(Dylyn)

Okay, I'll make this a/n quick.

I'm so sorry about the lack of updates on this story, I've been having to watch my little sister since last week so I have no time alone whatsoever. Plus I'm having a tough time in school and have Drama practice a lot. And topping it with problems with someone in my life.

I'm also working on a few other stories, and I want to post one so I can do a sorta back and forth thing so I won't have to stress over this story so much. I just don't know yet.

But in all, thank you all so much for actually liking the junk I post! I swear it really means so much to me! Thank you!!

Ps. This chapter isn't the best, it is longer than the others though. I hope that's okay.

(Dylyn out)

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-Craig's Pov.-

"Godamnit!" I shout after the third try at calling Tweek. I chuck my phone a few feet in front of me. Well, a few yards. It ended up flying past my main destination and going over board, big time. So, it landed next to the curb instead of on the grass.

I groan in annoyance as I push myself to my feet. Ice is covering most of the ground, so I'm careful with my feet as I steady myself. A breeze rushes around the air and to me. I shiver, feeling it on my face, through my hair, and on my ears. Wait...

I spin around, noticing my hat fell of my head. Probably from when I ran my hands through my hair. I sigh, bending down to grab it. I snatch it off the steps brushing shit off of it. Once it's 'clean', I put it back on my head. Warmth spreads against my ears and my hair is nearly all covered now.

         That's better, now what was I up for? Oh right! My phone...

I spin around on my heals, shoving my hands in my pockets. I make my way around the huge piles of snow and across the Tweak's driveway, being sure not to step on any. I was nearly halfway to my phone when the ice begins controlling me.

        I slip, falling backwards. I attempt to catch myself, but with my hands in my pockets, it just became a failed attempt. I fall right on my ass, hitting the icy and cold ground hard.

      "Shit!!" I shout, groaning loudly in pain. My eyes snap shut and I cringe, holding my breath a bit. I let out separated groan, and a few light whimpers here and there. I rub just above my butt, but it didn't help much. I was actually nearly on the verge of a tear, but I groan and shout again to chase it away.

"Hahahaha!!! Dude, that was hilarious!!"

    The sudden voice scared me half to death. I hear them continue laughing, but I ignore them. I know that laugh.

       After a second, my pain dies down a bit, I open my eyes. My eyes land on none other then Kenny McCormick.

        He's hunched over, laughing his ass off well mine's over here freezing. I glare at him as he continues laughing at me.

          Once he looks finishes his laugh-fest, he straightens back up, a huge grin across his face. His hood is down, showing his messy, blonde hair and a few bruises and cuts on his face. The usual.

        I flip him the bird and shakily get back on my feet, making sure not to fall again.

"Fuck off, I slipped." I state plainly, regaining balance in my legs. He sticks his hands in his Parka, shrugging a bit. I begin rubbing my sore ass, wincing at the slight pain that came with it.

"You need help with that, Tucker?" He seductively asks, leaning forward with a smirk spreading across his pale face. Fucking pervert. I furrow my eyebrows, taking my hands off my aching butt and and flipping him off.

"Fuck off, McWhoreDick." I emphasize specially for him, straightening my posture. He shrugs again, letting his smirk resume it's position on his face. I'm pretty sure he takes that insult as a complement 24/7. Fucking hell.

       He starts walking towards me. I clench my fists, only for him to stop and bend down. I loosen my grip, confused until I see him take a hand out of his pocket and swipe my phone off the snow pile it rested on. He spins it around in his hand and begins staring at the screen, scrolling every other second.

          Shit, I never shut it off.

"Give that ba-"

"Wow, are you obsessed with that spaz or something?" He cut me off, letting out a chuckle as he continues scrolling threw MY phone.

I rush over to him. Oh, He's dead.

         I only realize I'm walking to fast when my foot slips on the ice again, taking me down with it.

        I fall forward this time, but my hands are out of my pockets, so I catch myself. Sorta...

