---Tweek's pov---

'Why am I even in this group? I don't fit in.'

"I-I can't," I tell Clyde, "I h-have other th-things to do."

"Oh, come on, Tweek!" Clyde whines, "Everyone'll be there! You have to go!" He shouts grabbing my hand.

I look at our hands then back at him, "I-I think it'll b-be the same w-without me..." I mumble.

"NO! It won't! Please Tweek!" he shouts pleadingly.

"Why d-do you want m-me to go s-so badly?" I ask confusedly.

Clyde looks away from me and bites his lip.

"Uh... It's not me who wants you to go..." He says.

I give him a confused look, "Who w-wants me t-to go?"

"That's not important!" Clyde shouts pulling me up off my bed, "We need to go!"

"No! I-I don't want t-to go!" I shout trying to pull away from him.

Clyde sighs and picks me up tossing me over his shoulder, "You're going. You need to get out of room and make Cr- the person that's waiting for you happy."

Clyde then carries me out of the house and starts to walk down the road.

Then he stops, "What are you doing?" I hear a unmistakably nasally voice.

"CRAIG!" I hear Clyde cheer, "Here, this is a present for you," Clyde says tossing me at Craig.

I shriek as Clyde carelessly throws me at Craig.

Craig surprisingly catches me, not wanting me to fall and get a concussion.

He glares at Clyde, "What the hell are you doing?" He says angrily at him.

Clyde shrugs, "You're welcome!" And then he runs in the opposite direction.

Craig looks down at me, "Tweek?"