Gossip Is His Coffee Chapter 3, a south park fanfic

Title: Gossip Is His Coffee

Chapter 3: Close Your Eyes and Bite Your Tongue

Disclaimer: South Park was created and written by Trey Parker and Matt Stone. I did not come up with these characters that I am using. The idea of this story was originally done by Paperleaf. Their story that this is based off of is, "Rumors at South Park High". Please, go check out their story, it's awesome. And read some of their other stories as well. I like their stuff.

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Friday came and I was sitting between Craig and Clyde on the airplane, anxiously awaiting take off. My worries were endless, it seemed. However, I was doing a decent job at keeping my mouth shut so I wouldn't annoy my neighbors. I was psyched to be going to Denver. And I was also planning on getting drunk while I was there – unbeknownst by my parents. I needed to let loose. It had been several months since my last beer and I was in need of one badly. I was almost positive that Kenny's idea of a party was lots of alcohol, noisy music, and tons of junk food. And, yes, I did base this theory off of the last party he threw that I attended.

"Tweek, are you all right?" Craig leaned over, looking at me worriedly. I nodded, confused. "Sorry. It's just…I expected you to be freaking out already, you know? You're usually taking opportunities like this to freak out and since you're not, it kind of made me wonder." He grinned sheepishly and looked out the window quickly as the plane slowly started moving. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and gripped the armrests desperately. "Whoa…" Craig breathed from next to me. I assumed that he was amazed at the view but I couldn't look – I was too busy trying not to die.

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When we arrived in Denver, we went to get our stuff and meet up with Kenny's aunt and uncle. We didn't go to a hotel, like I'm sure everyone – including myself – had been expecting. We went to their "house". House doesn't even begin to explain what that place was like. It was more of a mansion and I wondered what Kenny's uncle was doing that earned him this much money. Despite the size, we were partnered up and stuck in rooms. I was paired up with Craig. We all got settled and then we went down to a freaking banquet! Kenny's uncle said that it was "dinner". But like most things he said, it meant something bigger.

"Dinner" was extremely noisy. And when it was over, we had dessert. Oh my fucking god; whoever cooked for those people, I worshipped! I was almost afraid of what kind of food I'd wake up to find tomorrow. After all that, we basically lounged around in the game room and watched TV for awhile. Somewhere between then and bed, Craig and Cartman made some sort of bet involving a game of pool. It ended with Cartman streaking and maids screaming. Everyone was exhausted by ten. I crawled into bed and stared at my wall groggily.

"Tweek?" Craig whispered, sounding dazed. "This is going to be awesome, isn't it?"

"No fucking shit, Sherlock," I muttered sarcastically. He chuckled softly and then it was silent. I sighed and fell asleep.

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It was party night. Kenny broke out the alcohol and Clyde pulled out the cd's he'd brought. The great room was vibrating with the bass from the noisy music and all my friends screaming and talking. I think I was on my fifth beer at that point. I guess you can never get too uptight about being fancy otherwise I would've been drinking wine or something to that affect – at least, I think so. I was getting wasted and I could hear Craig laughing at me but I just didn't care. I was having a blast. And I'd been right. I had almost completely forgotten Anonymous – almost.

The music was at its loudest, the kids were all getting wasted and I was too loose. I sauntered up to Kyle and Butters, the only two sober teens there, and started talking with them. Kyle was trying hard not to laugh. I must have sounded ridiculous. I just didn't care though. I had no emotions except for joy…Until I said the unsay-able. "So you know that Anonymous guy? The one who's always writing those stupid articles about crap?" I asked them and they nodded, suddenly more curious than they had been before. "Yeah, well, I'm Anonymous." Their eyes went wide and Kyle went red-faced. "It was just for fun, you know? I was getting fed up with everyone saying shit about each other so I decided to do everyone a favor. And I totally needed to vent, right?"

"You…You're drunk. You're just making this up to freak us out," Kyle snapped, his face still red and he looked away. "Cut it out, Tweek."

I laughed loudly. "You're just scared that I'll make something up about you being here. I only call 'em as I see 'em." I chuckled softly. "Although, that one about you and Stan, Kyle…Who knew that I'd be so close…"

"You!" Kyle screamed angrily and Butters jumped out of his seat, urgently trying to escape his wrath. "You were the idiot in the library!" I grinned. "And the one who wrote that dumb article about me and Stan?!" I nodded. "You jack-ass!" At this point, his screaming attracted a lot of attention and the music quieted a little as people wandered over to see what was going on. Not everyone was as drunk as me and that's why I later regretted getting so drunk. "I can't believe you! And on top of that, you've been lying to us and your other friends!"

And then the guilt hit me. Through the haze of pure bliss, I felt the guilt and stupidity of my choice. "They were just a bunch of rumors – it's not like you've never heard them before…" I tried to reason, my voice slurred.

"Yeah but not from a friend." Kyle glared at me, looking close to tears. "You're a liar, Tweek. You've been lying to us for, what, a year or so today?" I started losing my balance and I tried to regain it without looking like I was trying to escape him. "So this is like a holiday for you, a celebration of what you've accomplished, huh?" And then he did cry and I started to back away. He was right; this was like a holiday for me – a break, if you will. I was horrified by not only his words but of my own thoughts.

