Trigger Warnings: Underaged drinking

Words: 1666 (omg)

A/N: I hope y'all have emojis on your device because I use a lot of them in this 😂 oh and ignore why the fuck 13-14 year olds are getting drunk just...ignore it. It's South Park.

Tweek

October 31st, 4:57pm. Tuesday.

*Tweek has joined the group chat

Butter-Scotch: TWEEK!😆😆😆

Tweek: Hi guys!

Pan-With-A-Plan: More like gays, amirite?

Almighty_Jew: Kenny, you're pan!

Pan-With-A-Plan: Yes, Kyle, but I prefer dicc 😉

Butter-Scotch: OMGOMGOMG 😵

Tweek: Tehehe 😉😉😉

MARSHmallow: Lol who's up for the party this afternoon!!

TacoMan69: ME!!!!!

Mama_Token: I know I am! I'm just about done setting everything up

Almighty_Jew: Is there gonna be alcohol?

MARSHmallow: There damn better be! 😆😍

Almighty_Jew: STAN 😡😒

Mama_Token: U bet

Pan-With-A-Plan: Will we be playing 7 minutes in heaven, by chance?

TacoMan69: Kenny, u whore

Pan-With-A-Plan: Not my fault everyone falls for me 😏😏😏

Butter-Scotch: Haha true

Butter-Scotch: Wait

Butter-Scotch: OH HECK I DIDN'T MEN THAY

Butter-Scotch: *MEAN * THAT

Tweek: 😂

Mama_Token: If you all want to play, then sure. Just don't break anything tho

Pan-With-A-Plan: No promises 😏

Almighty_Jew: KENNY YOU'RE THIRTEEN

Pan-With-A-Plan: And?

MARSHmallow: What kind of food will we have?

Mama_Token: Well I'm planning on ordering some pizzas for everyone, but I also went and bought a ton of snacks from Target this morning.

TacoMan69: Awwww what about Tacos? We had them at your last party 😢

Mana_Token: No tacos, Clyde

TacoMan69: 😭😭😭😭

Butter-Scotch: Just talking about food is making me feel starved!

Pan-With-A-Plan: Food won't be the only thing you'll starve for tonight, boo 😏😏😏

*Butter-Scotch has left the chat-room

Tweek: HOLY SHIT YOU KILLED HIM

Pan-With-A-Plan: I wouldn't be surprised if I did, tbh

Almighty_Jew: Why are you so hard to control, Ken?

Pan-With-A-Plan: Natural Talent 😉

*Pan-With-A-Plan has been kicked from the chat-room

Laughing at my friends, I turned off my phone. I decided that now would be a good time to get ready for the party. I opened up my wardrobe and searched for an outfit that would be necessary for a party. I didn't have party clothes, though so this was way too much pressure! Nor did I have any costumes! But it wasn't a costume party anyway so maybe I didn't have to worry.

After about half an hour of staring at nothing but my clothes, I decided on a dark green, button-up shirt (which I had somehow managed to button correctly). I had rolled up the sleeves to reveal the long-sleeved black shirt I wore underneath it. I also wore blue-grey skinny jeans and green converse.

I looked in the mirror and noticed how...gay I really looked. I mean, skinny jeans? Really? Oh well, me. You do you.

I tried to comb my hair but no matter how hard I tried, it still managed to look frisky as hell. But I didn't look too bad. Whatever. It wasn't like I was going to some formal event.

"Where are you going, sweetie?" Asked my mom as I opened the front door.

I flinched,  "I'm going to a party, mom." I said, surprisingly calm.

"Aw, my baby, already going to his first party! Have fun, honey, and remember to stay sober!"

I sighed and walked out the door. The first thing I noticed was how the air was surprisingly colder than usual. I looked up and noticed flakes of snow falling down from the sky above me.

Snow!? In November!? Well, I guess that makes sense. I do live in a mountain town in Colorado, after all. (Fun fact! I live in Colorado and it starts to snow pretty much all throughout winter and sometimes through of Spring. :O Just a fact for those of you who live in Florida or Arizona or someplace :P)

I placed my hands into my pockets as I walked out into the snowy atmosphere. I loved the snow, so I figured it would be fun to walk to Token's party. It wasn't that far from the coffee shop, after all.

After about ten minutes of walking, I had made it to the house, which to my surprise had been a huge mansion! Does this mean a rich kid had invited me to his party?! Wow, I must be cool!

