings necklace, and pastel pony bead bracelet.
Makeup #2 (New Romantic): Dusty Mauve lipstick, Buon Fresco and Love Letter eyeshadows (classic), and Opulence highlighter
Fragrance #2: Heavenly Fragrance Mist
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Stila
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Victoria's Secret
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