In Your Head: South Park

The Party

"You seriously need to cut down on the coffee. You're addicted and its not healthy," Craig warned, as the two stepped out of his truck and into the crisp fall air.
Any warmth Tweek had felt for the boy before, immediately vanished. Clutching his reusable coffee mug as if it were a prized possession, he slammed the door shut and took a step toward Token's 'mansion,' as he liked to call it.
Brown and golden leaves crunched beneath Tweek's feet as he tripped on his long, black cloak.
This only irritated him further.
"Craig, I swear, if you talk about taking away my coffee again, I will throw all your space encyclopedias into a fire."
At this, his boyfriend gasped dramatically. "You wouldn't dare?" He challenged.
When Tweek's firm gaze failed to waver, Craig held a hand up to his chest with mock earnesty.
"Okay, okay. I promise," he chuckled, "I'll never mention it again."
Tweek simply shook his head in amusement before following Craig up to the house.
"You're lucky I love you."

"Happy Halloween!" A messy looking Clyde shouted, opening the carved, oak door and pulling both boys in for a tight hug.
Tweek wrinkled his nose at the sharp, rancid stench of Clyde's breath.
Oh, god. He's already drunk. Why am I not surprised? Tweek thought, pulling away from the embrace.
"Happy Halloween," the blond echoed shyly.
Craig didn't seem phased in the slighest.
"Hey, dude! Looks like the party's going well," he grinned.
Clyde's own smile only widened.
"Come on in and see for yourself," he invited.

Loud music blasted Tweek's ears as he walked inside, holding Craig's hand in his own.
The reek of alcohol was overwhelming. Almost enough to mask the lingering scent of marijuana.
Tweek had never been a big fan of parties.
Least of all, the kind that involved a bunch of rowdy teens getting drunk and high, yelling, vomiting and hooking up; amongst other ridiculous things.
To Tweek's displeasure, it seemed this was another one of those parties.

Clyde lead the boys towards the stairs, where Stan, who was dressed in a skeleton jumpsuit, was leaning on a defeated looking Wendy, who wore black cat ears.
"Please give me another chance," he pleaded as she led him carefully down the wooden staircase.
Wendy gave an exasperated sigh. "Stan you're drunk. I don't want to talk about this here. We are over and have been for a while now," she reminded him.
Tweek gave the poor girl a sympathetic half smile as he walked by.
It was obvious that Wendy still cared for her ex, despite her being the one to end their relationship.
Tweek turned to continue heading up to the second story, but was halted when a mop of curly golden locks whipped him across the face.
"Argh! Pffftt," he spat, wiping stands of Bebe's hair from his mouth.
"Wends, wait up!" The tipsy, girl called after her friend.
Her red heels clicked frantically on the floorboards as she rushed past. The bunny ears she wore on her head bobbed about.
Before she reached her friend, she was caught by Clyde, who, staggering closer to her, planted a sloppy kiss on her cherry red lips.
Giggling, Bebe leaned into the kiss and within moments, the two were making out passionately.
Craig must've noticed Tweek roll his eyes, as the boy gave his hand a comforting squeeze.
The blond looked up at him gratefully and the pair continued climbing the stairs.
"Let's keep going," Craig suggested. "Clyde will be playing tonsil hockey forever and I want to see Token."

Craig stepped through Token's ajar bedroom door.
The dark skinned boy, who had been sitting cross legged on his bed, surrounded by a small group of people, looked up with a smile.
"S'up bros?" He greeted cooly, his deep brown eyes meeting his friends'.
Following Craig into the bedroom, Tweek's own gaze drifted towards the autographed basketball posters and framed pictures of his girlfriend, which were hanging on the dark purple walls.
"Have a seat," Token offered, patting a hand on his bed. "I'm glad you two finally decided to show up."
Craig scoffed, plonking down beside his friend. "You can thank Tweek for that."
A small grunt of embarrassment left Tweek's mouth.
"S-sorry," he murmured, scuffing his feet on the shiny, pine floorboards.
He decided to take a seat on the bed, opposite Craig and next to Kyle.
The boy with the green hat and vampire cape smiled politely as he did so.
It was only then that it occurred to Tweek that Token was also dressed in a black cloak.
Now that he thought about it, as was Clyde.
Tweek wondered if the guys had planned their matching outfits without his knowledge.
He shrugged.
What did it matter if they had1?