Tweek's POV

My life was anything but simple. It's too full of me panicking, getting stressed out, and being overall paranoid about everything. Sounds amazing, right?

Ha.

You're either wrong if you thought that sounded like a dream or didn't even know what you would be getting into. My life is one hell of a lot more complicated then anyone else thinks, and you know what they think? They think that it's because I drink too much coffee and pull all-nighters, which is true. But that's honestly the minimal damage to my worries.

When I was in grade 7, I moved away from my hometown in South Park, Colorado. That's where all my somewhat decent friends live, to this town nearby. I could never remember the town's name. All I know was that it was just as fucked up as South Park was... if that's even possible.

The reason why I moved? It was just because my parents couldn't get a good enough job and ended up actually getting a business proposal to open a coffee shop in this so-called "town". 

I even remember the day when my parents told me that we were moving, too. Want to hear it?

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Flashback

It was a regular sunny Monday afternoon and Tweek Tweak had just gotten home from school, at last finally away from the torture and despair that the teachers had provided them with every new day. As soon as he walked into the house he let out a huge sigh of relief and proceeded to climb the stairs to his room, doing a 360 turn on the heels of his boots to scan his surroundings. Satisfied that there wasn't any danger to him, he opened up the first door of the short hallway of the house.

The room was somewhat decorated, with a green lava lamp on a bedside nightstand. The sheets on his bed were a mix of green and blue, the pillows a dark grey. The floor was hardwood - birch for that matter. In one corner of the room, there was an easel propped up with a corkboard, said board being covered with theories of alien sightings and suspicious activity that surrounded South Park. The other corner had the boy's desk, which was pretty clean on most days. On top of the desk lay a black laptop, paper, notebooks, pencils, and a drawing from his childhood.

The door opened with a creak that made the boy wince. He had never gotten used to the house, not since they had moved from one part of town to the other. With a sigh, he set his bag beside the desk, taking off his shoes and jacket and putting them away in the closet that was located across from his bed. Tweek had initially decided to work on his homework and hopefully relax, but right now he felt so stressed that he was unable to do anything except sleep, which would be beneficial but also wouldn't help with getting the mountain of homework done in the long run.

The blond turned around and froze, panic seizing him. For a moment he thought... well, he thought that the shadows were moving again. The sun was streaming through the window so it wouldn't be all that bad... right? But then he noticed that the drawer had been left open as well. This wasn't good. Maybe the underpant gnomes were coming back and he didn't know! Tweek crumbled to the ground, a broken sob coming from his mouth as he weighed his options of what he could and couldn't do at the moment. Finally, he decided something.

After mumbling some curses and closing his eyes, Tweek started counting back from 10 and taking deep, shaky breaths. In his mind he repeated a mantra over and over in his head, slowly calming down. I am not going crazy. Not today. You are safe.' 

10 seconds passed by slowly, and he opened his eyes just a bit, scanning the room. There was nothing there. The drawer was closed and the shadows had stopped their dance for today, choosing not to freak out the boy for now.

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With a huge sigh, he took off his backpack and dumped out all of his homework on his bed, throwing said bag to a corner of his room in the process. Then he took off his jacket, grabbed his phone and earbuds, threw said jacket on top of his backpack and took off his runners. Plugging the earbuds in, he went over to Spotify and selected a playlist at random. Soon the music of Fall Out Boy entered his ears and he was finally able to relax after all. Then he grabbed all of his homework and made his way towards his desk, making sure that he had everything that he needed as well as making sure that his phone was charged up. Feeling satisfied, he began working on his homework, hoping that he would be able to finish it before his parents came home and caused more stress then he usually had.

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Sitting down on his bed and finally being able to rest and listen to music was one of Tweek's favorite things to do after he finished his homework for the night. As he lay on the bed, his earbuds in and Fall Out Boy playing in the background, he debated in his mind on what he was going to do after. Maybe tonight he could watch a movie or have some time to himself for once. Tweek thought about whether or not to invite his crush, Craig Tucker over, but quickly decided against it. He didn't even have the teen's phone number, so how would he be able to contact him? He certainly couldn't just go out and knock on every single door in South Park to find Craig; that would be something that his anxiety wouldn't be able to even handle. Besides, it was way too much pressure to even do. Maybe he'd be better off with just watching a movie instead.

Tweek rolled off of the bed, letting out a small yelp as he hit the floor abruptly. Then he got up and turned his phone off, wrapping his earbuds around said phone in the process. Stuffing his phone and earbuds in his sweater pocket, he left the bedroom and closed the door, making his way down the stairs to the living room and sitting down on the couch that was there. No sooner when he sat down he turned around to the sound of the door opening and then closing. And then his parents were in the doorway. Great.

