Chapter Eight

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"Go away Tweek. This seat's taken", Stan spat as he lifted his arm to point towards the empty seat next to him. Before Tweek could protest Kyle hurriedly rushed past him, and jumped onto the seat that Stan had been guarding for him. With a rejected sigh, Tweek continued down the aisle. Almost the entirety of the class had surrendered and given Mr Garrison their slip saying they would go to the Appreciation Camp, and now, here we were... all sardined together, getting prepared to be drove to the camp by Mr Garrison himself, (purely as the previous school bus driver had mysteriously disappeared just before my arrival in the town). Every now and then, I'd feel the piercing glares from my classmates. They were obviously still very bitter about the fact that they had been sentenced to this trip for mine and Cartman's antics. Worse of all, was the fact that Cartman had managed to skip the trip altogether due to the beating he recieved from Craig. Oh how I wished to be in place, so that I could avoid this stupid trip altogether.

Tweek twitched violently due to being shoved out of the way by Kyle and hurried down the aisle to find a seat next to someone. Anyone. He was desperate not to be sat alone. Apparently Tweek had some issues he needed to work out of his system. One issue for example was the fact that he hated to be on his own when travelling in a vehicle. Well... I guess that's normal for almost anyone, but Tweek really HATED being sat on his own. Supposedly, he goes super paranoid and it- It just doesn't go well. I was being told all this by Craig who for some reason had pulled me into the chair next to his. I purely guessed that he didn't want to be stuck up sitting by Tweek or Butters who Mr Garrison was still waiting for. Or maybe he was just grateful that I hadn't told on him about the whole 'punching-Cartman-in-the-face' fiasco. I didn't care what the reason actually was however. Being dragged to sit by Craig was a lot better than get the shit kicked out of you by Craig. I still religiously kept on my guard though. I wasn't entirely pleased with being sat next to him. Infact I was terrified. I didn't want to be sat next to a bully for the next hour and half... even if he did seem fractionally more friendly and open than our previous encounters.

"I had a fight with him once", Craig informed me out of nowhere as he continued to stare at the chair in front of him, little emotion showing through his stony face.

"W-Who?", I asked, my voice cracking slightly.

"Tweek". His nasally voice faltered for a bit when he let out what seemed to be some sort of reminiscient chuckle.

"Really?", I asked more to myself than to him. I turned on my seat to look for Tweek himself, and noticed that he was sat towards the back of the bus on his own. Great. Now I'd get to see whether Craig was telling the truth about Tweek losing his shit. I wasn't sure whether I was thrilled or devestated by that news. On the one side, if he had an outburst it would make the bus trip that little bit more enjoyable... but on the other hand, Tweek was one of three people that had actually given me a chance and befriended me. I turned back to Craig who nodded slightly to my earlier question. "How come?".

"Something stupid about shoving Stripe up my ass", he mumbled in monotone, as if the thing he had just said was a normal thing to say. I scrunched my nose at his sentence, and chose to ignore asking who on Earth had spread that, or why for that matter.

"Oh, Stripe...", with the mention of the name Craig turned to face me, looking at me accusingly. It was as if he was subliminarily warning me to not say anything out of line. "That's your Hamster right?". He smiled, obviously noticing that I wasn't going to insult him or his beloved pet.

"Guinea Pig actually", he hummed. "Cartman told me Tweek said I shove him up my butt so we had a fight".

"Oh. So Cartman said it? Why am I not surprised?". All I received in return was another chuckle. This one seemed more friendly than the previous one he had emitted.

"GAH!-Oh Jesus!".

I turned back around on my seat to look at Tweek who currently had clumps of his hair clamped into his hands. His one eye was spasming uncontrolably, and his teeth were clicking away. So this was what he was going to be like for the next hour or so. I had now decided whether I was thrilled or devestated by the fact I got to see him lose his nut. I was devestated. I had originally thought that Tweek would just be messing around and that his outburst would stem from wanting some more attention and not stem for actual insecurites and the such... but it turned out that he was actually getting severely paranoid at the fact he was sat on his own. With a sharp tug on his own hair, he made a yipping noise which caused Bebe to stare at him curiously from a couple seats behind me. Hesitantly, I held my hand on the side of my seat and began to lift myself to my feet. Before my feet could actually reach the floor however, Craig was staring at me with a 'holier-than-thou' emotion smeared over his face.