          I land on my side, my arm bent a bit under my body. And no, it didn't break. My head smacks on the ground, giving me an immediate migraine. My vision becomes a bit blurred as I hear Kenny begin to laugh again.

       "Fuuuuuuck!" I yell, rolling onto my stomach and doing a push-up to get on my knees. My day is just going amazingly, isn't it?!

         I hold my head, slowly raising myself off the ground. I lightly caressed my temples with my one hand as I make my way over to McCormick. Slower this time.

          I finally make it over to him, his laughter died down quickly as he is still scrolling through my phone. He's looking through my photos. Fuck.

         I swipe the phone from his hands and punch him in the gut.

"That isn't yours to look at." I growl, grinding my teeth. He is taken back by the hit, and bends forward, gripping his stomach. I watch him as he groans in pain. Before I turn around, he snaps his head up.

"So are you?" He hesitates. His voice is raspy and out of breath. I just flip him off and walk back to the Tweak's porch, sitting down carefully. My head hurts so bad....

       Kenny follows me, still gripping his stomach.

         "Stalker," he mocks, smirking at me and shoving his hands back in his pockets. I look up and glare at him.

        "You're one to talk." I end up groaning, as it hurts to speak. He shrugs again. He's getting on my last nerve now. In a moment of anger, I kick my foot up and push him over, letting the ice take over him.

        "Hey!" He angrily shouts as he falls back onto a pile of snow. Damnit, I wish he fell on the fucking cold concrete. Piece of shit...

         He laughs a bit at my angered expression, standing back up and brushes snow off his Parka. I take a look at my phone, checking for any cracks or anything. Luckily, it was still okay.

        I shove my phone in my pocket and look up to see a playful smirk on his lips. I furrow my eyebrows a bit. Cocky asshole...

        He bends down and forces his pointer finger under my chin, snapping my head upend leans towards my face. I begin to back up as far as I could. He just followed me, keeping a grip on my chin. My back soon hits the hit the door.

        He leans in really close. I bawl up my fist, grinding my teeth. Before my fist could connect with his bruised jaw, he speaks.

         "So, are you going to take my offer yet?" He says in a low sexual voice. It makes me cringe. Why would I ever take an offer from a Whore!

  ~Flash Of The Backs For Explanations My Friends~

            Fuuuuuuck. I hate detention so much. I'm in it so much, constantly sitting in a boring ass classroom for an hour or more. The teacher tells us all to shut up and most of us do. The people who don't get to say here longer if they do. Mrs. Chokesondik is the one watching us after all. And her temper is as worse as ever on Mondays, like today.

        "AND IF I HEAR ONE PEEP FROM ANYONE, I WILL KEEP YOU ANOTHER HOUR. UNDERSTAND?!?" She screams at us, quickly plopping herself in her desk, beginning to write 'F's' on the papers in front of her with a bright red pen.

        I let out a silent groan, flipping her off. She doesn't notice though. I cross my arms on the desk in front of me and burying my head in them.

        It's at these times I wish I hadn't flipped off nearly every teacher I had. It just caused me to end up right back in this hell-hole. Yet, I continue to stick my finger in the air for teachers to notice and immediately give me detention. Maybe I should stop, so I don't end up here again...

          But what fun would that be?

        Finally, after a long and boring hour, the hell ends.

         "Those who only had an hours worth of detention, GET THE FUCK OUT! AND THE LITTLE SHITS WHO TALKED, STAY WHERE YOU ARE!!" Mrs. Chokesondik's voice pierced through everyone's ears as half of us rushed out.

           Once I stepped out the door, cool air softly spread against my face. I guess the classroom was hot or something. Never noticed.

          I make my way to my locker to get my stuff and head out. The hallways were extremely quiet, to the point where it gave me chills. Silence just freaks me out like that.

          I spun around the corner, looking ahead to my locker a few feet away. I never expected to see anyone at it though.

