A/N: Hello, summer.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park.
100 Unexpected Tales
Tale Nine:
Drive
"Sometimes when you look in his eyes, you get the feeling that someone else is driving."
-David Letterman
Tweek was depressed. He was paranoid. He was insane. Everywhere he looked there seemed to be no end to the amount of horrible, deadly things just staring at him, waiting for the right moment to pounce. The gnomes, the doctors, the hair dressers, the teachers, the lockers, even his precious coffee beans had the frightening ability to make him completely crumble, he just knew it.
Tweek was ready to just give in to the fucking monsters. The monsters that followed him, eating and clawing at his skin, his hair, his insides, his spirit, until he was nothing but small scraps of what he once was.
Tweek was ready to call it a day. Constant vigilance and paranoia, they had gotten the best of him. He would forever be spooked by movements, by shadows, by laughter. He would never live normally.
He just wanted to get away. He didn't want to do it anymore.
But Craig wouldn't let him.
Damn Craig and his stupidly truthful and blunt words.
When Craig had found Tweek in his room, pill bottles opened, he threw the blond out the window. Out the second story window.
Shaken, but not dead, Craig walked Tweek to the elementary school playground, berating him harshly for his stupid, dumbass actions and if he wanted to cause so much goddamn drama he ought to go hang out with Stan and Kyle.
And Tweek remained silent the whole time, even through his tears that were becoming quite like waterfalls. And they sat on the swings and Craig told him all the things that Tweek would've missed out on, including being thrown out of a window by yours truly, thank you very much.
And Tweek nodded and apologized and Craig made him swear on his life that he would never scare the shit out of him like that again, dammit.
And it was this promise made on the rusty swings of the South Park Elementary School playground that helped Tweek get through the rest of his life, the hard times, the easy times, and all those fucking times in between.
So now, sitting in the back of Craig's stupid blue pickup, looking at the stars in Daytona Beach, Florida, Tweek smiled.
"Craig, I love you."
"I know, dude. I know."
