AN/ 2nd chapter of Heaven (little by little) if you guys haven't noticed yet, this story is based off a Theory of a Dead Man song. But this chapter is based off Dare You to Move by Switchfoot. Plz enjoy! ^.^

Chapter 2

"C-Clyde?"

I ran to Tweek's side, about to burst from all the joy in my heart. "Tweek! Your ok! Jesus Christ! I was so fucking worried about you." He smiled down at me, I felt hot tears of joy rolling down my cheek. I got up to hug my favorite coffee addict, "I'm so glad your ok…."

Tweek wrapped his frail arms around my waist. He didn't twitch at all, I'm guessing because he hasn't had coffee since he was brought here. "I-I'm sorry Clyde. I-I just didn't know what else to do, the voices wouldn't leave me alone." He started to sob into my chest; I just stood there and ran my fingers through his soft blonde locks. It felt so great to have him in my arms again. I know Tweek isn't sane but, I still lov- I mean care about him. He's my best friend after all.

"Tweek?" I said, pulling away just enough to see his glassy eyes. "Tweek I lo-"

But before I could finish my sentence a nurse walked in with Tweek's parents. I cursed under my breath as I let go of Tweek so his parents could shower him with hugs, kisses and thermoses of coffee. He seemed happy, a small smile gracing his pale features. Mrs. Tweak then moved from her son to me, her small frame wrapping around me gracefully. "Thank you so much Clyde, the doctor said that if you hadn't found him when you did he would have died." She said in a very light, almost whisper like voice. She then sauntered her way back to her family. I felt like an outsider to them.

I stood where I was for a good 30 minutes or so until the nurse pried Mr. and Mrs. Tweak from their child saying something along the lines of, "Its time for your son to rest." Once she had them out of the door she looked over at me gesturing me to leave. I looked back at Tweek, he smiled and yawned. I had to tell him soon, just not right now. He seemed too tired to listen to what I had to say, and what I've been trying to tell him is important, I needed to tell Tweek when the time was right. So I left him to rest, hoping that I would see him soon, this secret was killing me inside, every time I looked at him my heart swelled, he is perfect to me, I like him just the way he is. I'm so happy he's alright.

I strolled down to the waiting room where the Tweaks were waiting for their chance to take their boy home. But what I found as I entered the waiting room was not what I expected.

When I walked in the waiting room I was greeted by Butters Stotch, who was also accompanied by half the guys in our grade, like Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Token Black, Craig Tucker, the list goes on and on. Pretty much the whole waiting room was junior boys from South Park High. Butters gave me a small smile, "Hi there Clyde! Hows Tweek doin'?" he asked.

Some of the guys quieted down and looked over at me. "He's awake, the doctor said he's fine." I stated loud enough for everyone to hear. I can't believe all these guys came over for Tweek, no one really paid much attention to Tweek. This was nice. Really nice.

I left Butters to go talk to my regular gang of friends, Craig, Jimmy and Token. "Hey guys, whats up?"

Craig looked over at me, moving a little so I could get in the circle. "Nothin' much, just waiting for our chance to see Tweek." Craig stated.

"I-I can't B-Believe Twee-e-e-ek w-would do something l-like this." Jimmy said adjusting his crutches to get in a more comfortable stance.

"Seriously dude, that doesn't sound like something Tweek would do ya' know?" Token sighed.

I shifted my weight from side to side, hands digging deep into my pockets. "Seriously, I don't get why he didn't talk to us about it. I just wish we could have helped him sooner."

Token nodded, then from across the room I caught wind of Cartman complaining, "Dude, why'd you fags drag me out here to see this suicidal freak?"

That pissed me off beyond belief. I trudged my way over to the fatass, "What did you say fatass?"

Eric looked over at me, a smirk on his face, "I said, why do we have to sit here and wait for that suicidal FAG."

I took a swing at the fatass football player, my fist connected with his nose; a nice crack could be heard throughout the room. Blood started gushing from his nose, "WHAT THE FUCK? YOU LITTLE FAG! I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!" Cartman threw himself at me. I just stepped to the side, letting him hit the hospital chair that was previously behind me.

When he hit the ground I gave a swift kick to his gut and made my way back to my friends. I smirked, the room was silent. Slowly everyone went back to their conversations and Cartman got back to insulting Kyle. For the moment everything was ok, until Mr. Tweak walked up to me and the guys with a somber expression on his face.

AN/ was this better? I really like the thought of Cartman getting his ass kicked. XD hope you all enjoyed! Reviews would be great!