          "Hey there Tucker~" I hear Kenny McCormick purr. My face has a bored expression, but I am seriously disgusted. Let's just say....
  
         I hate him.

          I walk to my locker, just deciding to ignore him.  He moves and leans against the next locker, facing me. There is a Cheshire Cat smirk on his face as he intently stares at my actions.

          I take a few books that are sprawled around my locker and shove them in my backpack. Once all my stuff was together, I zip my bag up,  pull it out of my locker, and sling it on one of my shoulders. Before I can shut my locker, Kenny's hand reaches over and slams it for me.

          It startled me, but I didn't flinch. Flinching showed signs of weakness. Same with showing emotion, besides anger. And I'm not about to act weak in front of this asshole. Not a chance.

          I stand still, shooting him a glare and flipping him off before spinning around and heading away.

         "Hey, Fucker! I wanted to talk to you~" he shouts in a sexy voice. I, for one, don't think it is at all, but every whore at this school thinks so. I groan, stopping and turning back to him. I cross my arms, sending him more glares as he begins walking to me.

        "What." I demand, keeping my ground as he gets unwanttingly close to me. He stops in front of me and leans forward towards my face. He's just as tall as I am, so he's eyes are level with mine. Damn, it's easier to intimidate shorter people.

        I lean back, avoiding any closeness with him. It's gross. He brings one of his hands up to my face and, using his thumb and pointer finger, takes a hold of my chin lightly.

       "I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime...Like at my house..." He says in a sexual tone and I swear, I nearly threw up. He leans closer to my face, his lips inches away, making me a bit nervous. But mostly frustrated.

         "Not a chance, I don't like prostitutes." I reply angrily, backing away and spinning around.

      "Oh come on Tucker! I'm hot, your hot, let's make that an us~" he purrs, not moving from his spot in the middle of the hall.

        I was getting impatient, like always. Why would he even expect me to say yes? He's a serious pervert and has literally fucked about everyone at this school. It's disgusting.

        I'm not saying I'm a purified Saint, I'm just not a sick fuck.

         "Fuck. Off." I don't hesitate to state as I turn the corner, escaping the situation all together.

        "I'll just try again when you aren't on your period," he snorts loudly from around the corner. I hear footsteps getting softer by the step. He must've walked the other way. That fuck too, I was about to kill him. I mentally flip him off before continuing down the hallway.

          I finally made it to the front of the school. I push open one of the double doors and immediately feel the cold winter-like air attack my face. The breeze feels nice....at first...

          "H-hey Craig!" I hear a voice shout to my left. I turn my head to see Tweek leaning against the brick wall with his phone in his hand. He smiles at me, causing me to automatically smile back. Damn, he's so cute...

          "Hey Tweek, why are you out here?" I question, a bit confused why he'd be at the school, well...after school. 

          "I was w-waiting for you," he chirped, shutting his phone off. He pushes off the wall and walks over to me. I give him a confused look.

          "Why? Tweek, you didn't have to wait for me," I chuckle as he stands at my side.

           "It's whatever, I had extra credit a-anyways..." He informs, hiding his smile from me. I smile as I gaze down at him. I nudge him a bit with my elbow.

         "Thank's Tweekers," I say. He looks up at me, so I flash him a smile. He smiles back, but his smile is bigger. It makes me get a few butterflies as he nudges me back.

          "No charge!" He jokes, and begins walking away from the school.

        I follow him as we both walk to our homes. His is closer, so we won't get to walk together as much, but I still love the bit of time I get with him.

        He's posture is neat, and he isn't shaking or stuttering as much as usual. Not to mention he's being super cheerful and smiling a ton. I sigh in relief, that means he had a good day. When he's shaky or paranoid it mostly means he's stressed, or scared. I'm glad he's okay.

       I strike up a conversation as we walk the few blocks to his house, giving a few jokes here and there. Although it seems I'm alright, I don't feel alright. My mind keeps tracing back to that perverted freak and his stupid little offer.

