Chapter 10: There for Him
Warning: Mentions to Sexual Harassment/Assault, Swearing, Mentions of Violence, Hints of Hurt/Comfort, and Angry Emojis!
No one's point of view
"Ew, Tweek looks like a girl and a hippie!" bantered Cartman at Tweek and David, "Tweek, why are you with that Mexican boy? Should you be with your boyfriend, Craig?"
Tweek and David continue to walk down the hallways, completely ignoring their obnoxious, fat classmate. The two boys know that Cartman is causing too many troubles for everybody else. It is getting old really fast; Tweek learns that it's better to never care about Cartman and his bullshits.
After all, it is his fault for the pain, anxiety, and conflicts Tweek have to suffer through. Not to mention the circumstance regarding how one creep harassed Tweek by groping and kissing him without his consent. Still, Cartman and the Buddha box impact him into the better person he becomes. If it wasn't for them, then he wouldn't have good friends such as Heidi, Bebe, Nichole, Token, Jimmy, Wendy, Butters, Scott, and anyone else. Especially David who is the only person he reaches out to and understands his issues.
"Thank you for taking me home," gratified Tweek, "I really enjoy your company. You're a nice guy."
"Hey, that's what friends are for. Just letting you know that you don't deserve the pain from them," David reminds Tweek, "I would've beat the shit out of that fatass, Craig, and the creepy pig for what they did to you. Unlike me, you're the kind of person who doesn't do revenge."
"That's true. I mean..." Before Tweek can say anything, Tweek and David come across Kyle.
"Hey Tweek, I see you're getting along with David," noted Kyle.
"I helped him out in his restaurant. He did a great job teaching me about Hispanic cuisines," Tweek tells his Jewish friend, "He also keeps me company. Don't worry, me and David are just friends."
"Yeah, I saw you walking with David," added Kyle.
"Tweek told me where his house is, so I can take him home safely,"
"That's nice of you, David," Kyle praises David.
"He did make me laugh about how David made a burrito with his father's 'sauce' for Cartman," Tweek happily suggested it to Kyle which Kyle cracks at what the blonde boy is talking about along with David.
"Yeah, he has it coming for the bullshits we put up with," David mentions to Tweek and Kyle.
"Agree," Kyle and Tweek chimes in unison.
Ring! Ring!
"Oh god, we have class," groaned Kyle.
"Oh no, I don't have class with you," Tweek saddened as he says bye to his friends and takes off, "I will see you at lunch."
David sighs and turns to Kyle, "I guess you and me have Cartman in Mrs. Nelson's class."
"Oh god, why him?!" David grunted and advise Kyle, "But let's just ignore him. Don't acknowledge him."
The two boys nod at each other and walk together to Mrs. Nelson's class.
Tweek's point of view
"All right class," my teacher, Ms. Wilde announced, "Today, we are going to do an assignment on creative writing. Creative writing is something you are free to express yourself but are difficult to do so. You can do either a narrative paragraph, short story, poem, or a song about whatever you want to present yourself. If you have troubles coming up with your writing or need help, don't be shy to ask me."
One kid raises his hand and said, "Do we have to present it to class?"
"If you like, it's totally fine," she said, "You can turn it either hand-written or type on Google Docs and send it to me Google Classroom. It's on due on Wednesday, but we're only doing a rough draft. Get to work and try your best please."
As everybody is taking out a paper and pencil out of their backpacks, there are the morning announcements chiming in during class. They usually publish on clubs and organizations, fundraisers, and what to do if staying after school. Until…
"On Friday, we have a football game against our school rival, The Beavers next Friday. Come on and cheer South Park's Cows for the victory! Woah!"
~ Time skips (Lunch!) ~
I text Kyle and David on my phone.
Tweek Tweak: "Hey guys, I'm busy doing a creative writing assignment for Ms. Wilde's class, so I'm going to be at the library."
No one's point of view
~ Meanwhile at the school cafeteria~
"Hey Stan and David, Tweek is at the library to work on an assignment for Ms. Wilde's class," Kyle informs Stan and David as they grab their foods and sit down to eat. Unbeknownst then, someone overheard their conversation: Clyde Donovan.
"Tweek is very busy lately," Stan points out to Kyle and David.
"Yeah, Tweek helps me at the restaurant," David
"I know right, Tweek quits the sports team for cheerleading," David listens to his friend, nodding at the information from him. Though he promises to keep the discussion between him and Tweek a secret, he feels guilty for hiding it away from Kyle.
"Ms. Wilde is a new teacher from Lima, Ohio," said Stan.
"How you did know?" Kyle inquires to his super best friend.
He shrugs at him before the three boys continue munching on their foods.
Craig's point of view
"Tweek is in the cheer team with a bunch of girls?!" Clyde blurted out, "How I didn't know about it?!"
"Umm...is it you're always in your Buddha box to not bother about it?" grumbled Token, "What am I? Chopped liver? I already know about that last weeks ago."
I spit my milk out of shock. What?! Tweek is in cheerleading?! How I didn't know about it?! Other than the fact that I half-listens to Red and Tricia about that news. Tell me more about how Tweek is doing without me!
