South Park Oneshots (Requests Open)

Tweek Tweak // Ukulele

Date: 5/24/20
Time: 3:20
Age: 16
Extra: First male reader oneshot! (That I've written. Maybe not the first that I've posted, but it's the first that I've written) Hope you enjoy! Also, bit of an update at the end

"Finally! School's out! I'm so fucking tired of homework and the teachers and tests and just..." I let out a weird mix between a sigh and a groan and covered my face with my hand as I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Tweek stopped beside me but Craig, Token, and Clyde kept walking. "Everything. I'm tired of everything and I'm tired of all people."

"Oh...d-do you wanna resche-schedule our sleepover?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. Some of his hair fell into his eyes and I got the extreme sudden urge to move it. But, I held myself back. That'd look weird to most people in South Park and I couldn't risk anything. "I-I don't wanna annoy y-you or anything."

"Oh, no, Tweek. You're fine. I don't really know how to explain it that well but you don't count as people. Most of the other kids at school count as people though," I explained, dropping my hand from my face to look at Tweek. "Like Wendy and Bebe. You're fine though."

I gave Tweek a smile, trying to assure him that he was fine. He gave a hesitant smile back.

"Are...are you sure? I-it's fine if y-you need some t-time to yourself," he said.

"I'm sure, Tweeky. I like hanging out with you," I said. "Plus we've been planning this sleepover for weeks. It's a celebration for school ending. It has to be on the last day of school."

"A-alright," he said, looking down at the ground. After a few seconds, we started walking again.

"So, you go home and pack your bag and text me when you're ready for me to pick you up," I said as we got closer to my house.

"I co-could just walk, Y/N," he said, staring down at the ground as we walked. "It's n-not that far."

"But, I know you don't like being left with your thoughts," I explained with a shrug. "How bout we do what we usually do after school? I'll walk with you to your house and, instead of going home immediately, I'll sit with you while you pack?"

"B-but, I don't wa-wanna waste y-your time," he said as we passed my house. I didn't point it out though.

"I don't have anything else to do. So I'd just be waiting for you to come over anyway," I explained. "And it wouldn't be a waste of time anyway."

"We-well...my room's a me-mess. I've not had t-t-time to clean it," he said, trying to come up with an excuse for me to not come over. He did this every time I offered to come over. He thought I'd get tired of him. Little did he know, the exact opposite was happening every time I saw him.

"That's fine. I'm sure my brother's room is worse," I said. "Er, my sister's room. Paige doesn't really clean her room much."

"Well...o-okay," he said. "Ar-are you sure?"

"Well, we already passed my house and your house is right there," I said, pointing out his house. Which was only a few houses down. "So, yes. I'm sure."

"What? Wh-when did we pass your ho-house?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. I shrugged.

"Not too long ago. Like you said, your house isn't too far from mine," I said as we walked up to his door. "I guess you were just too distracted to notice. It's cool though. I would've said something if I minded it."

"O-okay," he said as we walked inside. "My parents ar-are at work. Obv-obviously."

He shook his head at himself and sighed, closing his eyes tightly. He did this whenever he started getting frustrated or upset. It helped him to keep his hands out of his hair or he would end up pulling it.