South Park, Fan fiction

Chapter 1, part 8

Tweek Tweak had left home on Monday morning, hoping for a regular day, but of course, in his life, no day was just 'regular'.

During the half hour recess, Tveen, Stan, Kyle, Eric and Kenny sat in front of their lockers, just hanging out.

Kyle had a book in his hands and seemed to be very intrigued by it and Stan was lost in his world safely guarded by his headphones. But, on the other hand, the remaining three were very bored and just sat there staring at each other. To make things interesting, Kenny tried to kiss Tveen, only to be pushed away every time. Though in the end, Cartman was the one to 'brighten' everything up.

The large brunette shot quick glances to his friends before exaggeratedly sighing.

"Guys, I'm bored." He whined and grumbled, but no response.

"But Guuuuyyyssss." He went on, but again, no response.

He turned to his boyfriend, whose eyes were still calmly fixed on the text. He was wearing his large framed glasses and licked his finger every time he was to turn the page.

Cartman's face heated up. He always thought that the Jew looked very sexy with glasses; he thought it gave him this lustful nerd look.

"Kahllll, I'm bored." He purred into the redhead's ear.

"Well then do something about it." Kyle said without even tearing his eyes from the novel.

Bad choice of words, Kyle...

Cartman groaned in annoyance and let his gaze drop to the floor with a pout on his lips.

Stan and Kyle might not have seen it, but Tveen and Kenny had. That devious grin that appeared on the brunette's face was only the warning of an evil idea.

Cartman's head shot back to his boyfriend, who still ignored him and kept reading. Cartman's smile widened as he fully stuck out his tongue and ran it all the way from Kyle's jaw to his cheekbone.

"CARTMAN! WHAT THE FUCK?" The Jew yelled as he wildly wiped his cheek with his sleeve.

Kyle glared at Tveen and Kenny who automatically stopped laughing hysterically. The redhead also gave a dirty look to the fat boy but that had no affect on the lustful grin plastered on his lips.

"Kahl...?" Cartman teased.

"What?" Kyle hissed and grabbed the front of Eric's shirt, looking like he was ready to punch him.

God, he was so hot, Cartman thought.

For a second, Cartman looked down at the floor and his smile disappeared. He looked back up to Kyle with big round shiny eyes and the sweetest most sheepish smile in the world that, no doubt, would melt the heart of the bitterest of Jews.

"I love you." Cartman stated simply, right before Kyle let go if his shirt.

The redhead's lips parted in shock and just stared at his brunette with wide eyes as his slender fingers settled on his lap.

"I-I love you too, Cartman." He whispered.

Cartman gave his boyfriend a court nod and then turned back to the girl and the blonde.

"Oh and Kahl..." He added, as if he forgot something.

"Hmm?" Kyle was having trouble with words at the moment, so technically that's all that would come out of his mouth.

"You know what I love more than you?" He asked the sweet smile disappearing and being replaced by a very tempting tone.

"What?" Kyle answered, noticing the slight change of emotion.

Cartman grabbed the redhead from both wrists in a flash and before he knew it, Kyle was sitting in his boyfriend's lap.

"That sweet ass of yours..." He purred into his ear.

By now, even Stan was watching the scene intently, waiting to see what would happen next.

"What the f-..." Stan whispered when the three friends saw Kyle smile appreciatively to Eric.

Eric's eyebrows shot up, as he too became confused.

Kyle just cupped the large boy's cheeks with both hands and planted a gentle soft kiss on his lips.

"You just had to ruin it." He mumbled and went back to his book.

The group enjoyed a few more moments of quiet before they heard a very familiar and annoying voice start to speak.

"Um, listen boys, I don't want any public display of affection, m'kay?"

The group looked up to a very aged and tired Mr. Mackey who stood right above them.

Before Eric could yell at him, another nasally voice was heard from across the hall.

"Hey Mackey!"

Both the counsellor and the teens to see Craig Tucker leaned against a locker flipping off the middle aged man.

Mr. Mackey was tired and sick of everything. He had been through a lot with these boys and he couldn't wait for them to graduate.

He just sighed, flipped Craig the bird and then walked away.

Tweek knew he was a spaz. He also knew he was annoying and very hard to handle. If you asked the student body if the twitchy blonde seemed to be an attentive person to their eyes, a very large part of the percentage would have said 'no'.

