This is gonna be a short story. Like about, 200 words or something. Either way, enjoy. South Park belongs to Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

I returned home from school. That fake breakup idea was a total disaster.
My father was smiling. But his smile faded as he saw how down I felt. I walked up the stairs. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I entered my room and closed the door. The fake breakup didn't work at all.

"Stupid...Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I yelled. I slammed my fist against a table. For some reason, I felt tears burn in my eyes. I wiped them off. "I used people...What kind of person would say that?!" I yelled to the wall.

The wall made no response as my yelling bounces of it. I sighed and sat on my bed. I wanted to yell at Tweek, but I know how fragile he is. I covered my face with my hands. The feeling of crying overwhelms me and I started crying softly. What kind of a boy am I to cry?

I kept on crying softly. This was so stupid. I should have not come up with this idea. I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have! Now more drawings of me and Tweek is gonna keep happening and happening. I decided to look in the mirror.

'Look at how pathetic you are. You fucked up. You fucked up greatly.' I thought in my head. I sighed and left.

And you know what happens afterward. If you watched the Tweek x Craig episode, you would know. If not, I suggest you watched the episode so you would know what happens.

Word count: 246 words (Not counting the ending note and the word count note).