In Your Head: South Park

Plotting

"Ack! Jesus! This is WAY too much pressure! Gah-hah!"
Tweek subconciously let his feet carry him to the bathroom.
He felt that here, he could hide away from all the prying stares.
Holding onto the sink with both hands, the boy stared into the mirror, frowning at what he saw.
Tweek noticed how run-down he looked.
His bright blond hair was a mess, looking more like the head of a mop than a head of hair.
His eye bags had receded but the dark circles never went away and staring back at him, from upon his pale face, were green eyes, dull with exhaustion.
What's going on? What's wrong with me?
Tweek turned the nob on the tap and began splashing water over his face.
"Snap out of it Tweek! Just breathe," the boy muttered to himself.
Everyone's going to find out that you're crazy and then your parents will send you away to God knows what awful place!
"Urgh. Shut up! Shut up! Stupid brain."
Try as he might, Tweek could not shake the dreadful thoughts that were filling his mind.
His mind was a cup and his thoughts were water, overflowing at the rim.
My head is going to explode with all this pressure!

"Uh, hey Tweek. You okay there?" An uncertain voice uttered his name from the doorway.
"Argh! Ngh. Oh!" The blond turned, swamped with relief, to see his boyfriend walking over to him.
"H-hey Craig. Perfect timing. How is it that you always show up right when I need you?"
The raven-haired boy rested a hand on Tweek's shoulder.
"My Tweek sensors were tingling," he joked.
Tweek snorted in amusement. "I can't believe how much of a dork you really are."
"You love it," Craig teased.
"Actually," he explained, "Clyde texted me. He said you ran out of class, screaming. I guessed you might be here."
"Tch. Ah, right. Well, thanks for coming but I'm okay," the blond dismissed.
Craig eyed him skeptically.
"What's the matter, Tweek? You can tell me."
Out of nervous habit, Tweek tugged on his olive-green shirt.
"I'd rather not talk about it. Can you just...hold me for a while?" He begged, with a shy bite of his lower lip.
"Of course, honey," Craig smiled adoringly.

By last period, Tweek had seen only glimpses of Kenny and had not had a chance to speak with the mysterious boy.
I have to talk to him!
Tweek's palms grew sweaty as an idea popped into his head; a stupid one at that.
I have to be crazy to be considering this but it might be the only chance I get to talk to Kenny today. I can't wait any longer.
The blond drew in a breath, face hardening with determination.
I have to get detention.

"Tweek, how would you describe intertextuality?"
The boy jumped when his English teacher called on him.
"Ack!"
This is my chance.
"Um-"
What would Craig do?
The boy frowned, realizing his answer.
Oh sweet Jesus. This is a terrible idea.
Tweek sucked in an anxious breath and looked up at his teacher with round eyes.
"I-I'd describe it as- u-utter bullshit."
The classroom abrupted into a mixture of surprised gasps and hysterical laughter.
Ms Lorine's eyes widened in shock.
"Excuse me?" She gaped, brushing aside a strand of loose, auburn hair.
I'm sorry!
"Its pointless bullshit, created to mentally torture high school seniors," Tweek confirmed, doing his best to remain cool.
Though his eyes were apologetic, the boy stuck up his middle finger, for good measure.
Ms Lorine's face twisted into a scowl.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, young man," she shouted, "but you can march yourself straight to the principal's office, this instant!"
It worked! Oh, but my parents are going to kill me!
Tweek gulped nervously.
"Well said, Tweek!" A classmate cheered from the back of the room.
"Enough, all of you!" Snapped the teacher.
Though it hardly felt like it, Tweek has succeeded.
His plan had gone off without a hitch.