Before I start this chapter I would like to say that this story is written by 2 people. (one person writes the craig parts and the other one writes tweeks :)
Craig POV:
I lay awake, staring at the glowing stars stuck on my ceiling. I think of the way the sun and moon align during an eclipse or the way that some, if not most stars, are larger than the sun. I think of what I will be when I'm older, maybe I'll be an astronaut, or work at NASA. I would love to explore space, I want to be the best astronaut when I'm older. But for now, I guess I will just try to lay in bed and sleep. I wake up to see my sister, Ruby, burst through my door. I hear her babble nonsense, and at the end of her sentence I hear her telling me to get dressed and then she runs out of my room. I get up and slowly walk over to my closet where I put on my signature blue and yellow hat with my blue sweater and go to the bathroom where I brush my teeth then I go downstairs where I meet my parents and my little sister. "Do you ever change?" said my dad, I responded by flipping him off and walking past him to go to the car. Once we are in the car I find out from my little sister that we are going to the mall to meet Mr. Hankey The Christmas Poo. The car ride was short, we went through neighborhoods admiring the Christmas lights that were on the roofs of houses or the trees. When we passed Kyle's house we saw lights and a menorah at the front. 'What a weirdo' I thought, we passed Cartman's house and of course, as always he was bragging about what he got for Christmas. I wonder how long it'll take him to notice that no one gives a shit. The last house we saw was Tolkien's house and he had blow-ups and Christmas vines wrapped around his front gate, he also had a mistletoe at the front door and lights around the doorframe. I would love to live in his house but I think everyone feels that way. We soon arrive at the mall, my sister jumps out and grabs my hand leading me inside to see the infamous Mr. Hankey. We get in line and she starts blabbering about how long she's been waiting to meet him. I slowly tune her out while I look around us, I spot Stan and Kyle next to Mr. Hankey, Kyle was obsessed with Mr. Hankey and everyone thought he was insane at first. But I mean look at him now, everyone loves and knows about Mr. Hankey because of him. I keep looking around and spot a spiky-haired blonde boy, he looks familiar and then I realize it's Tweek.
Tweek POV:
Oh, god! Why me? First, my parents forced me to be here, and now Craig Tucker is behind me! He's gonna tell everybody! "GAH! Too. Much... PRESSURE!" I said, grabbing my hair violently. I tried to look away, hoping he didn't recognize me. I was shaking a bit as I kept pulling my hair. "Here you go hon!" my mother said, giving me a thermos filled with bitter coffee. I took it, taking sips while trying to calm down. If he didn't see me before, he did now! He's gonna beat me up, I just know it! "T-thanks Mom," I said, trying to smile, but I think she could tell something was wrong because she just gave me a worried glance before speaking to my dad.
They thought I couldn't hear them, but I heard them loud and clear. "Are you sure he's alright honey? He's been twitching like crazy recently" she said, only for my father to reply "It's Christmas season, he's bound to be a bit shaky. Maybe he got a girlfriend". I almost barfed at the thought. Sure the girls at my school were kinda cute, but I wasn't into them, it's not like they'd date me anyways.
I shook my head a bit. I realized we were next in line. GAH! Oh no! When I turn around Craig's gonna know it's me! I start to panic, glancing back and forth a few times. "Next!" I hear the man taking the pictures yell. I jumped and pushed forward slightly. Of course, it wasn't the real Mr. Hankey, just some old dude in a suit. "Howdy Ho!" he exclaimed in, I'm pretty sure, the worst country accent I've ever heard. He certainly wasn't being paid to be believable.
I scooted forward, awkwardly sitting on his lap. "Howdy young man!" he said again. God, he seemed so sweaty, I just wanted to get this over with! I twitched a bit, glaring at my parents. "Say cheese!" he said, looking at the camera, so did I. "Now what do you want for Christmas young man?" he asked me, but I already turned away from him, hoping off his lap. "GAH!" I said, still nervous as I hoped he wasn't gonna repeat the question. I practically ran back to my parents as I took another sip of my favorite, bitter drink. I could feel my face turning a bit red as I walked away. I'm sure Craig is gonna tell everybody!
I was so glad to be done with that, I hopped in the car. I buckled my seat as I looked out the window. We drove past many houses before arriving at our own. I saw Kyle's house, decked out with lights and a cut-out menorah. What a loser, I thought to myself. We happened to drive past Tolkien's house, damn that boy was lucky. I twitched a bit, thinking about how wonderful it'd be to live in a house like that.
I was happy when we arrived back home. I almost instantly ran up to my room and flopped in my bed. I sighed again to myself, feeling the comfort of my blanket. Even though it was Christmas break, I didn't feel like doing anything but lay in my bed. I looked around my room. Maybe I will drink more coffee later, at this point, I'm not sure what to do. I was so bored, and part of me was hoping school would start up again so I could at least look forward to a planned event.
"Tweek?" my mother walked in, scaring me half to death. "GAH!" I screamed, did she want to kill me in my youth? "Y-yes Mom?" I turned. "On Sunday, there's gonna be a Christmas party at Stark Pond. So make sure that you get ready that day!" she smiled. God, I hate parties! Anything with more than 5 people is too much in my opinion! "Alright M-Mom" I sighed, still sitting on my bed. I was not ready for Sunday.
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