"I don't think he could be fun to hang out with one on one even if he tried!"

"He's a more likeable person than you, though."

"What are you talking about?! Look at that deadpan expression and then compare it with my adorable face! NOW who's more loveable?"

Clyde and Token were arguing over who was a more enjoyable person to be around - me or Clyde. Of course, the self-centered obnoxious idiot was voting for himself and though Token was indifferent on the entire subject, he seemed to be leaning towards me in an attempt to push Clyde's buttons.

So they argued for a little while until Tweek made an attempt to scurry passed us with a damp rag in this hands.

"Yo! Tweek!" Clyde called. The blonde stopped and gave him a questioning look, to which Clyde responded with by grinning and continuing what he was saying, "Tweeky! Tweekers! The Tweek Master!" Tweek's face turned a light shade of pink and his shaking got slightly worse at the mention of all these weird nicknames, "Who's a more loveable person? Me or Craig?" Clyde slipped an arm around Tweek's shoulders.

"ACK! No way, dude, I-I'm not choosing!" Tweek shook his head furiously and squeezed and twisted the rag.

Clyde frowned, "Why the hell not?!"

"Be-because! GAH! IT'S JUST W-WAY TOO MUCH - NGH - PRESSURE!" explained Tweek. I flipped them all off and stood up to get back to work. Tweek and I were in the middle of our shifts when the two had walked in. My break was almost over and I had to get back to helping Tweek around the store.

Clyde finally let go of Tweek. The blonde took this opportunity to run off to where he had originally planned to go to; a table that someone had spilled coffee on and failed to clean up.

I heard the door open and resumed my spot behind the counter, not bothering to look up at who was there until they were actually in front of me.

"Oh, gee, Kenny.. Are you sure you don't want anything?" someone said. I glanced up and saw that it had been Butters Stotch and Kenny McCormick who walked in.

Kenny nodded his hooded head, "I don't really like anything here."

Butters looked at him for a minute with a slightly worried expression as if he had a feeling that his friend was lying. Soon, however, he slowly nodded his head and turned to face me, "May I have a strawberry banana smoothie?"

I raised an eyebrow but nodded nonetheless and gave him his total. He paid and before they went to the counter to wait for their drink, I saw a hint of a smirk on McCormick's features when we made eye contact. I frowned.

After I made Butters his smoothie and gave it to him, he and Kenny found an empty seat by the window and engaged in small talk from what I saw. It was weird. I mean, I know they were always friends but they seemed a little closer than usual that day. A small sigh escaped my lips and I went back to working without a second thought on the subject.

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After my shift, Clyde and Token were still hanging around the shop. Tweek was still on duty and wouldn't get off until later that night so I walked over to the two before heading out.

"So, do you have a date?" asked Clyde while wiggling his eyebrows.

"A what?" I questioned.

"A date, dude! Don't tell me you don't even know what month it is," Clyde laughed. I raised my eyebrows and stared at them, waiting for someone to explain to me why I would have a date and for what reason.

"Valentines Day," Token explained, "there's a school dance coming up for the occasion. No clue why anyone would want to waste their time there, though."

"You're such a Debbie Downer! Just because you don't have anyone to go with doesn't mean you can't have a little fun," pouted Clyde.

"It's not like you have anyone to go with either," Token spat.

"Oh, yes I do!" all of a sudden Clyde got fired up, "I'm going with Bebe!" This was a surprise to both me and Token. We stared at him for a minute and he straightened his voice, "You know, hot blonde? Always wears a red jacket.."

"We know who she is, idiot," Token chuckled lightly, "We're just surprised that she actually wants to go out with you."

"Look who's talking! You don't have anyone to go with!" Clyde retorted. Token rolled his eyes and I turned around to leave, "Craig! You're going aren't you?!"

"No," I responded, walking out of the shop before they could say anything else.

