Breaking Of The Know-it-all (Creek)

I Wanna Get Lost With You (1)

Do you remember the light of the flame?
Was a birthday party of someone,
Then you told me your name,
Thought you were one in a million.

~~~

July 24th, 9:25 am.

"Stan, are you still mad about the whole Coffeehouse thing?" Tweek asked his friend through the phone which was placed next to his computer, so he could talk to his best man while preparing the classroom for his students.

"Yes, I am!!" The scream resonated through the room, making Tweek flinch.

'I shouldn't have put him on speaker...'

"Well, don't be. Because, one: it's not my fault; and two: what good does it bring to you?"

"I don't know, and honestly, I don't care! You should be thanking me!"

"For being my friend?"

"...Works."

After that day at Tweek Bros with Clyde, Stan had been speaking coldly to Tweek constantly, (as if it was his fault). Tweek told Jimmy about it, and the man laughed, asking for permission to use their friend's stupidity as a punchline on his show's next episode. Stan wasn't happy, he threw a tantrum, and the only way they got him to talk to them again, was by paying him a ridiculous amount of beers.

"Listen, man, I'd like to talk more but we've been on call for two hours now. I have class in 2 minutes, and you should get to work too. We'll talk later." Tweek grabbed his phone, ready to hang up the call.

Stan sighed, "Alright. I'm gonna talk to monk Eisho today. He's gonna tell me who's gonna be at the ceremony."

"I really hope it's him. He seemed really nice when me and Craig talked to him."

"I'll do my best. Talk to you later, dude."

~~~

10 am.

Tweek walked around the classroom, looking at his students' drawings. Today's activity was to draw their family, and Tweek was surprised to say the least.

"Teach! Teach! What do you think of my drawing?!" A little blond boy screamed, scaring the crap out of Tweek.

"Peter, I already told you not to scream like that! What do we do when we have a question?"

"We raise our hands..." The boy said, lowering his head. Tweek nodded in approval, scooting closer to see the his drawing.

It was him with a dog, next to 2 dark shadows with long claws and red eyes. Even though it was a kid's drawing, it scared the crap out of him.

'Why is he drawing his parents as monsters?! Did they kill the dog?? Do I need to call CPS???'

"Peter... who are those shadows next to you...?" He asked in the calmest way possible, "Are those your parents?"

"Oh, no! I haven't drawn my parents yet! These are the guys I see in the corner of my room at night! They're not very nice. But they keep me company!" The boy smiled widely.

'I'm not gonna sleep tonight.'

"Okay, Peter... Get back to work." He took a mental note to talk to Mr. Mackey later. Looking around the classroom, he noticed a little girl with her hand raised.

"Yes, Yasmin? What is it?"

"What do you think of mine?" She asked, showing her piece to her teacher. The man nodded in approval at the drawing, before a questioning look appeared all over his face.