"Where-", he angrily started before mentally forcing himself to stop and begin his question again in a more tolerant tone. "Where are you going?". I shuffled my hands awkwardly.

"I'm g-going to err... Sit by Tweek because he's acting strange".

"That is normal for Tweek", he reasoned. I guessed this was probably true.

"I- I know. But I w-want to make sure he's okay", Craig looked at me, obviously wanting a bit more of an explanation. "I- err... He's my friend. You K-know? ...and I don't want to just leave my fr-friend on his own". The fear of getting bet up for ditching Craig to sit by Tweek was probably evident, but seriously... Could you blame me?

"Well aren't we friends?", he asked simply. A small smile was on his face, not enough of a smile to show he was in a good mood, but enough of a smile to show that he probably wasn't going to hit me out of rage. The smile on his face just seemed normal, as if he found asking someone he had not long ago bet up if they were friends, a normal thing to do. The thing was, the look on his face truly showed that he expected me to say yes.

"Y-you. Err. You bet me up", I quivered nervously as I rubbed my arm. He frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry about that", his nasally voice interjected as he took off his Chullo hat to inspect it for traces of snow.

"It's... It's okay", I mumbled cautiously.

"Great", He chuckled to himself before holding his free hand out. "Friends?". I looked at his hand pointedly, before inspecting his face. It seemed innocent and truthful enough, so I was hoping that this wasn't just some scam he had thought up to both embarrass and hurt me further. Reluctantly I grabbed his hand and shook it.

"Ye-Yeah. Friends". With my answer he smiled once more, before turning on his seat to speak to Clyde and Token who had unnoticeably been sitting right behind us this whole time.

"Hurry up Nathan. It's bad enough that we're waiting for Butters, isn't that right Mr Hat?", Mr Garrison quipped as he boarded the bus. I jumped at his voice and rushed down the aisle before he could begin voicing his puppet counterpart. Red smiled at me on my way down the aisle. I wonder why she had smiled? Was it a good smile? Or was she laughing at me? Maybe she wa-

"Too Much Pressure! - UGH!". Yes Tweek. I couldn't agree with you more. He looked at me nervously, his deer-like eyes widening as I ran towards him. He held his hands infront of his face as if expecting me punch him. Instead of punching him however I pounced on to the seat next to him, eager not to be told off by Mr Garrison again.

"Please -GAH- Don't hurt me! Oh Jesus!", he panicked as he shuffled closer to the window. I rolled my eyes at his antics and grasped onto his wrists so that I could lower them from his face.

"Calm down Tweek. It's me!", He looked at me through one eye, his other clenched shut in panic. His arms weakened under my grasp, and within seconds he had stopped protesting and was once again sitting semi-normally on his seat. Before either of us could greet each other, the entirety of the bus jolted forward a little when Mr Garrison pushed his foot down on the gas pedal. At first I thought we were going to die, but after Mr Garrison had loosened his grip on the gas pedal the speed of the bus came to constant safe speed. Scouring the aisle, I noticed that Butters was now happily engaging Craig, Token and Clyde in some conversation that neither of the trio cared much about. The sight made me unintentionally snort in laughter. The high pitched sound of my pig-like emission instantly caught the attention of Bebe and Wendy who looked at me both in humor and disbelief. I smiled an embarrassed smile back, my cheeks reddening to show how mortified my snort made me feel. Luckily Tweek decided to give me some form of distraction.

"How come you -Ugh- moved seats?", Tweek asked nervously as he frantically rummaged through his bag. I predicted he was trying to fish his coffee flask from his bag, and I smiled when I realised I had guessed correctly.

"You were sat on your own and you looked sad. I don't like my friends being sad", I explained matter-of-factly before fishing through my bag to retrieve a random chocolate bar that my mom had put in to my bag for when I got peckish. Tweek smiled appreciatively at my statement, before holding his flask to his lips and gulping down a mouthful of brown-caffeinated goodness. "You really like coffee", I mused as I opened my chocolate bar and began breaking it into assorted pieces.

"Yes I -Egh- love coffee", he sighed in return as he relaxed backwards into his seat. Coffee must've had some calming affect on Tweek. Noting that interesting factoid, I offered him a piece of chocolate to which he politely declined.

