Skeleton In The Closet
Chapter One : Deception and Morality
"You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you cannot fool all of the people all of the time."
Phineas T. Barnum
Craig William Tucker was thirteen when he discovered his boyfriend of three years, Tweek Tweak, was addicted to meth.
It was a chilly afternoon in the rocky mountains of Colorado where our story truly begins. In a small narrow-minded town by the name of South Park...
"I-I'm so sorry about the date Craig," Tweek stuttered as his hand gripped tightly to my own.
"Its no big deal babe. We can always just reschedule."
It was just another ordinary day in the quiet, red-neck, po-dunk, white-trash, mountain town of South Park. Currently two homosexual boys by the name of Tweek and Craig were walking side by side, their hands were linked together as they walked.
"Craig, ughk, you don't have to come with me," Tweek yelped loudly beside me, his other hand was pulling nervously at his shirt.
"Tweek its okay I don't mind 'sides I don't have anything better to do anyways," I explained in my nasally monotone voice.
It was the truth. I had planned on taking Tweek on a date to the movies today but, thanks to Mr. Tweak, our date was ruined. I had had everything systematically formulated. I would pick Tweek up from work at three. From there I would take him to a late lunch at McDonalds and then take him to get some coffee. Afterwards I would take him to the movies, yawn loudly, and put my arm around his shoulder like Clyde taught me, and finally I would score a kiss. After the movie was over I'd get Tweek one more coffee and have him home before nine. Perfect.
What I hadn't counted on was Tweeks dad to send him on an errand for the store all the way across town. As soon as I had gotten to Tweek Bros Coffee shop my spaz of a boyfriend was already getting ready to leave. I figured at least I'd still get to spend time with him and I'd be getting brownie points if I offered to go with.
"So, wheres this important errand you're suppose to pick up at anyways," I asked casually.
I didn't want to seem too pushy but in all honestly I just wanted to spend some alone time with my boyfriend. The quicker we got this dumb errand done the quicker I could scrap together any resemblance of a date. Not that I'd admit this to anyone but i had actually been really looking forward to our date. I had been watching sappy movies looking for inspiration on how to whoo Tweek and make tonights date the best date a thirteen year old could.
"Its just up here," Tweek squeaked.
Up here just so happened to be the ghetto of South Park. I felt Tweek begin to shake like a Chihuahua next to me and instantly felt on edge. What kind of errands would Tweek need to pick up here? I saw drunks stumbling around the streets in broad day light. Homeless people laying around and digging through trash and stray, possibly feral animals, running amuck. Why would Tweeks parents send him to a place like this alone. Fuck that.
"I don't like it here," I announced quietly.
Tweek turned to me and mumbled, "Ack! Y-You get use to it after a couple of years."
"A couple of years," I said this monotonically but it had an edge of disbelief and anger to it.
Well as much as I could manage that is.
Finally after what felt like forever we stopped outside the house of none other than that douchebag Kenny McCormick.
"Kenny's house," I said in disgust, "What the hell are we doing here!"
It was no secret that I had an intense dislike for my school yard rival Stan Marsh, and my distaste also extended to his fucked up friends. Kenny McCormick just so happened to be one of those friends.
Tweek just muttered to himself in paranoia as he led me past broken down cars and empty beer bottles to the front door. Once we were at the door I could hear people screaming and the sound of glass shattering inside. Distantly I heard the sound of someone crying too. Unconsciously I gripped my boyfriends hand tighter. Ready to protect him if anything went wrong. Tweek seemed completely unfazed by all of this though and calmly knocked on the door. And after a few split seconds the blonde bovine by the name of Kenny McCormick answered the door.
"H-Hey Kenny I'm here for the p-pick up," Tweek muttered as he lifted one hand to his hair and pulled sharply.
"Hey Tweek its over here," Kenny motioned as he stepped outside of his house and headed to the back.
Wordlessly Tweek and I followed Kenny to his back yard and stopped at a small kitchen looking place. There were propane tanks and coffee filters scattered everywhere along with random light bulbs and broken glass. Something about this place and situation seemed wrong to me but Tweek and Kenny seemed perfectly fine.
Bending down Kenny grabbed a sack of flour? I think its flour. And handed it to Tweek. In return Tweek pulled out a white envelope with money sticking out of it and handed it to Kenny. Kenny than pulled said money out and counted it all. I felt like I was seeing something I shouldn't be seeing but I couldn't look away. Something was wrong here. Something was terribly wrong here. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what that something was though. It was causing an eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt sick.
After that whole exchange ended I picked up Tweeks package for his parents (hello picture perfect boyfriend here) and walked him all the way home.
"Tweek what is this stuff," I asked my boyfriend as I jostled the bag currently thrown over my shoulder.
"I-I don't know man only my parents do," Tweek screamed.
"Okay," I replied back.
Finally we made it back to Tweeks house and I carried the package inside. Tweeks dad greeted us with a warm smile and a cup of hot coffee for Tweek. He offered me some but I kindly declined. I didn't care much for coffee anyways.
"Hey Mr. Tweak whats in the bag over there," I asked once I had taken a seat next to Tweek at the kitchen table.
Tweek was shakily sipping his coffee with one hand and his other was laced in mine. It was adorable. He was in his own little blissful world. Mr. Tweak on the other hand seemed suddenly very tense.
"Oh its just a special vanilla extract we use to boost the flavor of our coffee," Tweeks dad explained to me.
"Oh," I said blandly, "That makes sense."
After a few minutes Tweek walked me to his front door where he squeezed my hand and kissed my cheek.
"Thank you for coming with me," Tweek whispered.
His big blue eyes were starring into me and I felt my heart pick up speed.
" Y-Yeah of course babe," I stuttered out.
What the hell was wrong with me. I never stutter. Giving Tweeks hand one more quick squeeze I turned around swiftly and headed out the door. My face had been rapidly heating up and I needed to feel the frost bitten breeze. Once I had reached the yard I heard the door open one last time and turned around. Tweeks father stood on the porch watching me intently.
"You're a smart kid Craig," Tweeks dad said, his voice no longer sounded the same.
"You make Tweek happy and you're good for business, I'd hate to see all of that go to waste if you gave out our family's little secret recipe. Just keep it to yourself son," after his speech he turned back around and headed inside.
Looking up I saw Tweeks mom starring down at me from the upstairs window. I couldn't read her expression but I knew it was something evil. Turning back around I ignored the prickling feeling of someone watching me as my heart beat sped up for a completely different reason than Tweeks cuteness.
Something wasn't right. Something seemed dangerous and I just couldn't put my finger on it. Tweeks parents weren't acting normal. They were acting weirder than usual and more cold and distant. It all started with that weird bag and whatever the fuck it was I was going to figure it the fuck out if it was the last thing I did. My thoughts went straight to Tweek than and I felt a small smile pulling at my lips at the thought of my spastic boyfriend. We had been dating for three years and I finally wanted to take the next big step in our relationship and kiss Tweek on the lips. Not the cheek or forehead or nose. The lips. Just thinking about it was giving me butterflies and had my face going bright pink.
Soon, I thought, soon.
But first things first I was going to figure out what that fucking bag was. Little did I know my naive and childish innocence would set off a domino effect which would ruin everything I'd ever worked hard for. But I've never been one to back down from a fight and I'd sure as hell fight for Tweek.
Isn't that what you do when you love someone?