First of all, thanks to everyone that's reviewed so far, all your comments are appreciated. Also, I fixed it so that non-registered members can review, sorry about that being off earlier. That's about it for now, enjoy this new chapter and please review! As usual, I don't own the characters, that's Matt and Trey.

High School Life

Part 3: Party Time

By: TweekFan

Tweek had to shield his eyes from the sun, it was unusually bright for November in South Park. He looked over to his right and watched Craig for a moment. He was laying back in the grass with his eyes closed. His knees were folded up and he had crossed his right one over. Tweek couldn't tell if he was asleep or not, but he certainly did look like it. He rolled his head over to the other side and was startled to come face to face with Clyde. Clyde's eyes brightened when Tweek looked at him and a big smile graced his face causing him to squint ever so slightly. They sat looking into each other's eyes for at least a minute, neither saying a word.

"What are your dreams Tweek?" Clyde's eyes seemed to search over Tweek's for the answer, but found nothing.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Your dreams, it's not that hard. When you close your eyes at night what do you see?"

"I...I don't know" Tweek was utterly confused by all of this, what had gotten into Clyde? He glanced back over at Craig who had begun to snore softly, obviously he had fallen asleep. He returned his eyes to Clyde's, seeing something else in them this time. Suddenly Clyde leaned forward and placed his lips directly onto Tweek's. Tweek froze, he wasn't sure how to react to this at all. A million thoughts shot through his head at once. Suddenly one single thought polarized him, why hadn't he pulled back? Clyde suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back looking at Tweek momentarily. His smile returned along with a light blush over his cheeks. Clyde scooted back to his original spot and laid the back of his head onto the palms of his hands. Tweek sat there looking down at him, stunned that Clyde seemed so casual about this. He passed his tongue over his drying lips, tasting the Coke that Clyde had been drinking moments before.

Tweek shot up like a bolt, his chest heaving and his heart racing. He slammed his fist onto the alarm clock, silencing it's irritating buzzing. He looked around his own room confirming that it had been just a dream. He patted himself down as if he was frisking himself, checking that he had sustained no physical harm. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, He stretched his arms over his head and breathed a sigh of relief. He casually licked his lips, than froze. He could swear that his lips tasted like Coke.

Tweek moved through the halls in his usual fashion, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He shuffled into his first class and took his usual seat next to Craig.

"Hey Tweekers, how's it going?"

Tweek slowly looked up at him, forcing a smile on his face.

"What? You look kinda down buddy, something wrong?"

"No, just...school."

Craig raised an eyebrow "School hasn't started yet, what's it really?"

"Nothing, it's nothing"

"Tweek, you know that you can tell me anything right? So what is it? Parents? Money? ...Girls?"

Tweek felt his face and the tips of his ears heat up as the blush crept over his face.

"No Craig, it's not a girl. Can we just not talk about it?"

"Alright, but I guarantee you'd feel better if you just got it off your chest."

"I doubt that." Tweek muttered under his breath. Tweek pulled his textbook out as the teacher stepped up to the front of the classroom.

Sitting through an hour long lecture on Geometry is hell, especially if you have major problems paying attention. Tweek's mind didn't settle for the entire hour. No particular thoughts stuck with him, except for one distinct one. It was the clearest thought Tweek had in years actually. The dream. What did it mean? Did it mean anything? Dreams were crazy right? No, the dream didn't mean a single thing. It was just a dream, nothing more. His memory brought him back to the kiss. It was so clear in his mind, it was as if he was watching a movie. It was at the exact moment, that Clyde kissed him. It was as if he was there. He could smell the grass, feel the sun, hear the birds around them. He remembered the look in Clyde's eyes, but most of all he remembered the taste. The coke mingled with something else on his lips. Tweek couldn't place it, but he knew that it was probably the best taste he had ever encountered. Even better than a Jamaican roast Latte, and those were damn good. Tweek was stirred from his daydream when the bell rang, he had barely noticed the time going by.

Tweek exited the room after a quick goodbye to Craig. He shuffled down the hall, lost somewhere between his mind and reality. Suddenly he slammed into someone, knocking the books out of the person's hands. Tweek looked up right into the face of Brittany Lawrence, the best looking freshman girl, and the scowling face of her boyfriend. He quickly pushed past her and stepped right into Tweek's face.

"What the hell is your problem?"

"Uhm...I 'm sorry, I'm just..."

"A retard? Yeah, you're damn right you are." The burly upperclassmen growled as he took another step towards Tweek, forcing him against the lockers.

"Please, I didn't mean to." Tweek pleaded with the bully. He never even saw the fist that hit him in the stomach. He doubled over immediately, all breath gone from his body. He slowly straightened back up, to see Chad pulling his fist back. Tweek squeezed his eyes shut and tensed his body, preparing for the blow. He heard the impact, he heard the bones break, a broken nose for sure. He opened his eyes to see Chad staggering backwards. Craig stepped up to the older boy and shoved him back against the wall.

"Don't mess with my friends you worthless piece of shit." Craig snarled at him. Chad covered his bleeding nose and moaned in pain, slumping down to the floor against the lockers across from Tweek.