         I'm never going to be with him. Not as long as I have my Tweekers and never ever.

       ~Flash Of The Backs Over~

         He's no joke asked me to either 'hang out' or 'play with him' 17 times since Monday. Just the thought of doing anything with him gives me chills. Bleh...

         "No thanks. I already told you I don't date prostitutes." I throw at him. His smirk stays plastered on his face as he pokes at my chest, dragging his finger down.

         "I never said we have to date..." He purrs, sliding his finger way to close to places it shouldn't be. I pull my foot up and kick him again, causing him to fall on his ass back in the snow pile. He chuckles and leans back, looking comfortable.

           "Fuck off." I say, flipping him off well standing to my feet. I still have a huge migraine, but I shook off most of the dizziness. I walk away from Kenny and down the driveway.

       I'm going to keep looking for Tweek, I'm too worried to care about Kenny right now. I make sure and even double check my speed this time. Going to the hospital is not my ideal Saturday.

As I make it out of the icy area and on the sidewalk, Kenny stands back on his feet and follows me.

        "I get it. It's Tweek, isn't it?" He asks, chuckling a bit. I freeze in my place and my eyes widen.

        I know it's obvious I have a thing for Tweek, but how did he know? I thought I hid it pretty well...

       "N-no..." I accidentally stutter. "Damnit..." I whisper under my breath.

        "Called It!" He shouted which ended up being in my ear. I winced at the sudden noise after nice silence. He ruins everything godamnit!

         "Shut the fuck up! You have a thing for Butters!!!" I mockingly and angrily shout back, spinning around and facing him.

        His expression changes drastically from collected and cracked up, to pale and fearful. A blush coding his cheeks.

        "Who told you that??" He quickly questioned, his eyes wide and his words full of worry. I began to lightly laugh at his scared stature and he looked at me confused, the blush still clear on his face.

         "No one," I replied, covering my mouth to stop myself from bursting into laughter. His jaw drops and his face gets redder. "Now I know, I guess," I reply slyly, smirking a bit before spinning back around and walking away from him.

Damn, that was a huge risk. I actually had no idea he liked anyone, but the last person I saw him with was Butters, so he was my first guess. I guessed right then...

Thank fuck he didn't follow me this time, he just stayed there, a dumbfounded expression stuck on his face. I chuckle a bit before pulling out my phone. I decide to head to Token's to see if Tweek is there, since Token is like the 'mom' of the group.

I make a bit of a plan as I make my way to Token's place. I dial a number in my phone and hold it up to my ear as I quicken my pace to arrive faster. It's freezing as hell and I still have a shitty migraine. Fuck the ice, I hope it dies.

And I'm talking to a substance.
Amazing job Craig.

After a shit ton of rings, I finally hear that annoying voice.

"Yo, what's up Craigster?!" They shout, causing me to retract my phone from my ear. I put it back, already irritated.

"Don't call me that Clyde." I say sternly, shoving my icy cold hand in my pocket.

"No can do, Craigster. It's your nickname. So what's up?" He replies in a quieter voice. I'm a bit surprised he's away at 7:20am, he barely gets up for school. But at least he picked up his phone this time.

"Have you seen Tweek recently? And to follow-up, why are you up at 7am on a Saturday?" I question, shock lightly sprinkled in my voice. I hear a tv on in the background, and another voice shout something.

"Y'know, sleepover at Token's. Stay up all night and play Mario Cart. Haven't got a good night sleep at all. The usual Saturday," he answers in a tired voice. "But I haven't seen Tweek since yesterday at lunch. Why, did something happen?"

"I don't know, that's the problem." I say, covering my worried tone. I failed and I think they noticed.

"Woah, what happened?" I hear Token's voice pass threw the phone.

"Clyde, am I on speaker?" I ask, my voice clearly annoyed.

"Yeah, Token's your bud too y'know, he's gotta hear this." He replied. I let out an irritated sigh and hang up the phone, shoving it back in my pocket. I hate being on speaker, it's stupid.