That's where they were wrong. Tweek had a knack for noticing things...everything actually. The caffeine addict would take in every single detail and store it in his memory. And, not only did he remember almost every event of his younger years, he could also do things like predict whenever Cartman was going to strike with a new plot or when someone had a crush on someone else. He could always tell.

So on that morning, when he was walking down the hallways of his high school, he couldn't HELP but notice Stan, who earlier was talking to Bebe or Kenny who obviously wasn't even trying to keep his hands off of Tveen. But he also noticed Eric and Kyle; the redhead sitting in the brunette's lap as they both stared at each other with nothing else but love (and of course lust, from Cartman's part).

The blonde was impressed and surprised to see that the secrets of South Park were slowly revealing themselves shamelessly. He thought he even caught a glance of Christophe and Gregory walking down the hall with their fingers intertwined as they made their way to their special closet.

He made a few anxious noises and he stuffed his things into his locker and started to roam the corridor. He turned a corner, only to see Kyle and Cartman together again, only this time joined by the rest of their friends. The blonde still couldn't tear his eyes away even when Mr. Mackey brushed by him and mumbled a barely audible 'sorry'.

Tweek's heart dropped when he noticed, across from the small group, Craig Tucker, standing there alone, watching him with pleading eyes; eyes that begged; eyes that longed for something Tweek wasn't sure if he was willing to give yet...

"Guys...what's wrong with Tweek?" Stan mumbled. There were a lot of things wrong with Tweek, but why did the noirette choose this moment to be concerned about him?

The rest of the small gang turned towards the blonde as well and they too started to worry at the sight of Tweek's state.

He was stable...

"Why isn't he twitching?" Kenny asked. His eyes had to break away from the caffeine addict as he spotted Tveen start to get up, obviously pressing to help the other blonde. Kenny followed Tweek's gaze and found that it settled directly on...

The orange clad boy's hand shot and grabbed his girl's wrist making her sit back down.

"Wait..." He whispered and joined his friends as they anxiously waited for the tweak to make some kind of move.

Tweek had never felt so torn in his life. His heart, body and soul were telling him to go but his stupid brain was instructing him to not move a muscle. Well, '3' beats '1', right?

He took a step forward but then came to a halt again; his brain did not like to be disobeyed but the blonde didn't give up. He took a deep breath, stomped right up to Craig and stood planted in front of the dark handsome teen for several seconds.

"H-hey Craig." He said. His fidgeting had returned as he reached out a shaky arm to Craig and then held his hand in his trembling one.

That unbelievable move was followed by another one when a giant embarrassed grin appeared on Tucker's face.

"Oh shit..." mumbled Cartman.

Craig was a badass...! So where the hell did that smile come from? All these years, he had been so stone cold. One could only imagine the greatness of his joy for him to be smiling like THAT. That one grin contrasted against all of his dark, gloomy, emotionless life and everyone had to say that it was a nice change.

"Hey Tweekers." Craig finally got himself to answer and squeezed his boyfriend's hand before leading them to another corridor.

Tveen looked at his friends and shrugged. The small gang of 5 got up and started to clap as the pair walked off. And the last thing that was seen was a yellow gloved middle finger disappearing behind a wall.

"I'm taking you to the mall tonight." Kenny said once the school day was finally over.

"Why? It's not like you can buy her any- OW! What was that for you stupid Jew?" Cartman yelled too loudly and rubbed his elbow, noticeably overreacting to the pain.

"I'm not going to buy her anything fat ass; I just want to hang out with her."

"Why don't you just take her to you house Ken? I'm sure she'll have a MUCH better time." Kyle teased and winked at the blonde who deviously smiled back at the Jew.

Despite the loud music blasting into his ears, Stan had heard that last comment and DID, in fact, feel the need punch his best friend in the arm.

"So Ken, should I wear my high-waisted skirt or is it more of a black tie event?" Tveen teased the blonde.

"Oh shut up, you know you loved it."

Tveen snaked her arm around Kenny's waist and smiled sweetly at him.

"I didn't say I didn't." She mumbled, gave him a quick peck and then ran towards Stan's car so she would have the shotgun seat reserved.