"C'mon Tweek, let's get out of here." Craig hooked his arm around Tweek's waist and pulled him down the hall, away from the scene. Tweek looked back over his shoulder as Brittany went running to her injured boyfriend and smiled as Craig flipped them the bird over his shoulder.

Tweek hated the night. Bad things happened at night, almost never anything good. He stood in front of his mirror examining himself. He looked pretty good if he did say so himself. His black shirt was buttoned and relatively smooth. His jeans fit perfectly, hugging him and hanging off him in all the right places. His hair was relatively smooth, which was amazing considering how unruly it normally was. He bounded downstairs when he heard the doorbell, grabbing his jacket on the way out.

"Later mom, I'm going to a movie with the guys!" He shouted on his way out. His mom started to say something but he already gone before two words escaped her mouth. He jogged down the path and got into the passenger seat of Clyde's Datsun 240Z. Clyde loved his car, to everyone else it was an old raggedy sports car. Clyde had some kind of attachment to the old Datsun, something nobody else understood.

"Hey there, ready to go?" Clyde asked looking over at Tweek.

Tweek rolled his eyes. "No, I just came out here to tell you to go on without me." Tweek smirked at him. Clyde put the car into reverse and backed out of the drive without another word, just a faint smile.

"So where's Craig?"

"Don't worry, he's meeting us there, he just needed to make a stop first." Clyde never took his eyes off the road to reply. Tweek continued looking at him before directing his eyes towards the floor of the car. They got to Kenny's in short time, South Park wasn't exactly a big town after all. They pulled in behind what was obviously Craig's Maxima, and walked up to the front door. Kenny answered the door, obviously he was drunk already. His speech slurred as he invited them in, sweeping his arm across the crowded living room. Clyde and Tweek quickly made their way through the crowd into the kitchen where Craig was standing, chatting with Stan Marsh.

Craig broke the talk when he saw the two of them approach.

"Hey Guys! How's it going? What took you so long?" Tweek and Clyde nodded their greeting towards Stan when they stopped in front of the two.

"What're you talking about Craig, it's only 10!" Craig smirked at Clyde, well you've already missed a whole lot of party. He handed them both glasses out of the fridge.

"Here you go guys, drink up!" Tweek investigated the dark fluid in the glass, not being much of a drinker he couldn't identify it immediately so he gave up and took a swig. He froze, he suddenly knew what it was. The taste if Coke was unmistakable, Craig had made his weaker and he barely tasted the liquor that also resided in the glass. Suddenly it hit him again, everything about his dream seemed to surround him. He quickly drank the rest of the drink, wanting to get it over with. His lips were sticky from the beverage, he shuddered as he licked them clean tasting the Coke on them. That was a sensation it seemed he was getting much too familiar with. He had barely noticed when Craig had taken his glass and refilled it with a comment about Tweek being a "champ".

When 3am rolled around, there was almost no one left in the house. Stan and Wendy sat one couch, very involved in a heavy make-out session. Craig and Clyde played cards on the coffee table with Kyle and Kenny. Craig had the remnants of the Rum in front of him. Clyde had long ago dropped the liquor in favor of simple beer that Kenny had offered him. Tweek was reclined on the couch, between Kyle and Clyde. He had drank about half the bottle of Rum tonight, leaving him very mellow and decidedly tired. The game ended, leaving Kenny and Kyle the victors. Everyone took a cheers and proceeded to finish off the drinks. Kenny got up and roused Stan and Wendy, moving them towards the door. Clyde handed Tweek his jacket and helped him up. Clyde put his arm around Tweek's waist to help support him, even though he really needed no help. Craig climbed into his Maxima and headed out for his own house. Clyde opened the door and lead Tweek into the seat, closing the door once he was sure that Tweek was fully inside.

The ride back to Tweek's was quiet, nothing except for Tweek's slightly labored breathing. The passing streetlights helping to make him even more tired, his eyelids were getting heavy. He opened his eyes when Clyde stopped the car in Tweek's driveway. He went around to the passenger side, taking Tweek's hand to help him out of the car. Clyde once again put his arm around Tweek's waist, leading him towards the front porch. Clyde turned Tweek to face him.

"You okay from here?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Clyde really." Than gave him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Tweek looked up at Clyde and saw the worry in his eyes.

"Clyde, you worry too much. I'm fine you worry wart." Clyde laughed lightly at this, looking down at his shoes. When he did look back up at Tweek, he looked him directly in the eyes. Tweek's breath caught, he had seen that look before. Clyde closed the distance between them, his lips making contact with Tweek's. Tweek hesitated, his mind screaming at him to wake up from the dream. He clenched his eyes shut and reopened them, but to no avail. Clyde broke off and opened his eyes. When he saw the expression on Tweek's face he bit the corner of his lip and quickly looked down

"Uhmm... I'll see you later Tweek." He said quickly and practically sprinted back to his car. Tweek just watched him as he backed out of the driveway and sped off down the street. Tweek tentatively stuck out his tongue to taste his lips. No Coke, this time, it was beer and that same taste from his dream. He pondered it for a moment, trying to figure out what he would've drank. Than it struck him, that taste was...Clyde. He licked his lips again, loving the taste. He fished the key out of his pocket and opened his door. H entered the dark house after a quick glance down the street that Clyde had disappeared down.

Gasp! They kissed! So there's that, hope you liked it!