A/N: I'm rewriting this story, and you shall never see the original because it is horrible. I actually started this story one very dull day, and it happened to actually go somewhere, which is quite odd because I start many stories, they never go anywhere and I end up feeling very sorry for myself as a writer. However, I suppose this story was a different case, and on some level I felt attachment to it, which made me consider actually rereading it, and maybe editing, and then there were too many corrections to be made, so thus, this little gem popped out.

And yes, in case you were wondering, I don't plan out my stories ahead of time, or proofread them, or edit them, or even look them over before posting it on sites. It's actually a really terrible habit of mine, but I'm just used to bullshitting essays, and once you're good at that, you never go back to making a draft, and then making a final. It's such a bad habit, and I hate it, but you know, these are just stories so I suppose it's alright, isn't it? I wish I were a more responsible person though, that would have been fantastic. (and probably would have given me a better start in life, probably.)

WARNINGS: The usual, you know, slash, sexual situations, abuse, colorful language, hatred of Ashlee Simpson (a reoccurring theme in all of my stories, you'll notice)

DISCLAIMER: Although I absolutely love the show and everything about it, I don't have any claim over it.

COUPLES IN THIS STORY: Probably the main ones will be Tweek/Craig, and Tweek/Kenny, but also will have Stan/Clyde. (Many other couples in the story, as I find the idea of Tweek being with more than two people in a story QUITE amusing)

THE GREATEST HEIGHT

Craig once told me that he liked dressing up for Halloween, but I never questioned exactly why he liked to do it. Craig liked being invisible. Craig liked being someone else, even if it was just for one night.

I hated being invisible. I wasn't the sort of invisible where you couldn't see my body, but the sort of invisible where everyone knew I was there, but just didn't want to acknowledge it. They parted ways for me in the hallways like I was some sort of ghostly king, and I hated it. I knew I was always weird, and I always knew that I would be different from everyone because of it, but I never thought I would be completely isolated.

So it was pretty ironic when Craig, someone who wanted to be invisible, noticed invisible little me for the first time.

We didn't start off with a positive relationship. Craig wasn't the biggest bully in school, but he was still a pretty impressive bully when he wanted to be, and for a while he hated me. I'm not sure why, but he really hated me. He gave me these looks during the first year of high school, and that made me really believe I was just the lowest scum on the face of the planet. Had I been anyone else in the school, I would probably have been more bothered by the whole situation, but as sad as it was, I was so used to the dirty stares. It was just the way my life was. Well, anyway, Craig was there to pick on me like there was no tomorrow, and I just let him.

In the sickest way, I liked it. I liked the attention, because before no one knew who I was, and suddenly Craig hated me, and I was the sorriest guy around. it went from the dirty glares, to the hateful names, then to hitting. I let him, and then one day he came around and dragged me into the locker room and beat me senseless. I didn't notice he was crying until he hugged me and asked me why I let him do it.

Of course I said that I didn't know why. Of course I didn't tell him that I actually almost treasured the way he picked on me because I didn't have anyone else to pay attention to me, and I didn't want to turn into the invisible man everyone felt sorry for only when he died or something like that. I just shrugged, and for once in my life I didn't feel nervous about what was happening.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you. You got it?", he muttered through his tears, and I nodded even though no one would miss me if I were dead.

For the next few days after that, he ignored me, and I felt mildly annoyed. He didn't pick on me anymore, he picked on Pip instead, and the British boy didn't even appreciate it. I knocked into him in the hallway out of spite, and told him to stay away from Craig. He looked a bit lost, but I couldn't tell whether it was because I was the one telling him to stay away from Craig, or because I made it seem like he liked to be shoved around by bullies all the time, and that he looked for Craig or something. He still nodded, and nervously laughed something like "right-o" and disappeared.

That was how I became the first boy to ever claim a monopoly on a bully.

Token was drunk. He was a funny drunk. He didn't make any jokes or anything, but just watching him was funny enough. Token was the richest out of anyone in school, and it showed. Everything from his head to his toes was brand name. He wore Prada shoes, and not only to fancy parties, but everywhere. His shirt came directly from the Armani Exchange, and he wore Seven for All Mankind jeans, and carried a custom wallet from Louis Vuitton. I knew all of this because I secretly looked through his clothes one day while he was sleeping. It was interesting. Anyway, that wasn't the point. Token was a funny drunk because even though he dressed like a socialite from Beverly Hills, he acted like the rest of us.

Alcoholic redneck. He acted like the worst trash.

Apparently no one else saw the irony like I did, and they all thought I was crazy whenever I laughed at a drunk Token. It didn't exactly matter that I was a little tipsy.

Clyde was a funny drunk, too, but only because he always tried to kiss everyone he looked at when he was drunk. He once got beat up for trying to kiss Wendy's boyfriend. The boyfriend was too drunk to care, but Wendy wasn't and did a number on his ass before Craig got around to stopping her.

Craig was a moody drunk, and he smacked me around a couple of times, but I didn't really mind when he was drunk. It's not like he could help being drunk. It was better than him crying and wanting to die again.