I had almost slipped and fell on the ice as I approached the front door to the huge house. Loud party music had been blasting from inside the house, which had caused me to become unsure and nervous about attending. GAH! What if this will be one of those parties that gets taken way too far and the police show up!? What if they shoot at me!? AHH!

I took a deep breath as I hesitantly knocked on the door. Fortunately, someone I knew had opened the door for me, "Oh, hey, Tweek!" It was Kyle with a very drunk Stan standing next to him.

"GAH! Um, h-hi, Kyle. Hi, Stan." I said nervous;y

"What are you doing out in the cold? Come on in!" Kyle pulled me into the house as I shrieked.

"WOO! PARTYYY!" Stan screamed.

Before I even had a chance to look around the place for a bit, Butters had spotted me and ran up to me, greeting me with a hug. I was caught off guard and stumbled backwards.

"Hi, Tweek!" He said, pulling away from me, "I'm glad you're here! Things were starting to get annoying with Kenny being wasted and following me around everywhere." He looked over at Kenny from behind him, who had just hugged him from behind and rested his head onto Butters' shoulder.

"Stoooootch!" He wined, "Let's go dance! Come on!"

I giggled at the two of them, "Haha. So...are you two a thing now, or what?"

Butters blushed and looked down at the ground, "I-I'm not sure what we are. I do think he likes me, though. Which is a good thing. I think."

I smiled at him, "It is! You DO like him, don't you?"

"Well...."

"You're so short and cute, Butters!" Kenny said while giggling to himself, "You're like...like a little teddy bear. So cute."

My friend had turned very red as Kenny continued hugging him from behind.

"I, um, I think I...I think I should go spend time with him. Uh, I'll catch up with you later, Tweek." Without another word, the two lovebirds walked away.

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"WHO WAN'TS TO PLAY SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN!?"

"Ooh! Yes, I love this game!" Clyde said enthusiastically, "Come on, guys!"

"What!? No! I'm not doing that! GAH! What if I'm paired with a stranger!? Or a murderer!? Or even worse, a--" I was cut off by my friends practically dragging me over to where the game would take place. I tried desperately to get away, but it was hopeless.

"Here's how it's gonna work." Kenny said, being the host of the game. I could tell he was still pretty drunk, "You're all gonna...you're gonna put your names into this...this bowl right here and I'm gonna pull out two names. The two who I call out have to make out in the closet!"

"Th-They don't have to make out, Kenny." Token reassured.

"Aw, shoot." He said with a sigh and a hiccup, "Okay well go ahead and write your name on a piece of paper."

"I bet I'll get paired with a hot girl! Hell yeah!" Clyde said as he wrote his name. This kid's ego was killing me.

The game began and all the pairings were mostly very random and weird. Luckily, none had involved me. And I prayed it would stay that way. What if I get stuck with someone who hates me!? GAH!

"Stan and Kyle!" Kenny called out. The two boys sitting beside me looked at each other and blushed. I don't know why, but I had a feeling that they liked each other. They were always around each other and were very close. They often hugged each other and I swear I've heard them say 'I love you' to each other as well. I was happy for them.

As I waited for the next seven minutes to go by, I talked with Butters.

"Who do you think you'll get paired with, Tweek?" He teased with a giggle. I blushed.

"GAH! N-No one, I hope! I can't take that kind of pressure! Oh sweet Jesus, no!" I buried my face into my hands and just wanted this to be over with.

"Haha," He laughed and placed a hand on my shoulder, "You'll be fine, Tweek. You can just talk with the person. You don't have to do stuff."

"I- ACK- hope you're right, Butters."

The seven minutes was up and the two 'friends' had walked out of the closet, blushing like crazy with smiled on their faces.

"Awww, how *hic* gay!" Kenny said happily, "Alright, let's get to another pairing!"

Kenny closed his eyes and rustled through the names that had been left. I prayed he wouldn't choose me! GAH! I bet I would die out from a panic attack! I don't want to die! AH!

After five seconds or so, he pulled two names out of the bowl and read them. The smile on his face was washed away as he read them. It looked as if he had  been sober once more from how serious he had been taking it.

And the suspense was killing me.

"Well?" Clyde asked, anxious, "Who is next?"

Kenny gulped and hesitantly read them aloud.

"Tweek and Craig."

AHHHHAHAHAHAAHA

Is this a good thing, or a bad thing? I'll leave that up to ya'll  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

LOOK AT THE THING I DREW!!! I JUST GOT PAINT TOOL SAI AND DREW THIS AS MY FIRST DIGITAL DRAWING!!! I'M SO PROUD!!

Have fun waiting for the next chapter! Mwuaahahaha