"More for me then", I chuckled before taking a bite.

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Meanwhile, back towards the front of the bus Butters was slowy (but surely) annoying practically everyone with his insistant chattering. Normally everyone wouldn't mind his excessive mumbling and would even join him in conversation, but seeing as many of the fourth graders were not in the best mood this morning, he was quickly getting on people's nerves.

"Butters. For the last time. No one cares about whoever this Professor Chaos person is. No one cares in the slightest", Clyde spoked idly as he inspected his Facebook page on his mobile phone. His nasally voice was almost immediately silenced when Bebe spoke up.

"Actually Clyde. I'm very interested in finding out who Professor Chaos is", she stated playfully as she began to create a plait on the side of her head. Wendy looked at the girl sat next to her confusedly. To this Bebe replied;

"What!? He's hot". This statement caused a couple more eyes to turn to the blonde. She almost automatically noticed the increased attention her admittion was geting her, and blushed lightly. Bebe was always happy to be in the spotlight, but maybe she had admitted something that was a little too embarrasing. As if to justify her statement she looked around to address everyone who was staring at her. "I mean... The fact that he's evil. That's so hot". The girls around her nodded in agreement before going back to their own things. Wendy felt the urge to push on interrogating her friend, but was cut off before she could do so.

"Being evil doesn't make you hot", Token laughed as he turned a page in the comic book he was now reading. Clyde nodded along with him in agreement.

"Being evil makes you a douchebag".

"No it doesn't", Bebe argued back.

"It does".

"Nuh-Uh"

"Ya-Ah". Before Bebe could respond, Craig cut in to save everyone the ear ache of hearing two 10 year old argue like babies for the entirety of the trip.

"Remember that new kid that moved next to Butters. He turned evil and made his own Orc club or some crap. He's a douchebag now".

"N-no Craig", Butters began, "We called him douchebag from the start... a-and then he turned evil". Craig nodded in thought.

"Yeah. But he wasn't an actual douchebag until he went all crazy". Before anyone could argue with him, Craig continued. "So it just shows that being evil turns you into a douchebag".

"That makes you and Clyde douchebags too then, huh?", Stan mocked with a twisted smirk playing on his lips. "Seeing as you both made some evil team". Before Craig could defend himself Clyde had gotten up from his seat to try and make himself seem more menacing.

"That was not my fault. If fatass hadn't of banished me from space and time then I wouldn't of stole th-".

"-You don't need to explain yourself to these assholes", interrupted Craig as he slouched back into his chair while absent-mindedly giving Stan the finger.

"Oi! Don't flip me off you assrammer". Stan glared at Craig when he realised that he was being ignored by said boy.

"Fellas? W-Where is Cartman?". This time it was Butter who spoke. Half to break the tension that was manifesting in the bus, and half to check if anyone knew what had happened to his friend. At this, the fourth graders looked around to try and find their chubby classmate but to no avail.

"Red? Didn't your boyfriend check on Cartman yesterday?", Bebe shouted to her friend over a bunch of seats. The mention of the word boyfriend not only caused people to stare at Red, but also caused Red to go... well... to go red.

"Bebe! He's not my boyfriend!", Red protested embarrasedly as her face became a tone much resembling her hair.

"Yeah, sure", Bebe replied sarcastically, as if to purposely tease her friend. Wendy looked towards Red, with a questionning glare. Wendy had a lot of questions to ask a lot of people today. Red closed her eyes to try and will her skin colour back to normal. Realising that this wasn't helping her in the slightest she re-opened her eyes and glared at Bebe.

"Yes he went to see Cartman". Bebe smiled sardonically, which caused Red to formulate a flustered reply. "...and he's not my boyfriend!".

"Whose Red's boyfriend?", Clyde asked Bebe curiously as he slid his phone into his pocket. Bebe smirked and mouthed a name. This resulted in Red calling Bebe a bitch under her breath.

"Oh really?", Clyde chuckled once he had learned who Red's mystery man was. Getting up to his feet, he turned to face the back of the bus and shouted at the top of his lungs. "So you're going out with Red are you?".

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"So you're going out with Red are you!?", Clyde shouted from the front of the bus. His outburst caused Tweek to spasm a little in his seat, spilling a small amount of coffee over his poorly-buttoned shirt.