"I also overhear David and Kyle that Tweek is in the library, doing an assignment for Ms. Fabray's class. I wish I can in her class someday," I roll my eyes at him. Of course, Clyde is now crushing on the new teacher, Ms. Fabray.
"Clyde, what do I tell about eavesdropping on others? You can't butt in people's businesses," Token lectures Clyde like a mother. I get up and throw away my lunch in the trash.
"Hey, where are you going?!" I hear Clyde's voice booming in my ears.
"I am going to the library," I answered.
"Something tells me it is going to be a bad idea," Token scoffs, "There's no way you can go and find Tweek to talk to him. He's over you."
"Fuck off, I want to see Tweek," I flip Token off and zoom out of the cafeteria in search for Tweek. How could Tweek be over me in 'I don't know how many days or weeks?'
~ 15 minutes later ~
I inhale as I turn the knob and open the door of the library. I scrutinize around the area for Tweek. Until I spot someone's head, blonde hair, is laying down on the table. Blonde hair?! Bing, it is Tweek! He wears a light greenish-blue floral long-sleeved short top, blue shorts, and dark grey boots. His eyes are half-lidded which I can tell that he's half-sleeping. Hmm... he must be tired or something; he looks absolutely dainty!
I was about to approach him quietly until I hear whimpering sounds coming from him. Like he's crying. What's wrong with him? Why is he's crying? He gets up, puts his burgundy hat on, and packs his stuff away in his backpack to leave. He didn't notice me, so I follow after him where he runs out of school. Since I have long legs, it is easy for me to catch up to him. Once I find him going halfway toward his house, he nearly trips; I reach out to catch him. His hands cover his face as I hold him in my arms.
Too bad, I can't bring him back to school. If Clyde, Token, Jimmy, or anyone else saw me with a crying Tweek, then it would've been awkward. Plus, they'll think I'm a heartless jerk to Tweek which I am not. I guess I have left no other choice but to skip school to take him home to his house.
I make my way to his house. I open the door and get inside. Closing the door behind with my foot, I carry Tweek princess-style upstairs and to his room. So what if I'm his ex and ex shouldn't do that?! At least I care about Tweek more than anyone else in the world. I'm sorry for making Tweek sad because of the Buddha box and Cartman!
I lay Tweek down on his bed and take his hands off of his face. I strap off his backpack to place it on the floor adjacent to the side of his bed. My heart aches to see his pretty face drenched in his own tears and smeared makeups. Time to wipe the gunk on his face clean. Wait, how the fuck to remove the gunk called makeup off his face?! Our moms and girls in my school know about makeups more than us and our dads! Then, there is Tricia and Red. Despite her being six or seven years old, I remembered her wearing makeups when either playing with dolls or on her iPad or phone. Red is my cousin, so she knows a lot about makeups, but I forgot that she's mad at me for ditching Tweek for that thing.
I pull my phone out of pocket and text Tricia.
Craig Tucker: "Hey Tricia, do you know how to remove makeups? I'm with Tweek at his house."
Tricia Tucker: "Craig, why are you in his house? I swear to fucking god if you ever try to do something with Tweekie Bird, Craig Thomas Tucker! Craig Thomas Tucker now wants Tweekie Bird back?!" 😡
Craig Tucker facepalms at what Tricia have texted him. At the same time, he never knew that Tricia calls Tweek by a nickname. Tweekie Bird. I wonder why.
Craig Tucker: "Listen you little shithead, I may have fucking hurt him, but I just want to see him right fucking now! Tell me how to remove fucking makeups off his precious face!"
Tricia Tucker: "All right. To remove makeup, you can use makeup wipes, makeup removers, or baby oil if Tweek has those in his house. You can find them in Tweek's bathroom."
Craig Tucker: "Thanks."🖕
Tricia Tucker: "Np, Craigo the fuckboy." 🖕
Craig Tucker: "Hey, I care about him and love him indefinitely!" 🖕
Tricia Tucker: "Whatever, Romeo."
I turn off and put away my phone in my pockets to go to the bathroom to find a bottle of makeup remover, makeup wipes, and those white round things. They are in a basket next to a shit ton of makeups! Goddamnit, how did Tweek can afford these things!? One thing I don't like about makeups besides being a guy and I think makeups smell shitty is the cost! They cost more than what Token brought! As I grab them all, I look at the trash can to see numerous multicolored streaks of stained wipes and round things. Geez, why Tweek need to wear that much makeups?! I also grab a small towel and turn on the water from the bathroom sink to soak and wring it.
I return back to his room and to Tweek. Even still in a daze, he looks so cute! Sitting on his bed, I position his head on my left hand and his shoulder on my lap. I pull the makeup wipes out and start polishing his whole face. Because he's caked in makeups, I have to tear a bunch of wipes out and pour the makeup remover on his face. With every wipes and splash of makeup remover, I am able to get them off of his face; I wash his face clean to see the natural beauty of the love of my life. Honey, you look so much better without the makeups.
I hear a little sniffle from him as a couple of tears drizzle out of his eyes. I kiss him on his forehead and cheeks.