My phone buzzed and buzzed, but I ignored it since I already knew it was Clyde. Idiot's gonna ruin my battery percentage...

I walk, noticing things as I make my way to Token's. The weather has changed drastically since yesterday. There is ice on the ground, and snow piles scattered everywhere. Yet, it's getting warmer, and cloudy. I can barely see the sunrise. I hope it doesn't rain. That happens too much. Snowy, to cloudy, to rainy, to clear, and back to snowy. South Park weather is so bipolar, and it's only September.

I was nearly to Token's house, so I just brushed off the vibrations from my phone and approached his security guard. My expression was blank as he lean against his booth, carefully watching the cars roll by with an intimidating glare. Not as intimidating as mine though.

He noticed me and push himself off the booth and walked inside it. He takes a look at this shitty list with approved visitors. It's the dumbest thing ever, but why should I care.

"Craig Tu-" I begin before he cuts me off.

"Yes. I already know you." He says in an annoyed tone. "You don't have to repeat your name every time you come here."

I knit my eyebrows together and grid my teeth. He is an idiot. This is why I preferred any sleepover's at Clyde's or my house.

"That's not what you said last time you stupid shit." I said threw my teeth, passing him and heading towards Token's front door. I hear him scowl and shout something at me, but I really couldn't care any less. I flipped him off as I approached the door.

I was about to knock when I head a familiar voice from above me.

"Token! Quit cheating!" I hear a few gunshots, clearly coming from a stereo system before Token responded.

"I'm not cheating, your just terrible," and more gunshots. Godamnit, they are always so loud.

I drop my hand, no even wanting to try and knock, before reaching for the doorknob and twisting it. Locked. Expected. I let out an irritated sigh as I rolled my eyes and bent down towards the potted plant on there porch.

I lifted it up, dragging my hand across the bottom. Once I felt a familiar bump, I dug my nails under it and pulled it out from the bottom of the pot.

I've been here long enough to know where they hide there spare key. I know, "there rich, they wouldn't have there spare in a place like that", I couldn't believe it either.

I took the tape off and it resigned on my favorite finger as I slipped the key in the lock and unlocked the door. Once it was unlocked, I quickly put the key back and walked in the house.

I turned to the right to see a panel next to my head. Now, what was the code again...769901? Or 779801...

I tried the first one, and the panel began to beep. Damnit, this shitty security system. I typed in my second guess in and it made son kind of ring. I guess I did it right? Whatever.

I slipped my shoes off and began walking up their stairs to Token's room. The stairs were super long, so once I was at the top, I flipped them the bird.

And now I'm talking to inanimate objects. Best day ever...

My phone was still vibrating and hasn't stopped since I hung up on Clyde. Maybe I should use that for my own amusement...

I take my phone out of my pocket as I make it down the hall towards Token's bedroom. I can already hear the loud game they're playing just from out here. Plus there constant bickering of who is winning.

I slowly and quietly open the door, first noticing them in the corner of the room by Token's Tv. Token was punching in all kinds of combos in his controller, obviously beating Clyde. Clyde was button mashing with his phone pushed against his ear with his shoulder.

I sneakily walked over to them, and about halfway there I answered my phone.

"What." I say softly, making sure they don't hear me.

"Craig! I'm sorry man! Please don't do that to me!!" He shouts, only partly focused on the game now. I am right next to him now, and I bend down to his ear.

"Fuck you Clyde."

He lets out a horrified shriek and swings his hands around, nearly hitting me in the face. I stand back up in time to dodge a fist flying to my jaw, and not a moment later he hops up on his feet and spins around, his fist up in the air like he was going to fight me.

I chuckled as his face softened once he saw it was only me. I flicked his forehead as he dropped his arms to his sides.

"Like you could do anything to me," I chuckle again, stepping back. His face goes red, but I can't tell if he's embarrassed or if he's mad. He's probably sad, it is expected though.