I stuffed my hands into my pockets and frowned to myself at how many couples were on the street. Maybe that was why Kenny and Butters seemed to be a little more.. talkative with each other that day. Maybe that's why other people were snogging on the streets. I even spotted Kyle and Stan holding hands down the street and looking as if it was the easiest thing in the world. I didn't think love was that easy, though.

Romance, love, relationships. It's all bullshit in my opinion. So I flipped off every couple in sight and trudged to my house where hopefully nothing lovey-dovey was going on. We weren't that type of family, anyway, so I wasn't all that worried.

"We're heading out, see ya later Tweek!" Clyde waved as the two stood up.

"Erk! B-bye!" I responded, waving toward them. Just when they were about to head out to the door, Clyde turned around and ran over to me.

"What the fuck, Clyde!" Token called, obviously wanting to leave already.

"Tweekster!" there he goes again with the weird nicknames, "Don't worry, with my help you'll totally get a date to the dance."

"GAH! WH-WHAT?!" I exclaimed. There were two things wrong with what Clyde had just told me. For one, I didn't even know there was a dance coming up. What was it for? Were they shutting the school down and they decided to have one last get-together before it got taken down? Oh, god, that would really suck! What would happen with my education then?! As for the other thing, I didn't want a date to any stupid party!

"The Valentines party," Clyde winked.

"I-I..." there was nothing I could think of to say, so Clyde laughed and pat my shoulder.

"Don't worry, man, I've got a great idea," he nodded and a smirk began to play on his lips. With that, he ran out the door with Token.

This was definitely not going to be good, I could just feel it! So I spent the entire rest of my shift worrying over what Clyde was going to do. Once my dad came and said I could head back home, I rushed to my house and hurried inside where my mother had just finished eating dinner.

"Oh, Tweek, your food is on the counter," she said, smiling at me. I nodded and cautiously walked up to it, wondering if she hated me enough to poison it.

"I-I'm not that hungry," I told her, staring hard at my plate, "Can I s-save it for - ERK - tomorrow?"

"Sure thing, sweetie," Mom smiled and went to clean her dish. I hurried to my room and jumped on my bed, frowning in thought.

I was so stressed out about what was going to happen. Clyde wouldn't do anything too weird would he? No, I don't think he'd be that mean to me.. Would he?

I must've stressed myself to sleep because the next thing I knew, I was in Nightmare Land.

To this day I can't even remember what happened in that terrifying dream other than the fact that it scared the shit out of me. I awoke in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, shaking like crazy and on the verge of bursting into tears. My heart was racing and I found myself looking around the dark room in fear something would be there.

The silhouettes of my drawers and desk suddenly resembled the figure of a person standing and staring. I couldn't stand it, so I ran out of bed and flipped on the light switch. Taking a look around I had come to the conclusion that I was, indeed, in my room alone. In case I was wrong, however, I jumped straight back into my bed and wrapped myself in the covers as if that would protect me from a serial killer. No, I needed weapons.

The only thing wrong with that was the fact that we didn't have any weapons other than kitchen knives and I would have to get out of bed to reach those. So I stayed put and thought of all the places that someone could be hiding in my room at the moment.

After a while I couldn't stand being alone with my thoughts and instinctively reached for my phone which had been sitting on the desk next to me, charging for the next day. I unplugged it and searched for someone, anyone, to talk to.

Clyde would ignore my call, that I knew for sure. Token was a heavy sleeper and he wouldn't even stir if his phone went off in his ear. I only ever spoke to Butters when we crossed paths in the school corridor and he was way too nice for me to just wake up.

My eyes landed on Craig's contact and I was shocked that I still had it after all those years. Had he changed his number since the last time he gave it to me? I didn't want to call some stranger... I used to call him all the time whenever I had night terrors and he always answered no matter what time of night.

I took a deep breath and hit the call button. It ringed so many times that I had come to the conclusion that he wouldn't answer and was about to take it away from my ear to hang up when someone's sleepy voice emitted from the speakers.

"Hello?"