A/N: Thanks alot for the reviews guys! Yeah, I thought it would be fun to do a story from Tweeks POV and get into that paraniod little brain of his ;D Anyways, enjoy the next chapter everyone!

Lunch Table Chatter

"God, this line looks longer ever damn day…" I mumbled, eyeing up the lunch line. I hate having to wait in line for coffee so much. So many horrible memories at Starbucks… man, I just wanna go sit down at the table with the guys. Oh God- was that a housefly I just saw come out of the french fries?! Oh Jesus!

It was just about then that Kevin, that part Chinese kid I've been classmates with since elementary, plowed into me.

"Umph! Kevin? What the hell?" I squawked.

"Fuck… Oh, sorry Tweek," he replied, obviously pissed off.

"What's the matter?" I asked, twitching hard. I need my damn coffee…

"Some stupid kids from Conifer keep asking me questions about my mom. They keep saying she had an affair with Cartman's mom and I'm Cartman's half fucking brother, for Christ's sake!" He said madly.

"Uggh…" I moan, tilting my head back and slapping my palm to my forehead. "Dude, don't you get fucking sick of the gossip that goes on in this retarded school?"

"Yeah, but what're you gonna do," he sighed. "No offence, but I'm just glad I'm not in your guys' group of friends."

I ran one of my hands through my hair anxiously. "Why?"

"There're so many rumors about you guys! And recently… well, if you don't know…"

"Ngh- just say it, Kevin…" I groan, twitching and glancing down towards the table I usually eat with my friends. Stan and Kyle were sitting across from each other like usual, with Kenny putting his arm around Stan and gesturing as he told another story, and Cartman next to Kenny inhaling his lunch… Clyde sat next to Kyle on the other side, smiling and probably saying something perverted to Kyle while he stared into his textbook and rolled his pencil between his fingers, and… Craig was sitting across from Cartman, them laughing about some retarded joke like usual, as Craig pulled off his blue hoodie to reveal one of my favorite shirts… on him...

Kevin looked around, and faced me again, looking down. "I'll tell you later," he simply said, and with that ran after Pip.

"Wait! Kevin, you asshole!" I yell, chasing him for a few steps. Sigh... I wonder what it was he was trying to get out…

Screw it, I thought as I turned around. It was then I realized…

I'd lost my place in line.

"NOOOO!"

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The guys at the table all looked up from their food, or homework in Kyle's case, as I planted myself next to Craig and banged my head down on the hard plastic. Ow…

"What's wrong, buddy?" I hear Craig say, as I feel a familiar hand grip my shoulder. I twitched violently at that and slowly raised my head to face my best friend. Damnit, he knew how to get a reaction out of me… or maybe he didn't do that on purpose. Maybe he's just… AUGH. No more thinking.

I turn my head so my eyes meet Craig's. They look so warm… like two cups of smooth, hot… steamy… coffee… delicious…

Craig's eyebrows rise curiously and I snap back to reality. My eyes widened while I found some words to say. "Oh, uh, I didn't get my damn coffee! That asshat Kevin messed up my place in line, and I wasn't about to go stand at the back again!" I said, angrily.

"Lame," Craig said, with a sympathetic expression on. He took a sip from his bottle of juice and smacked his lips. I sure wish I was that bottle of concord grape juice right now…

I mean, I wish I had some… juice… or something…

I buried my face in my hands and groaned. Why am I such a douche bag lately?

"Just wait until lunch is almost over and get some then." Craig continued.

"Dude, it'll be cold by then!" I said with disdain.

"You just need the caffeine, dude," Stan said from the corner of the table, grinning.

"Urgh… whatever…" I said tiredly, quitting on the conversation. I rested my head on the table once again and began rifling through my pockets. Locating my crappy little iPod shuffle, I switched it on and stuck an ear bud in my ear during the process.

I felt my awareness rise when I felt Craig's hand reach into my pocket and retrieve the other ear bud. Rolling my head over, I look up at him, to have him smile warmly at me and stick the other ear bud in his ear opposite of mine. I felt my face flush and looked away. Goddamn…

"Eric!"

