-this december-

-chapter 6-

TW: mention of bullying
November 30
Tweek POV

Craig Tucker is sleeping on my bed.

ok, that sounds really weird. it's not like that. it'll never be like that.

he slept over. he wasn't really supposed to, but we can't really help it now.

it's monday.

we have school.

shit.

"craig," i say, lightly shaking his shoulders. he groans and rolls over.

"tweek?" he props himself up on his elbow, rubbing his eyes. "jesus christ, what time is it, dude?"

"it's, like, 6. and we have school." i tell him, standing up.

"oh, so you're not waking me up at the crack of dawn to tell me that north korea is going to bomb you?" he asks sarcastically.

"Gah! No!" I roll my eyes at him, searching through my closet for a sweater. "We're at my house, anyway." I find a plain white one to pull over my shirt. i'm really bad at buttoning my shirt so i've started wearing sweaters over it so i don't freeze. craig used to fix my shirt for me, but i'd always get all weird and flustered about it. plus, i don't want to bother him. he shouldn't feel like he has to do stuff for me cause he feels bad for me or something.

"tweek," craig calls, rolling out of my bed. i slept in my chair, not wanting to be weird about the whole thing. "where the hell is my stuff?"

i grab his hat from my desk and toss it to him. he pulls it on, a dark blue contrasting with his brilliant green eyes.

that sounded cheesy. jesus, the stupid love stories have been rubbing off on me.

"i think we need to stop by my house to get my backpack and stuff," craig says, pulling his blue jacket over his NASA shirt.

"yea, ok,"

our parents are used to us hanging out all the time. i'm not sure how they feeling about it, i think craig's parents like me, but they don't say anything bad. maybe it's from fear of being homophobic or something. i don't know, every adult in south park is weird as hell.

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"i'm going to fucking murder bebe," tolkien growls. "and wendy."

"uh, ok. have fun with that," craig says. this was the first thing we were greeted with when we walked up to tolkien, clyde, and jimmy. clyde and jimmy are talking about something random currently.

"Gah! don't do that!" i tell him. this feels insanely out of character for tolkien, who's usually the calm, voice of reason in the group.

"did they, like, do something to you?" craig asks, confusion visible on his face.

"have you not checked your coonstagram all week?" tolkien asks. we both shake our heads.

"i-i don't really look at it much," i tell him. "i'm too busy,"

tolkien sighs and rolls his eyes, pulling out his phone. after a second, he turns his phone screen towards us, revealing a coonstagram post made by bebe.

"what the fuck?!" craig says, sounding pissed. "that's super fucked up,"

"bebe posted that?" i ask. she's normally so nice! and she's never said anything bad about clyde. and wendyl! i did not expect that from them, either.

"yea," tolkien says, the angry tone coming back into his voice.

"hey, guys!" a voice near us calls over. we turn and see wendyl waving towards us. tolkien narrows his eyes.

"what do you want?" he asked, voice accusatory.

"uh, nothing," wendyl says, looking perplexed by tolkien's aggression. "i was just saying hi. have you seen stan?"

"i don't think stan wants to talk to you right now, wendyl," clyde says. he doesn't sound mean like tolkien, but hurt. he winces at their voice, maybe thinking they'd say something mean, like in that comment.

"what?" they sigh. "look, just 'cause we broke up doesn't mean we aren't going to talk. we agreed no hard feelings."

"well, apparently you broke that agreement," tolkien says.

wendyl furrows their eyebrows in confusion. they don't seem to be getting any of this. i don't either, at least the part about stan. i didn't even know they broke up.

"i'm sorry," they say. "am i missing something here?"

tolkien opens his mouth to answer but the bell interrupts him.

"i guess i'll see you later," wendyl waves goodbye, still looking very confused. they walkaway.

"that was weird," craig comments.

"i don't get it," i say. "what happened with them and stan?"

tolkien begins walking towards the school. "they posted some shit about stan and was being super insensitive towards his depression and mental health," he says, still sounding salty. "i can't believe they'd just act like they haven't done anything wrong! i'm sure bebe is strutting around the school acting like she's the victim." he says bebe's name with a sneer.

"can we maybe not talk about bebe?" clyde asks, bottom lip shaking. that's always the sign that clyde's about the cry. tolkien blinks and steps over to clyde, wrapping his arm around clyde's shoulder.

"'course, dude," he says, sounding sympathetic. "sorry,"

"it's ok," clyde smiles faintly.

jesus christ, what the hell is going on?

sorry this was so short, i couldn't think of more to write from tweek's POV. next is wendyl!
-rose <3