"Jeez, Tweek," Butter muttered, looking crushed. "I went through a lot of shit because of you and I only say it like that because it's true. I can't believe…" He paused; looking like a light went off above his head. "Wait, I actually can believe that you'd do that."

"What's going on?" Stan finally asked, glancing between the three of us who were staring at each other.

"TWEEK TWEAK IS ANONYMOUS!" Kyle shouted and I cringed as everyone turned to look at me – or rather, glare at me. What a nightmare this had turned out to be and I knew that I should have seen it coming. I was stupid for coming here; I should have stayed home with my parents and the few kids who hadn't gotten invited. But now that the biggest mistake of my life had been put out there, I couldn't go back. I couldn't fix this.

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Four days later

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I walked to school miserably, kicking a pebble lazily. I would never touch any kind of alcohol ever again. None of my friends had talked to me all weekend – not even Craig. I was so afraid to go into school today because I was scared of the reaction I'd get from everyone else. Everyone would be mad at me and I'd get even more shit from people I barely knew. I arrived at the building but didn't go in right away. I stared at the door as people passed me, shoving me as they passed or yelling snide remarks in my direction. I already felt like shit, I didn't need other people adding to that.

Finally, I walked into the building. One glance at the table that I usually went to every morning told me that I wasn't welcome there. I shuffled to my locker and gathered my books dejectedly. I stared at the back of my locker and then sat on the floor in the hall, going through a notebook I had. I found the picture of Craig Butters had drawn a year ago and ripped it from the notebook. I put my things on the ground and then rummaged through some of the things in my locker until I found the tape. I pulled a piece off and then taped the picture to the back of my locker.

It was depressing – to know that my best friend hated me. I bit my lower lip as I tried not to cry. I slammed my locker shut and picked up my things. There wasn't a teacher around to tell me to "respect school property" so I kicked the locker below mine and laughed as I ran down the hall toward my first class.

By lunch, I knew that if anything was going to happen, it was that everything was going to get worse than they already were. I didn't even attempt to go sit with my "friends" but instead went and sat in the hall. Usually, the punks sat out there but today it was clear. Glumly, I figured that they were giving me somewhere to sit. I sank down to the floor and leaned against the wall, looking at my packed lunch despondently. I knew that I had messed up and I knew that I had to pay for that now.

"Tweek," someone said above me and I looked up, startled. Standing in front of me was Christophe. "So, you're Anonymous, are you?" I nodded grudgingly and he crouched down in front of me. I stared at him, surprised. "And why are you sitting out here by yourself?"

I was reluctant to answer – my friends had always told me that the French boy was either dangerous or "bad news" – but he was the only person talking to me now. "Because none of my friends want anything to do with me," I told him bitterly, folding my arms across my chest. "Everyone hates me because of the stupid things I said about them."

He was silent for a moment before he nodded, as if he understood. He rocked back until he was sitting in front of me. "Interesting predicament you've gotten yourself into, Tweek." We both quietly stared at each other until he smiled suddenly and got up. "Lucky you, you might have a friend in this business because I don't hate you." Christophe tapped the toe of his shoe on my leg playfully before he walked away. I watched him go and then picked up my lunch bag and pulled out one of the snacks in it. I was curious as to what he had meant by that. I now knew that he didn't hate me but what did he mean by that "might have a friend in this business" comment? I sighed and ate my lunch uneasily.

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Friday.

I stared at my paper in frustration. I didn't understand any of it and I was getting irritated by that. I was about to ask for help when the bell rang. I sighed and gathered my things, deciding that I'd just ask one of my parents to help me figure it all out. I was getting out of my seat when Clyde passed me. He glanced at me briefly before he grabbed my shoulder. With no choice in what was going to happen, he pulled me toward him and then shoved me, letting go as I teetered to one side. I let out a yelp as I toppled into the desk next to me. He started laughing and then the other kids in the room laughed along with him. My shoulders hurt, my head ached and now my knee was throbbing along with my elbow.

I pushed myself up and caught my breath before I could start crying. When that was under control, I stood up and hurried from the room before anymore "accidents" could happen. A kid walking out slowed down enough that he could shove me into the door frame but neither of us stopped walking. I was getting used to this. Walking down the halls was dangerous but standing in a classroom was worse. Wherever there were people, there was an accident waiting to happen. So I was always trying to be safe. Usually it was in vain but a little effort helped every once in awhile.

The only thing that I wanted at this point was my friends back. It was hard to walk around school when everyone hated me – even the people I'd grown up with since the fourth grade. And it was extremely lonely.

A/N: The only reason I'm posting this one while it's so short is because I want to save some of my ideas for the next chapter so it doesn't seem so rushed – even though I realized how rushed this looks. I started this for fun and now I actually have to work on it. (lol) I'm good at it, I just don't want to. So, this chapter will be short…er than the others because I have more ideas for the next! Whoo!

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