In my opinion, this chapter isn't the best. But it's a little more light-hearted than some of the previous, so there's a plus. The second half of this chapter I actually wrote from my Creative Writing class last year, and I ended up really falling in love with the concept and thought, 'What the hell, why not put this in the actual story?' so I did.

Chapter Six: Misadventures in a Shitty Town

We were sitting in the restroom of a local grocery store in the stall that was made for the handicapped. My back was against the wall with my knees brought close to my chest wrapped up inside my oversized sweater. The knitted fabric rubbed on my bare legs which were in the shortest shorts I just received from Red only a few days prior. Across from me, I stared back to Tweek who had his legs sprawled before him and crossed at the ankles. Luckily for us, these stalls actually touched the ground so if anyone were to go into the one on the side, they wouldn't notice Tweek's butt on the ground. We were whispering to each other even though hardly anyone else came into the space during the hour we've been inside so far.

I wrapped my arms around my knees and set my arms on top of them while I listened to Tweek go on about the up-and-coming choir concert for the Christmas Holiday. He wanted me to go, there was no doubt about that. But to think about the fact that'd I'd more than likely be sitting alone in the school auditorium surrounded by several people who could not stand me for whatever reason it may be, just made me uneasy. His parents never went to any of his concerts in the past – they were usually too busy working at the coffee shop. I think it disappointed Tweek that his parents were more interested in their business than their son's greatest passion. He never really said much about it, but by the look on his face, I usually could tell that was it.

At one point I heard Tweek mention the fact they were going to sing a song that was a both a mix of English and Hebrew and I lifted my head from my knees narrowing my eyes towards him. No doubt did that have to do with the one and only Sheila Broflovski who thought the few Jewish people in town needed some sort of recognition to the Christmas Concert.

"Say something to me in Hebrew." I demanded smirking as I did so.

Tweek put a hand to his hair to lightly pull on it. "I may not be pronouncing it correctly but, Chag Sameach is what we say at the end of the song. I think it means something along the lines of 'Happy Holidays' but I really wasn't listening to the bitch as she went into detail about it."

"That is such bullshit!" I laugh, covering my mouth with my hands to hide my braces

"Yeah well, that's Mrs. Broflovski for you."

Sheila Broflovski was one person you did not want to mess with in the town of South Park. She's the mother to Kyle Broflovski who just so happens to be in the same grade as Tweek and I and also, another person not to mess with. I usually didn't have a problem with Kyle, he mainly stuck near Stan Marsh and every once in awhile Kenny, making him the last individual to introduce from that foursome. I truly wouldn't have any sort of confrontation with Kyle until later in my junior year of high school when we sat next to each other in English. He actually has a huge part in that time period of my life. It was a rocky one that's for sure.

As Tweek went on to say other small phrases in Hebrew which literally sounded like he was going to hack something up, the restroom door opened and heels could be heard clicking on the tile.

Another reason as to why we were just sitting on the floor in a handicap stall is because I accidentally walked into the women's restroom with Tweek close on my trails to tell this small tidbit. But before we could leave, one of the toilets flushed and we quickly ran into the biggest stall to hide from whoever would walk out, and we just haven't left the area since.

Tweek was really working on trying to pronounce the proper h sound, while I stared at him with my hand still over my mouth to cover up all the laughing I was doing. Moments later, there was a knock on our stall, and I noticed black stiletto heels just peeking under the small space underneath the door.

"Are you all right in there?"

I tried really hard to hold in my laughter but it got to the point that I spit out through my lips and made this sort of pffft sound onto my hand, and just lost it after that. Tweek took one glance at me, with my saliva all over the palm of my hand and he was laughing along as well, tilting his head back onto the stall divider. I watched as the heels on the other side slightly wavered, and the left one started to tap the toes on the tile.

"What the hell is going on in there?"

In attempt to control my laughter, I breathed heavily through my mouth and once I got enough of it controlled I cleared my throat and tried to make my voice an octave higher.

"Just a little complication don't worry about me." I added a short laugh afterwards to make it seem like everything was fine. All during this Tweek was still making noise clutching the sides of his stomach.

I watched as her heels went inward to a pigeon toe structure. "It sounds like there's two of you in there."

I bit into my hand for a moment before responding with, "Oh, that's just my child. Don't mind him."