Alert from the loud voice, I stared ahead of me to see a blonde much happier than myself plop down next to Cartman. It was Butters, of course. Who else?

"Hello, Butters…" Cartman said, rolling his eyes.

"Gee whiz, those damn girls never stop talking! I thought I wouldn't even get a chance to come over and say hi to my best friend!" He went on happily, closing his eyes and grinning in Cartman's face.

All the guys laughed at that, and I smiled.

"Goddamn it Butters, will you stop being so fruity for one second?" Cartman said as his face flushed.

"Sorry, Eric," Butters said, putting on his cute face. "Are you still gonna come over for fondue at my place tonight?"

"Are you kidding? How could I possibly miss fondue?" Cartman said, dropping his fork. "I better save room for all the cheesy goodness… and the chocolate…" he said, almost dreamily. I thought the fatass was gonna start drooling then and there.

"I'll eat what's left then!" Kenny piped up, grabbing Cartman's lunch tray. That kid's like a hyena when it comes to food… or cash…

The other guys at the table kept talking as I clicked through my songs. I need some new ones… I need some new underwear, too. The gnomes seriously took two more pairs last night. I need my shirt back from Craig's place, too… I need Craig…

Craig's hand reached into my pocket once more and took the iPod right out of my fingers. A wave of warmth washed over me and I felt the hairs on my neck stand up. I twitched and began to shake slightly, and sat up straight to look at my iPod thief.

"You're so damn indecisive, dude," Craig said, as he picked a song and placed the device on the table. "Damnit Cartman, you never prank called Elvis from the future for fuck's sake! Stop lying!" Craig said, turning back to Cartman. I turned my gaze over to Cartman as well, feeling flustered.

"I did too you black asshole! There was nothing else to do since I couldn't hook up my Wii to the float screen!" Cartman retorted angrily. Butters started wringing his hands together.

"Speaking of black assholes, where's Token?" Craig said, off topic.

"I dunno. I think he went to sit with Aymie and her femnazi friends," Clyde said, not looking away from his pasta salad.

"Well, here comes one of them," Kyle said, closing his textbook and glancing at Stan.

Wendy was striding towards Kenny, as Clyde started drooling at her swaying hips in her tight denim skirt.

Kenny continued wolfing down parts of everyone's lunch, when Wendy leaned down and gave Kenny a quick hug from behind.

Kenny half choked on a piece of questionable meat and tilted his head back to see his surprise hugger, and smiled widely. "Hi Wends! What's up?" he said charmingly.

"I wanna tell you something quickly! You won't believe it!" She said excitedly, and ushered Kenny towards one of the cafeteria doorways.

I blinked and followed them with my eyes, wondering what's being passed around now.

"Damnit Cartman, a drum-playing monkey never taught you how to spell in elementary school, you fat sack of shit!" Craig said angrily.

"It did fucking so asshole! Kyle saw it, didn't you Jew boy?" Cartman said, turning to Kyle.

"Uhhh…" Kyle said, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Oh wait, no, no you were too busy making sweet love to some nerdy home schooled chick. She had a huge stretched out vagina, if I remember correctly," Cartman said, with a smug tone of voice. I twitched and stared back at Kyle, as me and the rest of the guys watched the argument unravel.

"Shut the fuck up, Cartman! You don't know shit!" Kyle yelled back, as Stan rolled his eyes at the typical reaction of his best friend.

"Yes, yes she did! I remember! Was it like throwing a hot dog down a hallway, Kyle?"

"I'll kick your ass, Cartman!"

"You can't kick a softball, Jew boy!"

Just as Kyle began getting up, Kenny returned to the table with a big grin on his face; the kind of grin accompanied by a juicy bit of fresh gossip. Thank God; it was always so much pressure to have everyone crowd around and watch Cartman and Kyle duke it out.

"Well, what did Wendy say, dude?" Stan asked the moment his friend sat back down.

"Yeah! Tell us, Kenny!" Clyde said excitedly.

"It's pretty good. And it's totally true!" Kenny said

"What?" Stan and Clyde said in unison.

