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It all started on paper. Lined paper to be exact, the edge torn a bit from being ripped from it’s notebook a little too fast. Despite that it was folded neat and precise, the person obviously took the time to be as gentle with it as possible. As he opened the folded letter his hands shook, expecting it to be something foul and hateful written on it just for him. He couldn’t say he’s never received that before. The page unfolded and revealed a mass of hand drawn stars scattered all over an in the center was written in a neat and bold handwriting-
‘You are my favorite day dream.’
That’s how it all started.
Why was he in this situation again? Hidden away in a damp, cramped janitor closet with a broom handle poking into his ribs. He just wanted to go back to class after making a trip to the restrooms, but oh no, Bill and Fosse just had to be skipping class at the time.
Bill and Fosse had to be two of the biggest bullies in South Park High and ever since Tweek was outed a few month before school was out for the summer and he had become their favorite target. Not that they never picked on him before, he had always been kind of a loner and for that reason was singled out.
“Tweeeeek, where did ya go?” Fosse said down the hallway. “We just wanna have a little chat!”
Tweek let out a small squeak and quickly cover his mouth but it was no good. The door swung open and a hand grabbed his shirt pulling him out of the safety of the small closet.
“Found youuu.” Bill grinned down at him with a fake playful tone to his voice. “Aw Tweek, I thought you already came out of the closet!”
“Heh, that’s gay.” Said Fosse while Bill roughly shoved Tweek into the lockers lining the hallways. He could feel the locker handles dig into his back as his head smacked into the cold metal. That would definitely leave bruises.
“Nhg, j-just let me go back to class.” He told the two as he got his balance back.
“Ha where the hell’s the fun in that?” Fosse said as he grabbed at Tweek.
“Maybe being able to graduate and not lifting pipes all day for the rest of your life…” Tweek muttered to himself.
Now it’s no secret the two boys didn’t come from a great family background, hence why they turned out the way they are now. Belittling others they deemed weaker or below themselves, but didn’t take too kindly to the opposite happening. So hearing Tweek talk bad about their after school job of lifting and moving industrial sprinkler pipes around the farm fields for small under the table pay didn’t sit too well with them.
Nope, seemed to just infuriate them more.
“Maybe we should mark you just so people know what you are.” Fosse said as he pulled a black sharpie out of his pocket. Tweek tried to break free, even kicking about. But because of said manual labor the two did, it really left Tweek at a disadvantage, not to mention him being smaller in height and weight.
He tried moving his head back and forth out of their way, growling even, so he could escape but that turned out futile. Bill grabbed a fistful of his golden locks while Fosse held onto his chin with his left hand and forced his head to stay still.
The two stared down at him as they snickered.
He could feel the marker press onto the right side of his forehead as Fosse started to draw or write whatever cruel thing he wanted. He felt about 5 strokes of the marker until something orange blurred in front of his face.
Suddenly he was free, no longer pressed to the cold lockers and a second later Bill let go of his hair.
“Now, now Fosse. We don’t want to have any trouble again do we?” a smooth voice said. It took Tweek a moment to recognize the voice but as soon as he looked at the owner he felt a little silly not realizing sooner. It was Kenny McCormick.
Kenny had an arm swung around Fosse in half a headlock, grinning with a half mock gesture of friendliness. Tweek could see the warning look in his eyes as he stared down into the other teen tucked under his arm and hunched over.
“Fuck off McCormick, uhff- this has nothing to do with you!” Fosse tried to break free but couldn’t.
“Yeah asshole, beat it!” Bill took a swing at Kenny, but as soon as he saw his fist come down towards him he pivoted and threw Fosse in front of himself as a shield. The blow landed right on his left cheek.
“Shit! Asshole, what the fuck?!” Fosse yelled at his friend and Kenny let go and dropped him to the ground. Swiftly moving over to Tweek.
Kenny had always been fast and had great reflexes. Sometimes it was amazing to see.
“Oops… sorry.” Bill said dumbfounded looking at his fist and friend kneeling on the old carpeted floor of the school.
Fosse got up, stomping his way to Kenny. Grabbing him by the collar of his hoody. Both boys snarled at each other as Bill made his move to tackle tweek. Fosse and Kenny simultaneously raised a fist ready to strike but before either could land a strike there was a loud bang coming from the end of the hallway-
“BOYS! QUIT SCREWING AROUND!” Mr. Adler yelled at them.
Everything was silent for a moment, as if the boys were weighing out their option. Eventually Fosse broke the silence and he shoved Kenny away from him and started to walk away. “Watch it McCormick.” He said in a hushed tone. “C’mon bill.” The two burly boys stalked off down the hallway.
“You doing okay Tweek?” Kenny asked as soon as he saw it was only them left.
“Uhg peachy…” he said as he rubbed his aching head. That might have come out a little too rude, he did save his ass after all.
“I uh, I mean ACK! T-thank Kenny… for you know…”
tweek wasn’t too keen on being saved all the time but really did appreciate what Kenny did. Who know what disgusting or humiliating thing the bullies of the school would have in store for him.
“No problem dude!” Kenny laughed. “What are friends for?”
This surprised Tweek, he didn’t think Kenny thought of him as a friend, after what happened last year. He thought maybe he found him disgusting.
Kenny must have noticed the look of surprise on his face and the awkward silence that came with it, he came closer and gave tweek a playful punch to the shoulder.
“C’mon dude, I already know I’m beautiful you don’t need to stare!” Kenny joked as he flipped his imaginary long hair over his shoulder and fluttered his blonde lashes down at Tweek.
That did it.
Tweek broking into a surprise giggle, ugly snorts and all, head bent over as he weakly shoved Kenny away from him.
“HA- shut up!” tweek laughed. “Isn’t-Heh- isn’t the princess supposed to be the one to be saved?”