"Oh - well. All right."

And the heels disappeared only to enter the stall next to us. As I listened to the zipper of her clothing echo in the space, I quickly stood up, and grabbed Tweek's hand to pull him with me. "Let's go." I whispered. Unlocking the door, Tweek turned around for a moment to flush the toilet then we both darted from the stall and out towards the hallway sectioned off from the grocery store.

Finally in the clear, an old lady just happened to be near the women's entrance as we were existing and the moment I noticed how wide her eyes were, I took to a sprint towards the nearest grocery aisle.

I ended up running into the bread section, with my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath. I heard pounding footsteps in the distance and when I turned around to see Tweek darting my way, I straightened out and ran to the aisle beside ours.

I could hear him yelling, "Goddamn it, C." and I let out a loud chuckle. I happened to now be in the international foods section. Looking off to the side, I reached for the closet item that wouldn't break and as soon as I heard footsteps behind me once again, I quickly turned around, chucking a packet of instant noodles, which landed right in their chest.

"What the fuck?"

I froze with my hand still out before me, because the voice definitely belong to Tweek. Who I thought to be the blonde I was running from actually turned out to be an employee of the store, with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.

"What the fuck are you doing?" The lady obviously had no problem yelling profanities in her work place.

Hands wrapped around my torso in attempt to pull me back. I think at one point I even stopped breathing, but as I turned to face the person touching me, I came to find it was Tweek. He had a large smile on his face which almost made me think the situation was all right. When his hands left my mid-section and one of them wrapped around my wrist, he started to pull me away from the scene with the employee yelling in the background. She kept repeating the same demand of "Come back" but by the time we reached the front of the store and she wasn't heard in the distance anymore, I figured we were fine. I walked through the automatic sliding doors with Tweek no longer holding onto me.

Outside it was hotter than hell, but that may have also been due to the fact I was wearing a knit sweater and was just running throughout a grocery store. Grabbing the bottom of the sweater, I swiftly pulled the article over my head, revealing a simple black t-shirt that was covered in various bleach stains. I held onto the sleeves to tie the garment over my waist, then smiled up to Tweek who was right by my side.

"I think I almost pissed myself back then.

"We were sitting in a bathroom stall for hours, C. You could have just done it then."

Punching him lightly in the arm, I followed with leaning into him while an arm wrapped around my side. We were aimlessly walking throughout the parking lot, basically just circling around each and every car parked until the sun began slowly beam down and I challenged Tweek to a race to my house.

"You're on, Tucker."

I pushed him out of reach, immediately taking off. These were the types of instances I liked to happen. Where they were carefree and not once did I have an encounter with an individual who had a say in how I looked. I wish I could say there were a lot of time like these but that would be a lie. If anything, until at least the age of nineteen, there were only about a handful of good ones.

In the mid-summer between the years of ninth and tenth grade, Tweek and I made a bet to jump off a bridge that resided in the outskirts of town. Beneath the bridge was a small creek with plenty of huge rocks on either side. Even though it was only about 10 feet above the ground, the thought of actually jumping off and possibly committing a double-suicide scared me. To be somewhat reasonable, I don't even remember our true intention for deciding upon it.

I dressed for the occasion by wearing a black camisole tank-top I stole from Ruby and shorts ending a tad above my knees. Wrapped around my figure, as well as concealing it from the outside world, was a yellow raincoat I found in my mother's closet. I wasn't wearing any shoes nor socks on my feet. I didn't see the point in ruining a air if we were just going to dive into the water anyways.

We didn't have a ride to the location, partially because we didn't want either of our parents to ask why we were going to a bridge outside of South Park, so instead we walked there. It wasn't anything too trudging, just about a mile from Tweek's house. I remember the two of us taking about anything and everything that came to mind, but not once did either of us mention what we were about to do, I think it had to do with the fact that we were scared about the possible outcome and also didn't want to psyche ourselves out, I was determined to get it over with and I think Tweek was as well.

By the time we reached the bridge, the sun was beginning to set. The orange and yellow hues hit the water that was streaming below the structure making it look prettier than it was actually was.

"Do you want to do a count off or have myself push you then I jump after?"