He begins to whine, which turns into him wailing. He falls down on the floor and curls up in a fetal position as tears escape his eyes. What a Crybaby.

"Clyde, get up." Token chimes in, not caring to take his eyes off the game he's playing. That only made it worse, as Clyde began hollering at Token about "Being nicer". His usual speech, but right now I'm not having it. It isn't as important as Tweek.

"Shut the fuck up, Now." I tell them, nearly shouting over them. I made my voice stern and intimidating so they would take me seriously. Because this is serious.

I've never been genially worried about anything unless it's important. The only people I worry about are Ruby, Stripe, Tweek, Token, and Clyde. No one else matters as much as them to me and this is a moment where I am terrifyingly worried. I'm afraid something happened to Tweek, it's obvious something did. I don't exactly know how, but I can just feel it. Like I can tell just by thinking of him.

Clyde and even Token stopped and looked at me. Clyde looked a mix of worried and scared, but Token looked concerned. Token tossed his controller in front of himself and turned his self around to face me.

"What's wrong Craig?" He said, folding his hands in his lap.

"Yeah, are you okay?" Clyde followed up, cocking his head at me. The both starred in somewhat anticipation as I let out a slight sigh. I attempted to keep my voice from shaking as I told them.

"I can't find Tweek. He left a while ago and I can't find him. I'm w-"

"Worried?" They both finished, creeping me out a little. I raised an eyebrow at them, a tad-ton confused at why the hell they'd know what I was going to say.

"We could tell, you sound like you did at that one basketball game where I got a concussion," Token explained, standing up and crossing his arms.

"And when I got in that fight with Stan when he kicked me right to the damn hospital," Clyde added, scratching the back of his neck and cringing at the memory.

They're right. No matter how hard I try to cover my emotions, these guys (Ruby too) always seem to see through most of it. Not like anyone else, even my mother.

"Will you help me look for him. I'm really...." I sighed, taking my hat off and running my hand threw my hair. "...really worried..."

My eyes opened and I already see Token calmly getting ready and Clyde scrambling to get dressed.

"Give us a minute to get ready," Token says, picking a shirt from his closet.

"Yeah! We got your ba-AHHH" Clyde trips over his feet well trying to change shirts. He falls on his face and lets out a screech. He easily starts bawling at the 'horrible pain' he feels. I roll my eye at him and tell him to get up, which he listens and begins getting ready again.

After about 5 minutes of Token and I waiting for Clyde as he tumbled around, he was finally ready to go.

"Okay, how about we split up. I can check the restaurants. Clyde, you can go check hang out places, like the school or Stark's. Craig, you go ask around at people's homes. Sound cool?" Token questions as we walk out of his house.

"Perfect! C'mon!!" Clyde shouts and races off past the security guard and down the street. Token laughs a bit and I smile. Clyde's such a dork.

"Yeah, awesome plan." I pat Token on the shoulder before speedway down the street. I look back to see him head towards the M burger down the street.

I don't admit it much, but I'm so glad to have friends like Token and Clyde. They are the only people who really understand my situations. Or at least try to, unlike everyone else I've tried to befriend. That's probably why I stopped trying to make anymore friends. Token, Clyde, and Tweek are alI need.

I really hope Tweek is okay. I'm starting to sound like a sappy little girl with a high-school crush. I'm acting like it at least, but there's nothing wrong with being worried about your friend. Maybe I'm taking it to far, I bet we'll find him and he'll be just fine.

The cold and windy air blasted through my face. It was snowing, so little flakes were floating through the air, creating piled around me. It made me think of the times when we'd play in the snow. We should do it again sometime...

Once we find Tweek, we can play, like when we were kids. Kids with out problems like this.
And we will find him.
And he will be okay.

I stopped in my tracks, feeling a bad pang in my chest. It took my breath away, and I had to recuperate myself before I could even stand up straight again. After a moment or two, I could breathe again and kept on walking.

Wonder what that was about...