"GAH! Oh Jesus!", Tweek panicked as he looked down at his wet clothes. "M-My mom is going to -AHH- kill me. Sh-She's going to -ACK- sell me into Sl-Sl-Slavery". I did nothing but stare at Tweek as he rambled on about some worst case scenario of his mom posting him to some slave owner.

"Tweek. You do realise that your mom and dad aren't going to find out about your shirt. They're not going to see you for the weekend so don't panic dude", I reassured him in the most comforting tone I could fathom. He looked at me, with a little more ease set in his features before he settled back in his chair and gazed at the view outside the window. After noting that Tweek was now in a calm state I looked towards the front of the bus again, only to realise that a lot of my classmates now had their eyes on me... and for once, their eyes weren't accusing. Not being entirely certain that I wanted to involve myself with whatever conversation was going on at the front of the bus I tried to settle back into my seat.

Keyword being 'tried'.

Believe it or not. It's quite hard to relax when multiple people are staring at you knowingly. What they knew however I had no clue. Choosing to go to my last resort, I scoured through my bag for a second time and pulled out my mobile phone. Fortunately I had charged my battery to full last night, and the internet symbol had two bars glowing. Meaning I had some connection to Wi-Fi, but no the best connection. Some connection was better than no connection. Smiling at this fact, I decided to get as comfortable in my seat as I could and began to scour my profile on the social networking site that seemed to be all the rage.

"You have Fa-Facebook?", Tweek spluttered as he packed his flask back into his bag. I nodded in reply.

"I don't really use it much. I only go on it to speak to my friends from the other places I've lived in". Tweek finished fiddling with his bag, returning to his seated position. "I'll show you some of them, if you want?". Tweek nodded to my offer, grateful for something to keep his mind focused on now that his coffee supply had run dry.

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"GAH! Oh Jesus!". Tweek's panic at Clyde's outburst was so loud it was heard at the front of the bus.

"God Tweek is so loud", Stan muttered to Kyle.

"I know Stan", he replied simply. "He's always been loud".

"Yeah", interrupted Jimmy Vulmer who had sat beside Kenny on the seats behind Stan and Kyle. He had his crutches resting on his lap, and was smiling carelessly to no one in particular. "Re-Remember when he-he kept screa-screaming about the underee- about the underpaha- underpen- underpants gnomes?". The memory Jimmy brought up played in their heads and resulted in them all chuckling to themselves. Their chuckling was cut off when Clyde's voice was heard again.

"He blanked me!". He shouted in disbelief as he stared at Nathan and Tweek who were now surveying something on the former's phone.

"He's not blanking you!", Red protested.

"Well of course you're going to stick up for your boyfriend".

"Shut up Bebe! He's not my boyfriend", she hissed. "Clyde. He's not blanking you, he just has no idea what your talking about because we're not boyfriend and girlfriend".

"Yet".

"Shut up Bebe!". Wendy rolled her eyes at her two friends antics and decided to talk to Annie who was situated behind her. As if following the trend, Clyde sat back down and began conversing with Token, leaving Craig to deal with Butters for the rest of the trip.

"So h-how are you Craig?".

"Shut up Butters".

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Howdy guys! Chapter Eight done and dusted. I know this one took a little time, but I've been busy... bashing the South Park-Stick Of Truth Game! It's simply amazing, and now that I've finished it, my life feels that little more empty. I hope they bring out some Mission DLC for it, because it was an amazing game. If you guys are deciding whether or not to buy it and give it a go, then STOP deciding and just get it already! GET IT!

Anyways, this was Chapter Eight! How'd you guys like it? I wanted to do a chapter focussed solely on the kids, and if you haven't realised it yet, Tweek, Butters and Craig are going to play some sort of role in this story. So for all you Tweekers, Butters, and Tuckers fans, there's plently of those guys to come. Nothing Yaoi though, so if you're expecting that then you're going to be disappointed. I have nothing against those types of stories, I just don't feel comfortable writing one myself.

Hopefully the next chapter will come a lot sooner then this one did, and before I forget... Thanks to 'Guest' for the review about being a sad panda. You don't know how much that review made me laugh! Much love to you Guest. Much love to you ahah!

Disclaimer; Guess what's mine? Not South Park :[