My mum decided to stay up with me late last night, hence the reason I'm updating while she is out shopping today. Also, please don't take anything I write as Tweek's thoughts seriously. Enjoy!

~With Tweek~

Shit, I don't think I've ever run that fast before… Oh fuck, what if someone snuck steroids into my coffee? How would I know? Will I be arrested for taking drugs? I don't want to go to jail, they rape weak people like me! And when I finally got out, my parents would be so disappointed in me that they would sell me into slavery, or even worse, prostitution! They get AIDS and HIV! I don't want any sexual diseases! They end up killing you man! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! Maybe I should have taken up Craig on his offer to drive me home, and then I wouldn't know I was going to be screwed over!

"Oh, Tweek honey, you're back! How was working with your friend?" Tweek's mother asked the boy, who was still freaking out by the front door. Tweek's head snapped up at his mother's voice, bringing him out of his 'supposedly doomed future', and replied "Gah! I-it was cool."

Mrs. Tweak smiled at her son and asked "The boy you were with was the Tucker's son, right?" Tweek looked at her sceptically; he hadn't told her who he was going to be working with, was his mother psychic? "Y-yeah, how did you, nngh, know?" He replied, looking between his mother and the staircase, wondering how long it would take him to run if she suddenly started wielding a kitchen knife at him, after his blood to sacrifice to the mutant guinea pigs who had returned from beyond the grave to enslave the human race.

"Easy; you look as happy as you did when you were a child and played with Craig back then, so I took as guess! And I was right!" His mother told him happily, smiling herself. Tweek cocked his head to the side in confusion and jerked on the spot; he used to play with Craig? Why didn't he remember this? Did he knock his head during their fight and get amnesia or something?

"I-I used to hang out with Craig?" The teenager asked in surprise. "Why, yes! You two were always playing one game in particular, now what was it called again?... Oh! Now I remember; 'Spaceman Craig'! That's it!" Tweek righted his head angle to normal and gave a face of inspiration; he had used to play that game with Craig! And then they got into their fight, and afterwards Craig always bullied him, so he had forgotten that they had ever been friends.

"O-oh yeah, you're right." Tweek told his mother in a dazed voice and with a glazed look in his eyes as he walked past her to go up the stairs towards his bedroom, and towards his own personal green coffee maker on his bedside table.

"Invite him here next time around! I want to see how he's grown! I am so glad you two are friends again!" His mother called after him, chuckling to herself. "Maybe Craig finally knows how to show his feelings for my baby boy now…" She trailed off, giggling to herself.

"Oh sweetheart, can you help me with the dinner?" She heard her husband call. "Yes Richard, dear!" She replied, walking back into the kitchen to her husband, still giggling about her emotionally confused son.

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