"It's okay, my angel," I whisper to him, swabbing tears off of his face. I'm sorry Tweek for making you cry. I'm sorry Tweek for giving you the pain you have to put up with. I'm sorry Tweek for not being there for you.
I get up from his bed and take the towel, makeup remover, and dirty wipes and round things to the bathroom. I throw shit tons of soiled wipes and round things into the trash can and put the makeup remover and towel back to the sink. I reenter to his room to lay on his bed next to Tweek. I come close to him and cuddle him to give him a soft peck on the lips.
"I love you," I said to him before letting out a yawn and drifting myself to sleep beside him.
Tweek's point of view
~ 4 or 5 hours later ~
I open my eyes and get up to be in my room. Hmm… how did I get here? I trace back to the last time I was here before home. I remembered trying to think of creative writing for Ms. Wilde's class and the next thing I know is that I'm crying in the library to run out of school and almost to my house. Wait, who took me to home?! I look to see my ex sleeping peacefully next to me. Should I hate him? I'm still hurt and betrayed by him, so I feel my hand is moving toward his face. I want to slap him in the face for abandoning me for that thing! Instead, I caress his face gently and kiss him on the cheek. What am I thinking?! Do I still have feelings for him? After what he'd put me through? The tears I poured out every day and night for him and them?! Especially, I have to deal with that guy from outside of the market! I don't know if I love him or not. He is the first boy I ever loved and lost. Love is complicated. I'm glad Heidi is single without that fat weasel!
As I rose up, I dig into the pocket of my shorts for my phone. I turn it on to see it's 5:00 pm. Did I pass out? Dang it! Then again, I find one text message from David that reads:
David Rodriguez: "Tweek where are you? I haven't seen you in school."
I tap on the text message and type down:
Tweek Tweak: "Sorry David, I somewhat pass out and now I'm at home." 😔
David Rodriguez: "It's fine, Tweek. Give yourself a break because it is my day off from work as well. I have homework to do. How's your creative writing assignment for the new teacher, Ms. Wilde?"
Tweek Tweak: "Still working on it. I forgot to tell how I'm at home and you couldn't believe."
David Rodriguez: "Tell me."
I take a deep breath and write down what happened at the time of how 'I got home.'
Tweek Tweak: "At the library, I've been having these uncomfortable thoughts about the 'thing' we discussed on. It is too much pressure on me to the point I want to get out of school to stay home and cry in my room. Craig is there at my home, so I figure he's the one who took me home."
David Rodriguez: "What? Why Craig of all people? I'm going to beat the shit out of him for what he did to you."
Tweek Tweak: "Hey, you don't need to because I don't resort to retaliation and remember that it is Cartman's fault for it. At first, I was mad at him, but I realize that from how he took me home, he really cares about me."
David Rodriguez: "I guess you do have a point. I hope Craig isn't going to hurt you or something."
Tweek Tweak: "Let's hope for the best. I have to go. Nice talking to you."
David Rodriguez: "Anytime, Tweek. Bye."
Tweek Tweak: "Bye."
I turn off and set my phone on the dresser. All this crying and passing out makes me want to take a hot bath. I arise to get my pajamas and go to my bathroom.
~ At the bathroom ~
"Ahh..." my body tingles when stepping in this relaxing bath I made from hot water and bath bomb. I did my usual routine of washing myself in shampoos and soaps and giving myself a facial spa; I brush my bath and moisturize myself with a toner and cleansing lotions after I finish my 'luxurious' bath. I put on a white lacy babydoll and exit out of the bathroom to go to my room. Of course, Craig is still snoozing in my bed. Despite how he's never there for me, I thank him for this day. I still love him. Still, that doesn't mean I'm getting back together with him. I want to teach him and Cartman a lesson on what they'd put me through. How I learn to get my shits together whenever I have anxiety. How I learn to 'be capable more than I think.'
~ Flashback (The Yaoi Episode) ~
"You can do it, Tweek! You're capable of more than you think."
"I'm a terrible actor!"
"You just follow my lead, and try and make it believable, okay?"
"Oh, gah-okay. Oh, God!"
~ Flashback ends ~
They don't know what I'd been through to get where I am now. Because of them, I am now living in fear, pain, and vulnerability over sexual advances from guys and men. Mostly this older guy who groped and kissed me outside of the market. I settle myself down on my bed to slumber.
Oh, I give him one last kiss on the cheek.
"I love you," I uttered out him if only he knows. If only he knows. Thank you, next, Craig.
Author's note: I did a throwback to Season 9, Episode 6 of South Park, "Tweek x Craig" and Season 21, Episode 4, "You're Not Yelping." I also incorporate Kitty Wilde from a TV show called Glee.
Tweek
Outfit #1: Light teal-green floral long-sleeved waist tie crop top, chambray flocked shorts, and dark grey fringed boots with a burgundy wool-felt hat.
Makeup #1: Stevie lipstick, Deserted and Cherrywood eyeshadows (classic eyes), Hypnotic Lights Powder Highlighter, and Big Look Lengthening Mascara.
Outfit #2: White lacy babydoll gown
Bath Bomb: Goddess (from Lush)
*links down below on the makeups which belong to the companies who created them
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Milani
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PÜR
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