"Wait, like seriously guys, I am so confused, I thought you were gay." Erick's loud voice boomed through the empty hallway. His eyes bugging out in mock surprise while he ran towards Tweek and Wendy. "Aren't you?"
"Hello Cartman, what has summoned your ever so loving presence before our eyes today," Tweek questioned in the most posh, sarcastic voice he could. Everyone in school knew that Erick was not from the brightest bunch and using any vocabulary higher than that of a third grader confused him. Erick furrowed his eyebrows before turned to Wendy for help.
"What he meant to say was, ' What do you want, fat ass' but your brain just couldn't understand it."
"Look Wendy just because Stan hasn't fallen for your flirtatious ways, doesn't mean you can act like a bit- oh well you look at that there he goes right now."
Wendy quickly looked behind to find that indeed Stan was there. Looking handsome as ever with his black locks hidden under his blue beanie that did wonders for his eyes. "Oh my fuckin' Goid, Tweek do I look okay, is my hair okay, what about my make up," she all but interrogated Tweek while violently shacking him.
"You look fine, I swear," Tweek replied simply, praying that it would be suffice to answer all of her questions, hoping it wasn't one of those days where Wendy needed detailed reassurance. It's not that he minded reminding his best friend of how beautiful she was, it was just that fact that she sometimes didn't believe him and his compliments made thing worse rather than help.
"You better not be lying," she whispered in his ear before walking over to Stan.
"So it looks like it's just you and me, huh, princess," Erick got closer to Tweek pinning him against the lockers.
"Oh piss off Cartman. I know damn well you are the last person to be gay."
"No, I am serious Tweek, you have made me feel something I thought I would never feel,"
Tweek turned his head, his cheek flush with the cold metal of the locker door, as Erick's face grew near and saw that the hallway was again empty, so much for asking Wendy for help.
"You make my heart flutter and every time I see you or think about you I get a massive hard on, you want to feel it?"
Tweek's head snapped back to stare at Erick and hesitantly looked down. His face immediately growing red, "are you serious?"
Erick burst out laughing, showering Tweek in droplets of his spit, before he backed away from Tweek. Now standing in front of the opposite lockers from Tweek, Erick was hunched over firmly clutching his stomach as he continued to laugh.
"Why are you laughing, asshole?" Tweek's embarrassment quickly dissipating and trading with confusion as he questioned Erick for his sudden hysteria.
"Dude, you really thought I was a faggot, I told Butters it would work now he owes me fifteen bucks," he explained, "I thought it was all going to shit because of Wendy being here and all," Erick seemed to gain enough self control and walked back to stand in fron of Tweek," lucky me Stan showed up at the right time."
Erick felt a quick double tap on his shoulder and found Wendy standing behind him with the most pissed off face Tweek had ever seen.
Before anyone could say anything Cartman was on the ground clutching his balls in his hands and Wendy was on top of him. She got in two good punches that busted his lip and filled his mouth with blood, before Tweek pulled her off. Which was quite easy since she had such a small figure, the hard part was that she was squirming and yelling at Tweek for him to let her go so she could finish him off.
Cartman groaned and removed a hand from his crotch to flip off Wendy causing her to laugh.
"It's about time you took it out of your ass, maybe now you'll be nicer to people, you donkey molesting pig."
"Okay that's enough my little warrior, it's enough that you left him without children," he gently dropped her to her feet," plus you can't punch people all of the time, you still haven't finished detention for hitting Craig."
"Eh, whatever, they both deserved it and I'm sure Cartman won't say anything to the principle about me beating him up."
"What, are you like threatening him, are you going to kill him if he talks, little miss mafia?"
Tweek wasn't too sure about where she would draw the line when it came to protecting him so if she said yes than he had horribly underestimated Wendy and would do anything in his power to never get in an altercation with anyone.
She giggled and smiled at him, but stopped once she saw that his face was serious. Wendy stared at him to see if there was any sign that he was joking, when she found none her face all but fell, regret and guilt of what she had done to Erick quickly washed over her. She didn't mean to upset anyone, much less her best friend, it was just that anytime someone made fun of Tweek her maternal instinct kicked in full gear and fist flew. It was no wonder Stan didn't like her, he was probably scared of her. Her mind was spinning with thoughts each one getting more darker. If she could only be like other girls, and not so masculine. She gently shook her head. These thoughts were for another time.
"NO. no. I just know for a fact that Cartman would rather die first than admit that he got beat up by a girl, geez what kinda girl do you take me for," she chuckled lightly to cover up how hurt she was.
"Well fighting all of my battles for me won't help at all, I want in on the action as well."
"Really, you of all people," she raised an eyebrow at him and saw out of the corner of her eye that he had turned a deep shade of red.
"Oh fuck off, mafia."
"Bite me, fairy."
Okay guys this is extremely short,even for me and I do apologize for that.
So if you can't see it already I am literally pulling this out of my ass every time. I'm pretty sure the only chapter I will have planned is the last one. I have an idea of where I might want to take it but I'm scared that someone will say I stole their idea or something like that. Anyway for now keep patient and Craig/Tweek scenes will be coming up shortly.
maybe I am blind to all of the signs that the world never wanted me
xxbecca