“Hell no, gender roles are so outdated. This queen can save herself.” Kenny pointed to himself and winked.
They both broke into laughter, momentarily forgetting about what happened less that 5 minutes before.
“Man, I miss those days.” Tweek said as soon as he caught his breath long enough to talk. “All of us running around, playing fantasy game, having fun before-“
“All this teenage bullshit?” Kenny asked sounding a little melancholy.
“Yeah… oh hey, we should probably start getting back.”
Kenny nodded with a smile that almost looked sad.
“Lets go.” And with that he led the way.
“Why don’t you fight back?” Kenny asked as the two walked down the hallway, back to their respective classes.
“I have, man! A lot! But if you haven’t noticed I’m lacking in a few departments…” Tweek grumbled. He didn’t like being smaller than most of the guys in school, height and weight. He wasn’t that short, being 5’6. 5’7 on a good day. And he was pretty thin, he blames his genes on his mom, he was only an inch or two taller.
“Hmm, Guess that’s true… but still.” Kenny said with a pointed look. “Oh hey, let’s make a pit stop-“ he said pointing to the bathrooms and then pointing to his head. “for ya know…”
“Right…”
They entered the boys restroom and went to the sinks, that’s when he could read it. On his forehead scribbled in chicken scratch handwriting was the unfinished insult. 'FAGO'.
“Really? The assholes don’t even know how to spell it right…” Tweek said as he grabbed a handful of soap from the dispenser and began to scrub.
“Ha!” Kenny snorted. “Right? But I mean did you expect something smart to come from those two?” he grabbed a few paper towels and handed them over to the shorter boy. Tweek proceeded to wet them down and mob up the soapy, inky mess running down his forehead and button nose.
“No. I guess not.”
Tweek was still cleaning up the sudsy ink from his head as a bathroom door was opened a little too forcefully and slammed into the tile wall, making tweek jump and get soup in his right eye.
“DUDE! Did you see my batting skills? Just you wait, I’m going to hit a home run before this season is done!” An excited voice boomed through the bathroom.
“Clyde. You barely even nick the ball, how are you going to hit a home run?” Came a calmed more nasally voice.
“Yeah BUT it’s progress! Oh Kenny!” The owner of the voice gave him a quick but excited bro hug.
‘Oh it’s Clyde Donovan.’ Tweek though as he squinted it pain and got another paper towel wet to flush the soap out.
“Hey guys, done with practice?” Kenny asked.
“Yup.” The nasally voice came again and tweek peaked out of his left eye, right still covered in a sopping wet towel. Standing to Clyde’s right was Craig Tucker, one of the cooler and aloof kids in school, unless you piss him off.
“Hey dude! There’s going to be a party at my place after the game this week! You should come!” Clyde said to Kenny not yet to notice tweek yet.
“Clyde if you want weed all you need to do is ask and bring the money.” Kenny grinned rolling his eyes.
“It’s not like that- I’m mean it is- BUT C’MON! it’s going to be lit!”
“Ugh, shut up.” Craig said pinching the bridge of his nose. “Saying lit doesn't make you cool Clyde.”
“Shut up!” Clyde whined.
“Maybe. If Tweeky come I might.” Kenny winked at Tweek. Enticing a frustrated growl from the smaller boy.
Craig seemed to not notice him by the sinks as his head snapped towards him, his face was red from what tweek assumed was from baseball practice. Him and Clyde did look quite sweaty and dirty in their uniforms.
“Ngh, too much pressure…” everyone was looking at him and it just made his anxiety act up.
“What are you doing?” Clyde asked ask tweek cleaned the last bits off his face. His face suddenly broke into a smirk. “What are you two doing all alone in the bathroom? Looking all messy and cleaning your face?”
“Oh, you know.” Kenny winked.
“GAH! No way! Whatever you two are thinking it’s not it!” Tweek growled, embarrassed that Kenny would even joke about the two of them like that.
“ Well we all know how-“ Clyde was cut off by a smack to the back of the head by Craig. “OUCH fuck?!”
Craig opened his mouth only to be interrupted by the school bell going going off. A few seconds after it ended he tried again.
“Come one dickhead, coach is going to be pissed now that we’re late.”
“OH shit! You’re right! See ya Kenny!” Clyde waved as he was hauled out of the bathroom by his baseball jerseys.
“What was that all about?” Tweek asked after the two had left. He went to the trash and dumped all the dirty paper towels.
“Eh, you know. That’s just Clyde.” Kenny said seeming to want to cut the subject short. “But, hey, you should go to the party dude! We could hang out and I could let’s you try some of my weed.”
“I don’t know…” Tweek said cautiously. “I don’t really like being around a lot of people and parties aren't really my thing…” that and he hasn't hung out with barely anyone in so long it would just feel awkward and overwhelming being thrown into that situation.
“Well, if you change your mind I'll be here.”
“Mhmm.” Tweek nodded.
It was silent for a moment as the two boys walked.
“Do you need to go to you locker?” Kenny asked as they left the restrooms and made their way back to class.
“No, just need to grab my backpack from the janitor closet. All the stuff I need for the rest of the day is in there.”
“Janitor closet?”
**
Classes ended pretty normal that day as the final bell rang and the hallway flooded with teens eager to get out of school. The halls so crowded it wasn’t unusual to get bumped into and accidentally shoved. Tweek managed to learn a technic of weave in and out of crowds with out too much difficulty.
He made it to his locker and opened it one this first try putting his combination in, it usually took a few tries to get it right with his shaky hands and sensitive lock. As he opened the door something fell out of it and landed on his grey slip on Vans. As he picked it up he noticed it was a light blue envelope with a sunflower sticker holding it together.
‘Huh, another one…'