I guess I'm just a happy drunk, drinking helps me calm down, and when I look at my hands I don't seem them twitching like they normally do. I once held Craig's hand when I was drunk, and I was proud of the fact that I didn't have to squeeze too hard to stop the twitches, but they stopped all by themselves. I thought everything was funny, too, even though in the back of my mind I knew they weren't. I could laugh for hours when I was drunk. Craig slapped me once because he thought I was just loosing it, but then he realized that I was laughing because I thought life was funny and he gave me a funny look before smiling.

A couple of times, Kenny would come over and drink with us, but he never said much. He would drink and drink and drink some more until he's the only one left drinking. It would get to a point where he would say something and no one would understand even if he wasn't wearing his hoodie, and would fall asleep almost instantly. Craig loved Kenny because he said Kenny was just the funniest guy around. He constantly made me nervous that he would one day need an ambulance from all the drinking, but he never did.

The first time I met them, I was walking home from school. I spotted a familiar orange parka, and then I was shoved into the nearby bushes, and I fell hard onto the dirt before someone grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me up to my feet.

"Where's your little boyfriend?" someone growled. I opened my eyes to look at Mark.

Now in the beginning when I said Craig wasn't the biggest bully, it was because this boy was. Mark was just plain spiteful. I thought Eric Cartman had a total sociopath thing going on, but Mark probably had anti-social personality disorder, and he probably liked it like the sadistic bastard he was. I instinctively flinched. Meetings with Mark never ended well for me.

"Stop it, you're talking to Tweek. He won't get it, dude." Kenny said from somewhere to my left. Although I knew he had said something that I should have been offended at, I was grateful that Mark let me go and shoved me in the other blonde's direction. "Look, Tweek, where's Craig? We really need to talk to him."

"I-I don't know!" I stammered back at them.

"You told me he would know!" Mark hissed at Kenny. The blonde just shrugged.

"I thought he would." Kenny turned his blue eyes back to me, and for a moment I felt like I was looking at someone far older than they really were. "Let's just go."

I thought they were going to leave me alone, but before I could feel relieved, Mark shook his head. "Nah, let's have some fun with this one."

Kenny just stared for a moment, and I thought he was just going to let Mark do whatever he wanted, and then he did a double take. "What? With Tweek? Not cool, dude. Craig will fuck you over, send you to hell, bring you back to life, and do it again!"

"No, it's cool. Craig won't care. I mean look at him, how long did it take for him to pound his-"

"Don't finish that sentence!" Kenny blanched, and threw him the finger. "Dirty asshole."

"Damn, calm down, Kenny." Mark scoffed at him. "I'll let the poor bastard go if you have such a boner for him. Looks like it's your lucky day, but don't let me catch you by yourself, otherwise that pretty little ass is mine." He shoved me to the floor hard, and I barely caught myself before I broke my nose or something.

Mark turned and walked away, and Kenny gave me a partially guilty look before following him. I felt a leap in my gut at the thought of Craig meeting up with Mark, and knew I had to find him. I tried to get up, but ended up collapsing back down and sitting with my knees pulled to my chest. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would either explode or just stop altogether, and my head felt dizzy. "Just a few minutes…" I told myself. "Just a few minutes…"

A/N: Wow, what was THAT? What's gonna happen to POOR LITTLE TWEEK? AND JUST WHAT DID CRAIG DO? If this weren't my own fanfic, I would probably be wondering these questions and MORE!

Just some notes I wanted to add about this chapter in case you're left confused and bewildered… And just to clarify in general…

Craig's one of those invisible bullies, you know, they pick on people, but the teachers JUST DON'T KNOW! And he's not like known for being a bully, unless he wants to be known, and he just picks on kids no one really cares about.

Tweek and Craig are not BEST FRIENDS, or anything like that. I'm not sure if they're even friends at this point, well, obviously they are, but they haven't gotten to the point of admitting it to each other.

Yes, I know Tweek isn't as twitchy as he was in any other Tweek starring fanfics you've read recently, or even on the show, but he ONLY has ADD according to the best of my knowledge, and so I'm just going to work on that. He isn't going to be doing hardcore drugs, or twitching like a broken vibrator in this story, even though he will have to control himself sometimes, since he's known for yelling and the like. I'm assuming that by this time he has quit the coffee, and even if he didn't, his body would be used to the caffeine, and wouldn't affect him as much. I know he's paranoid, but I don't believe he has schizophrenia either, because he doesn't hallucinate, and schizophrenics usually do. I just realistically don't think Tweek would be a cesspool of every mental disorder and all the drugs in the world… I'm not trying to turn anyone else's view of Tweek away or anything like that, so please don't get mad at me! It's just the way I see it, and you could try to argue with it if you're JUST that type of person, but I really don't care:D

And as ALWAYS, Please, PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE REVIEW! This is very important, as my soul lives off of the petty little reviews that you send my way. I am like a review vampire.