The question struck me as odd. I knew there was no way Tweek would be able to push me off the bridge, so instead of answering to whatever option I wanted I simply tore off my yellow raincoat and began to climb onto the wall of the structure. Behind me, I could hear Tweek asking what I was doing, but wasn't it obvious? I was doing exactly what we said we would.

There was a blow of wind I felt that I hadn't when I was on the ground. Looking down below, I noticed the current of the creek and how it slowly flowed downwards with any sort of strong force. There were more rocks than water,the substance would hardly catch my falling body.

Looking back, I glanced down to Tweek. He stood in a warm knitted sweater that reminded me of fall, with his arms crossed over his chest and his hair freely blowing in the wind. There was a look of worry plastered upon his face, and I carefully turned my body so that I was facing him full view.

"There's not enough water, I don't think I can do this." I called down towards him.

"Then what are you waiting for? Come down from there."

Peering over my shoulder, I took one last look to the creek below the bride. I couldn't take anything else in but the rocks, and just how jagged they were. I imagined there being a more than half chance of hitting my head against one of them, quickly bleeding out.

"This was a complete waste of time," I muttered while jumping off the wall. My feet slapped onto the cement below and it took everything within me not to cry out. Tweek was picking up my raincoat from the ground, handing it off to me. I'm pretty sure I looked idiotic wearing the piece of clothing on a day when rain wasn't in the forecast. Wrapping the synthetic yellow leather back around my torso, I then grabbed Tweek's hand holding onto it tightly, beginning to pull him behind me as I made my way off the bridge.

"I assume we're going home then…"

"No." We were now on the road and I turned off of it into the grass and down towards the creek. The grass was slightly wet underneath my feet, strays of it slipping between my toes in which I quietly laughed to myself, tugging even harder on Tweek's arm.

Now that we were up close to the creek, I noticed just how disgusting the water was. Not that the colour was off, because as I stated earlier it was a vibrant blue shade, but the water gave off a displeasing smell and I noticed small bits of trash I hadn't when I was standing over it. Dropping Tweek's hand, I jogged over to the nearest rock, stepping onto it to feel just how jagged it was. Then I jumped into the water, it splashed around my feet in a sloppy way, hitting my bare legs, almost touching my shorts. Behind me Tweek didn't move from the same spot as when I broke away from him. Instead, he stood back and watched as I kicked around in the creek water gaining as much enjoyment as I could muster. I continued to do so until eventually I slipped on the texture of the ground, resulting in my falling forward. I yelled out an 'Oh fuck' before I came crashing down onto some of the rocks. Immediately a sharp pain hit the side of my right calf and Tweek called out:

"Jesus Christ C, you're bleeding!"

And sure enough, being washed away in the water was my blood, bringing a new rusted hue to the creek. . I groaned wrapping my fingers around my newly found wound. I just couldn't seem to be without cuts and scrapes at all in my life. The blood continued to drift into the creek water, and whenever it splashed against the cut, it stung. I glanced back to Tweek who had his hand over his mouth. I didn't think the wound was that bad, but he hasn't seen some of the other's I've endured in the past, so this was new to him.

"Fuck. Think you can walk?"

The question was mumbled but I still understood the gist. I let go of my calf then set my palms onto one of the rocks I was sitting on. Once in a bent over position, (in which I really didn't feel too comfortable in because one: my shorts were sticking to my ass due to the water and two: bending over in general is just weird) the pain in the laceration seemed to get worse now that I was putting pressure onto it. But I still straightened out and attempted to crawl over the rocks.

This whole situation was just a bad idea to begin with. We never should have decided to come out the bridge in the first place, but hey, trying tell us that when the idea was fresh in our minds. I think what we expected was for there to be more water in the creek than there actually was, and in that case, then the water would be able to catch out fall. But not once did we think about the possibility of rocks surrounding the area. I wish instead of standing outside soaked in water and becoming cold from the sensation, I was wrapped up in the contents of my bedsheets with a pillow over my head, dead asleep.

We started to trek back towards Tweek house and that's when I remembered it was about a miles distance there. Stopping in my tracks, I put my face in the palms of the hands and screamed loudly. Tweek was a little ahead of me and he jumped from the sudden shock. I let my arms fall to my sides then glanced up to the sky exclaiming, "This fucking sucks." Then proceeded with the journey back to the house.