"Tveen! Kenny's picking you up in five minutes!" Stan yelled.

His 'sister' didn't have her own cell phone so his friend always texted HIM with messages for Tveen.

"Picking me up? With what? He doesn't have car!" She yelled back from the kitchen.

"His dad does!" Stan started to shout but ended the sentence in a regular voice when Tveen emerged into the TV room.

"What color is it?" She asked in all seriousness.

"It's this old pickup truck with these-"

"Stanley, what color is it?" she hissed. He had to admit she sort of sounded scary. She spoke about the color as if Kenny's destiny were to depend on his one answer.

"Orange."

"Oh, okay!" She said cheerfully and skipped into the kitchen.

"Is she bipolar or something?" Stan quietly asked himself...she sure sounded like it.

Tveen grabbed a roll from the basket on the kitchen counter and grabbed her coat that she had earlier discarded on the chair.

"Wait, woaw, wait a second there, Tveen." Mr. Marsh said and put down his fork.

"Yes sir?"

"You're going on a date with Kenny McCormick?" He asked.

"Well yeah, he's picking me up in five."

"Well, Tveen I know you're new here but I thought you would know better than to trust-"

"Oh there's nothing to worry about Randy honey, she already went on a date with Kenny and he was nothing but sweet." Sharron Marsh said.

"How come no one ever tells me these things?" Randy whined and pouted like a child.

His wife, being used to it, simply ruffled his hair and told him to resume eating dinner.

Tveen smiled and rolled her eyes. God, they were cute. She thought to herself.

She slipped on her jacket and walked out the door to find an expected orange pickup.

The driver honked the horn several times and rolled down the windows.

"Get in before you freeze. I remember that jacket NEVER keeping me warm!" Kenny shouted.

"At least you HAD one." She called back and ran down the steps and hoped into the car.

"Kenny, where are you taking me? I don't think it's very safe to be walking blindfolded in the mall." She pointed out.

The blonde hadn't let her step foot in the mall without being blinded. She hadn't really understood why since she had already been to the mall earlier before.

"It's a surprise and I don't want you to see it." He said and she could feel him shoving through some people.

"Ken, be careful, don't hurt anyone." She mumbled.

"Don't worry!" He assured as he pushed an old woman aside.

Kenny stopped in front of a large shop with a turquoise and golden sign. With a swift motion, he untied the cloth and revealed Tveen's chocolate orbs.

"Well it's about time!" She complained and rubbed her eyes.

When the black spots disappeared and her blurred vision cleared, it still took her some time what she was standing in front of.

"BIRKS!" She yelled and ran in.

The blonde followed her into the jewellery store where sat, under the glass counters, the hundreds of shiny treasures that he could never even imagine to afford.

He sat on one of the uncomfortable fancy chairs which were found all over the store.

Kenny watched his girlfriend skip around the displays, pressing her palms up against the glass and staring in awe at the diamond necklaces and bracelets and such.

Even though watching her did fascinate him, it didn't take him long to doze off into his own special world.

He had surprised himself again, by referring to Tveen as his 'girlfriend'. He wasn't used to it and he wasn't sure if he'd ever be, but that didn't change how he felt about it all and THAT felt very good.

He figured that it would be better if he actually was next to his girlfriend rather than just thinking about the word. But, when he looked up to where Tveen last was, she wasn't there.

Tveen stood in front of one of the transparent counters. She was surprised that all that silver and gold hadn't had any effect on her. She always felt happier when being in this section, but it seemed that this time was different...maybe because she couldn't really BE any happier...

She had been admiring the engagement rings for a while now and she couldn't get her eyes to pull away. She wondered if she'll ever get one...or afford one for that matter.

She sighed loudly and was about to pull away when she felt something cold on her chest.

She looked up at her reflection and found two strong hands on her shoulders, framing a heart shaped diamond that hung neatly by two silver strings.

"It's gorgeous..." She whispered involuntarily, only afterwards noticing the blonde who stood behind her.

"Yeah, too bad I can't afford it..." He said with a sad smile.

Tveen snapped out of her mesmerized state and swung around to face the boy.

"What's wrong, Ken?" She asked sweetly and batted her eyelashes gently.

"I just needed to know how it felt." He mumbled.