I frowned and lowered my eyelids. I looked down at the table where my coffee should be, wishing he was there. I mean, the coffee was there... I realized then, that there was a big fat spider running for its life towards my iPod, and my eyes shot wide open.

"GAHH! Oh, God!" I yelled as I attempted to stand, but failed and fell backwards into the table behind me instead.

"Owww… Oh, God. Sorry!" I said frantically to the people behind me, and sat back down to the table of laughing assholes.

"You're such a spazz, Tweek!" Kyle said through laughs.

"Dude, you need to relax!" Clyde said, smiling widely.

I adjusted myself in my seat and glanced at Craig, who had an amused lop-sided grin on his face. I'm such a lame wad! Good freaking God…

"Jesus, Tweek. Are you okay?" he asked me smoothly.

"Ngh- yeah I'm fine…" I replied, twitching a couple times. Why. Why did that HAVE to happen? Why do I even…

"You sure?" he said, in a more concerned tone. "Tell you what, I'll buy your coffee for you before we go to English okay?" he offered, as he raised his hand and ruffled my hair.

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Uh, really? Okay… sure," I replied, glancing back at the lunch line. It was pretty much non existent now, but I knew Craig wanted to hear what Kenny had to say; before I had interrupted him with my little show, that is.

Kenny finally stopped laughing at me and wiped his eyes. "Ah, Tweek. You're amazing," he said, smiling. "Anyways. Like I was saying… you know how Red made a move on Bebe or something last week and now everyone thinks she's gay?"

"Uh huh, uh huh," Clyde said anxiously.

"Well… guess who just asked Red out because of the rumor?"

"…Bebe?" Clyde ventured curiously, as all the other guys including myself focused on Kenny.

"No, but Bebe's apparently cool with the whole thing. Heidi Turner asked Red out. On a date. And Red fucking said yes!!"

"Oh my God!" Stan said, eyes wide.

"Holy crap!" Kyle blurted out.

"That is so hot!" Clyde said, smiling like nuts.

"Wow…" I said, a little quieter than all the other guys. Now THAT was a juicy bit of information! I looked at Craig to see him darting his eyes from guy to guy with his mouth slightly gaping. He seemed pretty shocked too.

"What a flaming dyke!" Cartman yelled out, gaining stares from surrounding tables.

"Shut the fuck up, Eric!" Kenny said in Cartman's face. "Wendy didn't want me telling too many people right away!"

"That sure worked out, Ken" Stan said.

"Just think, fellas, if that rumor about Red never got started, Heidi would have never done that!" Butters said.

"How do you know?" Cartman asked.

"I'm friends with Heidi. She told me that herself!" Butters said, smiling.

"YOU KNEW?" a few of the guys said together.

"Well yeah, fellas. Gosh, I couldn't have said anything though! She would've killed me!" Butters said, rubbing his thumbs together.

"Man. You think you know people… then stuff like this happens!" Clyde said, still smiling.

Clyde was right. It was pretty interesting, sometimes… the outcome of the rumors around here. They can ruin a person, or help them immensely. But one thing that's for sure is that they get people thinking. They open up possibilities… they bring things into peoples… awareness…

As I mused on the effects of gossip, I noticed Kyle and Stan both play with their hair and look around at the same time after Clyde's statement. Oh, jeez… more things to wonder about. My mind never rested for a second.

"That's pretty intense," Craig finally said. He and Clyde were both sitting upright to try and get a glance at the girls table.

I absent mindedly stared at my best friend. We'd been friends for so long… we'd gotten pretty close over the years. He meant more to me than any of these guys… He really seemed to care about me.

Feeling really strange all of the sudden, I looked away from Craig and over at the girls table. I'd been getting butterflies in my stomach staring at Craig. At that point in time, the bell rung once more and people started getting up and going to their next classes. Time for English with Craig. I don't know what to think anymore…

Besides the fact that I still need my fucking coffee.

A/N: Oh, my. :o Poor, poor Tweekie. What shall happen next to our spazzy little friend? Stay tuned!

or something XD

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