Tweek's POV :
I walked through the halls of the school. Glitter was everywhere, party streamers and balloons laid on the floor. I could hear r&b echoing from the end of the hall, coming from the gym. I took a deep breath before opening the doors.
I push open the doors and walk in. Balloons and party streamers everywhere. Smoke came from the curtains. I doubt it was a smoke machine though. There were even a few Pabst Blue Ribbon beer cans laying on the floor.
It's funny because I remember how middle school dances were. That's a lie, I've only been to one. But still, based on that experience it could never compare to a high school dance. Middle school Tweek and high school Tweek are complete opposites. Maybe dating Craig Tucker, the baseball MVP changed my reputation.
We officially started dating freshman year. Sophomore year hit and everyone changed. Not just Craig and I though. Some people grew taller, some people got skinnier or even fatter. Everyone just grew up. Finally, senior year hit, and here we are. Prom night here I am. Standing here, just waiting for someone to pull me into the crowd. But there isn't a single familiar face in sight.
There was Stan, drinking can after can.
Kenny, smoking joint after joint.
So many things going on at once. I just need to find Butters, maybe Wendy? Mainly Craig but I hardly doubt I'll find him in such a big crowd. He's probably talking to his teammates or maybe getting high.
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tweek is typing...
tweek : hey bitch are you here yet
my dummy <3 is typing...
my dummy <3 : yeah whore im just with kenny.
tweek is typing...
tweek : okay. have you seen butters?
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"No, but have you seen my date to prom?"
I looked up from my phone then turned my head. Behind me, the one and only Craig Tucker. I smiled and adjusted my glasses. "You're as red as a strawberry", he continues. I chuckled, "Your about to see strawberries. Your high aren't you?" "I didn't do any party drugs, no worries Tweek", he says as he grabs my hand.
Craig pulls me towards the gym doors. "Craig? Where are we going", I ask. I pull my hand back, "It's our prom night as seniors. We never get this night back ever again." "Trust me on this one. You don't wanna waste your time here anymore", Craig said. I didn't even spend more than ten minutes in here.
My phone began to buzz.
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butters :3 is typing...
butters :3 : hey man, where you at?
tweek is typing...
tweek : with craig. need something? are you okay?
butters :3 is typing...
butters :3 : just wanted to say i may be spending time with kenny. currently screaming inside.
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I squealed. "Who's that", Craig asked. "Butters! Guess who he's with", I smirked. Craig crossed his arms, "Kenny? They should just date at this point."
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butters :3 is typing...
butters :3 : let's call once we get home. i have so much to tell you (:
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Astounded || Creek ✓
عاطفيةTweek, a 4.0 student-athlete. All honors, a part of ASB, even in varsity cheer. He walks down the hall with his high-waisted pleated skirts and his oversized cardigans with his boyfriend. Craig, a 2.0 range GPA. Hardly in class, a part of baseball...