"Well, hey there Tweeks! Didn't think that you'd be home this early." His father, Richard Tweak greeted him, a smile on his face as his wife, Mrs.Tweak, busied herself with getting her coat off.

"U-uh dad you d-do realize t-that I a-always get home a-at 3:30 pm a-after school on M-Mondays, right?" He stammered, looking up at his dad with a questioning look on his face.

"Oh! Right! I must have forgotten! How was your day?"

"I-it was f-fine.."

"That's great! I and your mother do have some news for you, champ, but I think that that can wait until dinner, Ok?" Mr. Tweak asked, ruffling his son's already messy hair. Richard either didn't notice or was too oblivious to the fact that Tweek had rebelliously rolled his eyes.

"Well, I'm going to go and make dinner. Would you like some coffee, Tweek?" His mom asked, looking down at him with a gentle smile on her face. Tweek shook his head, biting his lip slightly.

"N-no thank you... I-I'm going t-to go and t-take a shower..." He mumbled, stretching as he got off of the couch.

"Alright then! Supper will be at 6:15 tonight!" Mrs. Tweak exclaimed, heading towards the kitchen to cook something while Tweek's dad settled himself at the dining table to do whatever he was going to do. Tweek climbed the stairs, pausing to look at his parents as he thought of what to do next.

Sure, the excuse in general saying that he was going to take a shower sounded believable, but what if he decided not to take one? Then what? His parents would most likely get suspicious if they didn't hear the shower water running, and it wasn't like they were going to check, right? No, taking a shower seemed like a good option at the moment. Then he could relax and do whatever.

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Tweek sighed, feeling already refreshed as soon as he laid back down on his bed in a fresh change of clothes, his hair wet and the bandages on his wrists changed. He rolled over onto his stomach and turned his phone on, opening the messaging app and tapping once on the conversation that he had with Kenny and sending a quick message, his fingers tapping quickly on the screen.

5:45 pm

Hey Ken... you there?

After sending the message, Tweek decided to listen to music to pass the time as he waited for the text back from Kenny McCormick, one of his very few best friends and a bit of a counselor for the skittish boy.

Lost in thought, Tweek didn't notice the text back from Kenny until he checked his phone, staring at the screen for a bit before unlocking the phone and checking what the message said. quickly typing one back.

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5:48 pm

Hey, Tweeks! hru?

Doing good so far...

That's good. Did you have a mental breakdown again today or are ya all good?

Almost did. Anyways can I ask you a question?

Go for it

Do you know Craig Tucker's phone number?

Yea gimme a sec

Kk here ya go...

- Kenny McCormick has sent you a file. Open? -

Tweek stared at the message that popped up on his screen, briefly remembering that Kenny would do this sort of thing. He then tapped open and inside the file was, in fact, a phone number.

 
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R u sure this is Craig's?

Sure as hell. Besides, I got it from Clyde, and he's Tucker's bff last I heard.

bff?!

best friends forever?

Oh

k then. Thnx for the number.

np. and good luck.

...thanks...

 
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Tweek took a deep breath and added Craig's in a new contact, then made a new conversation with him, his hands shaking slightly. He was actually doing this. A popup immediately... you know, popped up, and he tapped 'Continue', clinging on to a hope that nothing would go wrong in the conversation right then and there.

- New conversation with Craig Tucker. Continue? -

 
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Hey Craig, it's Tweek Tweak from your class...

...

Hey

Where did you get this phone number?

Kenny M-McCormick.... why?

Nothing.

I didn't expect you to text me tho even tho you're sorta a spaz

no offense tho

Sorta figured... I just don't normally talk to many people since I am such a spaz...

O

ummm...

Are you having dinner soon?

Uhhh shoot yea I should go now then.

Ttyl

Seeya

 
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Tweek let out a shaky sigh, gazing at his phone and the few brief texts that they exchanged. Nothing didn't really go wrong, but Tweek sort of figured that Craig would be a bit shocked at him agreeing that he was sort of a spaz. Actually, 'sort of' were the wrong words to use. Tweek Tweak was and always is a spaz, no matter what or who had a say about it. 

But at least something was accomplished that night and Tweek could finally rest for a bit. His mother interrupted his thoughts then as she called him down for dinner, so he his phone off and went downstairs, wondering what his parents had to say to him.

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1956 words.

Well, that happened. Sorry for the lack of updates and chapters. School, my mental and physical health have not been good to me lately so it's been hard.

See you all in the next chapter!

- Brit 💙