Discalimer:I dont own South Park, Craig... or Tweek :'( or any other characters except for pepper! Pepper is mine.

I Hope you enjoy it and I know many people dont read this part so im keeping it short. This whole chapter and I think the whole story will be in Tweeks point of view.

Here's what I know right now. My alarm will go off in twenty-seven minutes. I got no sleep last night, or the night before that, or practicaly ever. I will have to be up and ready for school in precisely fifty-two minutes waiting for the bus. I know I bit off all my nails last night. I pulled out copious amounts of my hair. I know my ferret, Pepper, is running around his cage making a shitload of noise. I know it's Monday. I know I have school tomorrow, and that it'll probably suck ass. I know he'll be there.

I'm so damn antsy right now. I couldn't sleep, never can, because my brain wont stop thinking. Thinking about everything. Video games, watermelons, tv shows, pedofiles, gnomes, rapists, cacti, the little mermaid, him... everything.

My hair's in my eyes and it's pissing me off. Its always all over the place and I cant stand it. Thats why I end up yanking it unnaturally out of my head, that and the pressure. The pressure of being called on in class, of changing in the locker room infront of people, of bumbing into people in the halls, the pressure of choosing where to sit at lunch, of lying awake waiting for a rapist murderer to come busting through my window, the pressure of him glancing at me in class whilst I look any direction but his so it doesnt look like I stare at him.

BEEP BEEP

Damn alarm, alearting me that I have yet again gone another night without a wink of sleep. I hate all the constant stress I'm under, the pain, the pressure. I should stay home, just tell my mom that i'm not feeling well and that i need to stay home. She'd let me but, I cant. I cant not go to school, I cant go a day without looking at him once. It would stress me out even more because something could happen while I'm not there, he could leave and not come back, he could get murdered, but if i go to school i will know that none of that has happened and that he is okay. that's why I need to go to school.

With that thought I stand up from my bed and go straight to the bathroom as i do every morning. I wash my face, brush my teeth, then i duck my head into the sink to rinse my hair because I'm too lazy, or maybe tired, to shower in the morning. I dry my head with a towel and then brush my hair down, which doesnt really matter because it's just gonna stick back up anyways. I'd say this is where i change out of my pajamas but the truth is I just kinda discard parts of my pajamas randomly threwout the night to make myself more comfortable and I'm currently down to my boxers. I just put on a pair of pants I find on the floor of my extreamily messy room and pull a shirt out of my drawers, it just so happens to be one of the button-up shirts that I have so much damn trouble with. the first button was tricky but i finally got it... in the hole one too many down than it should be. Button two i didnt see and accidentally skiped thus putting button three in the right spot. I got all the rest correct except for the last one which I gave up on and just left unbuttoned.

I finally put on my socks, two different ones, and shoes leaving my room and arriving at the breakfast table. I dont know why we call it a breakfast table to just sit here at dinner and call it a dinner table, if it were alive it'd get name confused, we should just call it a meal table to make things easier. My mom made pancakes, she likes to cook. She's good at it too but, I dont eat much, ever. If I do I feel bloated and icky. So I just sit here and have a staring contest with my pancakes, like if I look at them long enough they'll disappear. Actually they do because eventually my mom gets that I'm not going to eat them and she takes them away from my sight. I get up from the table, tell my parents that I love them because what if something happens to them while I'm gone and I didn't tell them, they'd die thinking I hate them. Then I grab my backpack and go to wait for the bus.

It's cold out but, hey, what did i expect it's South Park in winter. There is a slight chilly breeze, which make me wish the bus got here faster, or that I left my house later. I cant leave later though because if I do maybe the bus will actually be on time for once and I'll miss it and fail school and end up working at burger king for the rest of my life. Burger king is clearly not a job I would enjoy, too much pressure. I drift off thinking about how I could mess up at taking orders, giving the order to the wrong people, excetra. I finally blink back to reality to see him, Craig Tucker, looking at me, staring like I just did something crazy. I start to pull at my hair insecurely and he looks away.

After a bit of awkward scilence he says, "you shouldn't do that... it's not good for your hair". I blushed a little bit taking it the wrong and thinking by him saying this meant he was worried about me, but I soon snaped back to reality and realized it probably just annoyed the fuck out of him. Either way I had stoped pulling at it and instead started twiddling my thumbs, waiting for others to show at the bus stop. In about a minute or two Token had showed up, making things at the bus stop far less awkward.

"Hey Tweek," Token greeted.

"Gah," and a quick twitchy jump was my only reply. He was a nice guy, he didnt pick on me like some people did and he didnt completely ignore my existance like the others.

"Hey Craig, whatcha doin?" Token said childishly yet at the same time very maturely.

"Waiting for the goddamn bus in the fucking cold, dipshit," was Craigs responce. Listening to him talk is the reason I now swear in my head.

"That's the Craig we all know and love," Token mocks laughing a bit, then he takes his gloves off and hands them to Craig. This made me realize how cold my hands were and I shoved the deep in my pockets. Craig thanked him for the gloves and put them on.

A little before the bus would arrive Clyde ran down the street. "Holy lord, I thought I was gonna be late. Hey guys, I'm cold, hug me." Clyde opened his arms wide and Craig and Token didnt move. "You guys are jerks!" Clyde said hugging himself and turned to face away from them.

I'm getting really cold and I'm starting to think that this bus is never coming. I breath into my hands to keep them warm as I shake like a leaf. Craig glances at me through the side of his eye, I know this because I was stareing at him like alot. I shove my hands back in my pockets and the bus finally gets here. We get on the bus in the same order we arived at the stop, the bus is already partially full because we're the last stop on the way to school. When I get on I sit in the seat right behind the bus driver, for safty reasons. I lounge comfortably for a second befor I realize i'm being handed something. I grab it, not really paying attenting to who gave it to me or what it was, but then I notice it's Tokens gloves. The gloves Craig had just been wearing. I shove my hands in as quick as possible, still feeling the warpth they held from his body heat. I also felt something else, paper? I pulled the tiny folded slip out of the glove and opened it up, acidentilly tearing it a tiny bit. The note read 'You looked cold, just make sure you give them back by the end of the day so I can return them -Craig'.

I could honestly die happy right now. I fold the note back up carfully and slip it into the tiniest pouch on my backpack for safe keeping. I kept smiling at the gloves, sure they weren't Craigs but Craig gave them to me and that was enough. Besides if they were Craigs I wouldnt give them back.

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