"How what felt?" She asked, the tone of curiosity taking over.

"To actually live moments like this. Actually be able to give a girl you love something like this and just watch her face light up..." The young man stated and let one heartfelt tear slide down his cheek.

Tveen was speechless. She ran her finger over the tiny diamonds forming a heart.

"Well, you got the last part okay..." She whispered.

Ouch. She suddenly felt bad. She turned back towards the rings and began to cry all over the glass. She didn't even try to hide it, she let her tears just drop.

Kenny saw this coming. He simply pulled his sleeve up and wiped off the water. As the objects behind the glass became visible, the blonde felt a small amount of panic well up inside him.

"Um, Tveen? Don't you think it's a little early to be looking at these?"

"Yes, it is, but Kenny I...I-"

The blonde brushed his finger over her quivering lips, making her quiet down.

"Which one you want?" He said, sounding dead serious. HE had no idea why he just asked her that. It's not enough he feels completely out of place in store, but now he was offering a girl an engagement ring.

"Ken, you can't be serious." She said, a small smirk contrasting against her sad eyes.

It was funny how she snapped out her flustered state and was now giving Kenny a reproachful stare.

"Okay, let me rephrase that: which one do you like best?" He asked, teasing her a little.

He never teased her to bother; he just couldn't help it when she was being all cute and mature.

"I like that one." She lay her finger on top of the transparent counter, pointing at one of the rings. Her voice was strained and she coughed at the end of the sentence but you could still tell that she had stopped crying.

The blonde felt the need to pull her into his arms. He stood behind her and let his gaze follow to where she was pointing.

"The one with three diamond studs?" He asked nervously.

"Yeah." She sounded much better now.

Kenny turned his head slightly toward another display of rings nearby.

"Well, I LOVE that one for you."

The brunette noticed the hint of mockery in the boy's voice and stirred in his arms to get a better look at the ring he was talking about.

"The silver one?" She asked.

"Yeah." He whispered in fake awe, obviously still mocking.

"But it doesn't have any stones..." She pointed out, getting a closer look at the simple piece.

"Exactly." He said and placed a few kisses down her neck before hugging her even tightly as she giggled and begged him to stop.

"So she saved your life?" The groomed blonde with the thick British accent asked.

"You could say zat." The dark brunette who laid his head in his lap answered in his usual bored tone.

Gregory stoked his boyfriend's hair; he knew it relaxed him and one thing that kid needed was to relax.

"Darling, please explain yourself." He begged.

"Of course, Cheri, but I warn you zat eet is not zat interesteeng."

Gregory simply nodded and stopped playing with his hair so Christophe could concentrate and not suddenly doze off.

"Eet is very simple, really. I was young and I was out playing mercenaries, as usual."

The start of the story wasn't really that surprising. Almost every story about his childhood started that way; it was him playing mercenaries.

"I had wandered off a bit too far from home zhis time and I had no idea where I was. As zee night came in and zee light started to fade, I became more and more scared and paranoid about the dark. I was on my bike and I started to pedal rapidly when I heard someone followeeng me, which probably was not zee case. Anyway, I took a chance and I turned around to see if there was anyone there and before I knew it, I had ridden my bike straight into a car's windshield."

Gregory gasped. Well, he certainly had not seen that coming. It wasn't like the Frenchman to be off guard like that, but then again, he was a child back then.

"Ze only thing I remembered was waking up on a floral mattress and seeing a small dark figure sitting by me in what appeared to be a very small room." Christophe paused. He was trying to remember, he had forgotten most of it, the British boy could tell.

"She gasped when I woke up. She turned on the lamp next to the mattress and the dim light barely brightened the room. She told me her name and where I was. She told me zat she had found me out een ze Street. She told me I was bloody and unconscious... she dragged me to 'er house on ze corner of the street."

"So she did save your life!" Gregory exclaimed.

"Non, but my wounds would have worsened if she hadn't done it."

"What do you mean?"

"Once she 'ad taken me to her house, her parents were out and she tended ze minor cuts I 'ad. I stayed with her for 3 days until they got me back home." He finished the story.

"So, that's how you know her?"

"Oui, we also stayed in touch for a while. I did not know she was coming back. You must understand that I owe her a lot; you know 'ow I am when it comes to these things." He said with a small smile.

