Tweek's POV

I woke up to crust surrounding my eyes, I dug my fingernails into my thighs. The material from the dress I wore last night irritated my thighs and the other thing irritating me was my alarm clock. Continuously ringing in my ears was the sound of the clock, demanding me to wake up. I got off my bed and trudged slowly to grab my phone. 6:15 AM, it read. I made my way to my drawers and pulled out a simple outfit. A green denim jacket with a white tennis skirt.

I made a mess in my drawers while looking for a shirt. Then I saw something very dear to me. It was a black tee shirt with little tiny stars in the middle. Little aliens and UFOs circling the cute tiny stars. On the bottom of all the stars and UFOS, it said in pixelated font, "Your Out Of This World". It was dear to me for a reason. It was Craig's shirt or at least was. It's mine now but its scent still stuck to the shirt. Tears fell from my eyes again and rolled down my cheeks. Teardrops dropped to my feet, giving me chills down my spine. I wiped my tears away with the palm of my hands. I grabbed the shirt and closed the drawers and walked out of my room. I opened the bathroom door and closed it quietly. I looked at myself in the mirror.

Disgust. Disgust was all I saw. My eyes still had little tiny crusty pebbles around them, still red from all the crying I did last night. My hair was a mess more than usual being in little bundled knots at this point. My arms and legs had scratches and marks everywhere which came from the dress I wore to sleep last night like Sleeping Beauty. Thing is me and Aurora are different, her nickname was Sleeping Beauty and mine was a twitchy coffee freak.

"No wonder why Craig would cheat on me with Kenny", I said out loud. Tears overflowed my eyes. I wonder if anyone knew about last night. I haven't texted Craig about anything. I don't even know how I'd ask about it. I can't even ask about Kenny without Craig getting defensive. Craig wasn't always mine. He was Kenny's before I came into his life. I splashed some water into my face. I can't stay focused on this anymore. Time was already passing by.

I turned on the shower, then brushed my teeth and washed my face. I went back to the

shower, "warm enough." I stepped into the bath. Feeling the hot water splash against the marks on my back. Stupid dress. As I began to run my fingers thru my hair, it hits me. Does Craig want Kenny because I'm feminine? I liked wearing skirts and dresses. My appearance is girly. I'm in cheer, it just makes sense. Craig wants someone tough and independent. Not a scrawny pale boy.

I shampooed my hair and conditioned it washing my body right after. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. I put on my clothes and looked back into the mirror. I remember the first-ever time I wore a skirt to school.

- flashback

As I walked down the halls of school everyone stared at me. Craig then spotted me. "Aren't you adorable Tweek. Give me a twirl", he smiled. I giggled and spun around. Even though it's not normal for boys to wear skirts, he adored me anyways. One of the reasons Craig Tucker will forever have my heart. He cares about my happiness than his reputation

-flashback ended

My phone buzzed.

my dummy <3 is typing...

my dummy <3: good morning baby ❤️

You've got to be kidding me. I wanted to reply. But I can't do that to myself. How do you love someone and out of nowhere just stop? Especially after everything we've been through. We fought for our relationship but we never gave up. We kept trying no matter what. UnlessCraig just never loved me. At least he never loved me how I loved him.

Nonsense, I'm just overthinking. I pulled out my hairbrush and started combing my hair. I put on my headband and glasses, looked up at myself one last time. I look way better than when I woke up. I opened my medicine cabinet and took some eye drops for the redness in my eyes. I walked back to my room grabbing my backpack, earbuds, and my duffel bag for cheer.

It's shocking, isn't it? Tweek Tweak, varsity cheerleader? I'm a complete spasm but I'm pretty flexible and practice is therapeutic. Besides cheerleaders are pretty kind if you talk to the right ones. Wendy and I have gotten closer over the years because of cheer. Do you know what else is shocking? Wendy Testaburger and Eric Cartman, what the actual fuck. Wendy told me Cartman has changed over the years. Still an asshole but she says he listens to her and considers her feelings. They are both passionate about what they love and want anyways.

I plugged in my earbuds and headed downstairs. "Good morning mom, I'm going to the bus stop now", I shout. My mom peeked her head out of the kitchen, "Alright sweetie! Eat breakfast before school starts then." I put on my black converse high tops and head out the door. Wallows began to play while I walked to the bus stop.

"She was only seventeen

Why are girls in songs always seventeen?

She was from a movie scene

Now she plays in my head all day."

I walk with my head down. Should I tell Butters about last night? I wouldn't wanna break his heart. He's deeply in love with Kenny. Sadly Butters doesn't have the greatest family life but that's where Kenny comes in. Then again if I were in Butters shoes I'd want to know the truth. I should tell him, not to break his heart but to be a good best friend.

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omg hi, its been years. i reread chapter one and sheesh. i think imma rewrite it. anyways im so sorry for being inactive. because of quarantine i think im gonna be able to actually finish this story. we'll see where the boat floats - rikka