Tweek Tweak, a 17-year-old boy who just moved into South Park due to their parents expanding their business, has to go through another shitty school year. Not to mention he's obsessed with coffee, has attention deficit disorder (ADD) and is constant...
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Really short!!
Tweek POV
Kyle had said some pretty wise words yesterday after I woke up.
Words I don't remember.
I really don't care though. Token is an asshole and Kenny is a cheating scum.
I really just want to get away from the drama, so I called butters and kyle. Kyle said he invited bebe—craigs ex— because she's in the same situation he's in.
I said yes even though I wanted to say no, because I don't want to sound...rude?
Idk I just don't give a shit about the girls problems.
Like, L bozo.
I was currently texting craig, because these bitches are late.
Shithead-that's why I haven't talked to. Tricia and now the guilt is eating me alive 😋
Craig Tucker gone soft??? When? I never would have thought of it :)))
Shithead-
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❤❤
Shithead-Fuck off.
okay lolol
-"Hey g—uys."
I stare at the three in confusion. Some blonde chick who I can assume is bebe, is crying her eyes out while butters attempts to calm her down—clearly not working— and kyle looks as happy as ever.
There is a hint of annoyance on his face though.
-"Hey dude, why does your phone keep vibrating? "
-"ignore it, also tell Blondie to get a fucking tissue. "
-"Rude!" The blonde yells.
-"that was the point. "
I watch as the bitch grabs a tissue and blows her nose on it, and then washes her hands.
At least she isn't a fucking slob.
I walk up the stairs and the two boys follow, and soon I hear the girls faint footsteps up the stairs.
We all lay in the middle of my room, and when bebe walks in I glare at her.
-"look, Tweek, is it? I don't care. Anyway, I get you probably hate me, but I don't love craig."
-"shocker" kyle mutters
-"see," bebe continues, -"I love wendy. I just dated Craig to get my mind off of her. I don't really love him, I just wanted a distraction, you know? I mean, if I was dating one of the school—" bebe started sniffing "school jocks, no one would know I have the hots for my best friend!"
I was about to speak, but butters beat me to it
-"there, there fella. I get how you feel, we all do, but crying over it won't help you at all."
We sit in silence before kyle speaks up
-"wendy knows that you like her. We all do."
Bebe sobs even harder and does not even bother to look up
-" she-she said she has a thing for you, but she loves Stan and we all know its not true. Stanley's drinking problem got worse and Wendy doesn't want to put more pressure bye breaking up with him and..."
We sit there in silence and I sigh. This is supposed to be a sleepover, but we're crying over boys.
I get up and go to my bathroom, and I start talking while looking for something.
-" I get it. I want to say I'm something more with craig, but it feels like I'm some sort of cum dumpster Craig can use as he please. I know he loves me, and he just gives off a vibe, you know. But..."
As I stop talking, bebes sobbing fills the room.
I walk out the bathroom and throw 8 types of sheet masks on the floor. I look over at bebe.
-" stop crying so we can do girly stuff at a girly sleepover in a girly room" I grab two of the sheet masks.
-"pick your poison, we'll start with this, and then the nails, and— I also have robes!"
-"like a relaxing spa day!" Butters says with enthusiasm
-"yeah!"
We went on with our day, and I totally forgot about Craig.