"Yes darling, I do. You're not going to let it go, are you? You think you owe her forever."

"That's because I do, Cheri." He said huskily and sat up to plant a kiss on his boyfriend's lips.

"Craig too?" Clyde exclaimed and caused the bed under him to creek as he bounced up and down in his seat.

"Yep, with Tweek, on top of it all." Token added.

"Is everyone coming out of the closet? Like EVERYONE!" Clyde shouted and waved his arms all around the place.

"Well Kenny and Stan are still straight... you and me as well." Token sat up from his lying position on the wooden floor of his room. He crossed his legs in an Indian position and started to hum and meditate.

His concentration was disrupted when he heard the bed creek again. He sneaked a peek with one eye, only to see his best friend sitting right in front of him.

"Clyde what are you-"

Token's voice was muffled from Clyde's mouth that had covered his own completely in a strong kiss.

The dark haired boy pushed his friend away and wiped his mouth off frantically.

"Clyde! What the hell, man? Are you..."

"Nope." The brunette answered before the other teen could finish.

"Then why'd you-"

"Just checking buddy." He said with a huge embarrassed grin.

Token crossed his arms over his chest. "You could've just asked." He grumbled.

"I know, but if you were gay, you would have lied."

"Yeah but dude, this is so weird."

"Yeah, I know. That's how I know that neither of us has feelings for the other. We're good."

Clyde and Token shared a few glances until Token shoved his friend to the floor and then got up to his feet.

"Screw you." He said with a smile and left the room.

"Are you getting something to eat?" Clyde yelled as he scrambled to his feet and ran after his best friend.

"Ngh, what if everyone AGH hates me?" Tweek yelled and pulled on his hair like a lunatic.

Craig pulled him tighter into his arms on the couch. He didn't even want to think what this kid would do without him being around.

"I'll kill them." Craig simply answered.

"AGH, what if I fail my year because all the teachers are homophobes!" He went on and began biting at the skin on his fingers.

"I'll kill them." The response was the same.

"Jesus Christ, what ngh if our parents don't approve of all this!" He shrieked and then only to slap his hands to his mouth.

"I'll kill them."

"AGH! What if you kill everyone and then you have to go to jail because of murder! I don't want you to go to jail! NGH, no one will be there to take care of me because they'll all be DEAD!" The jittery blonde never rested.

"Then you'll come to jail with me." People did think that Craig was always bored, but what they didn't know was that he only sounded that way. The noirette always found it entertaining to converse with the caffeine addict. It was interesting because as you listened more and more, you'd notice patterns emerging from his stories about theories and such.

"No way man! I can't go to jail! What if I get beat up! Or they don't have coffee?" It was sad that coffee was one of his top priorities. Craig wasn't even sure if he was higher on Tweek's list than coffee...maybe no one was.

"I'll kill them." He said, going back to his original response.

Before his boyfriend could start freaking out even more, Craig started to let his hands roam up and down the blonde's thigh. He slowly kissed and licked at his neck until the trembling and the twitching had stopped and the only thing left was his soft whimpering.

"Craig?" He made a small noise before going on, "please don't kill anyone..." He pleaded.

Craig sighed. "Okay, Tweekers."

"So the hippie bitch just gave up?" Eric asked his redhead.

"Yeah, that's what Stan told me." Kyle answered.

"So she just called Bebe and called it truce?"

"Well, sort of... they're not really friends anymore but they don't hate each other either. Stan and Bebe can be together in peace."

"Well Kahl, when will you and I be able to be together in peace?" Cartman asked, sounding overly dramatic.

"We ARE together in peace, fat ass." Kyle said.

"No, the townspeople are all against us! They don't want us to love each other!" The large boy went on.

"Cartman what the hell are you talking about?" Kyle said, losing his patience with his boyfriend again.

Eric made a fake whimpering noise and then 'fainted' into Kyle's lap.

As much as Kyle hated it, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're such an idiot." He murmured and hugged him tightly.

That night, the whole town was calm. There was nothing happening and nothing was wrong. Everyone who deserved to be was happy.

Little did they know, tomorrow was going to be a dark day...

Okay guys, this is the before last chapter. Chapter 9 is the last one, I promise!

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Thank you.