A/N: I'm planning on making this really long...So, whoever is reading this, take pride that you've been reading from the start.

Enjoy the journey :)

My name is Tweek Tweak, and I am twitchy, paranoid and gnomophobic with a severe addiction to caffeine. or more specifally, coffee. I guess you can say those have always been consistent factors in my life, even now.

Other kids like me. I'm not sure if that's a new thing, or if it was always that way. I guess I'm kind of like Jimmy. We've both got disabilities, with me having ADD and Jimmy having crutches and serious stuttering problems. But our class loves him. He makes good jokes, has a nice personality and some people find his stutters amusing, just like they find my absurd (to them) theories and excessive speed of talking funny.

I'm not going to lie - not that I can... It's too much pressure! - I'm also cute. There I said it! Don't call me a fag for using that word - apparently guys can't say feminine words like that? - or arrogant, but that's what they say. Them being my friends. Oh, and sometimes my parents but those are very rare moments seeing as Mum barely glances at me sometimes!

Everyone's always told me I am. I don't know why really. My blonde luscious locks? In reality, they're annoying as hell! They will never ever untangle or stop pointing out in different directions! My frequent hair pulling probably doesn't help, but still, even when I try to tame it with hairstyling products and stuff, its like I've put freaking volumising spray on it! Also, apparently guys cant use any products, either, so the one time I tried will always have to be kept confidential. Seriously. I don't want to end up as Stan pussy Marsh, after all... I guess I have nice eyes, and I'm quite skinny, living off coffee and all, but thats it! I hope that last bit didn't sound vain?

I have no reason to be vain really, asides from being, uh, cute. I have tonnes of issues, some that I've said already in this thing (I still haven't decided what it is yet). But lots of people still want to be my friend. I only hang out with Clyde and Token, though, seeing as they're familiar faces, I trust them and they're fun to have as company.

Sometimes I talk to Butters because, well, a guy so innocent couldn't possibly want to try to scare me, or be capable of it anyway, but even if I say so myself, that guy's gay as a a rainbow coloured rainbow! ...that doesn't make sense does it? Sorry, I tend to say things that don't make sense.

Ok, I might as well say now. I'm gay. DONT TELL ANYONE! I hate to think of what my classmates would do... I mean, everyone was cool when Stan and Kyle came out... but he is a jock after all! Who's going to dare pick on him, or Kyle? Me? A scrawny blonde kid that most people think is on drugs? I have no chance man!

Off topic, sorry. Finding out I'm gay is new. Really new. It's, um, one of the main things that have changed my life.

Another one is probably a boy by the name of Craig Tucker.

He's kinda an outcast. He used to be popular, more or less, because of his middle finger that constantly popped up to say hello or maybe because he had (still has) undeniably good looks. I mean, those dark, straight strands that fall over one eye, his grey, green flecked eyes and strong body frame... Ack, I'm so gay...

But when we went into high school, he just stopped hanging out with everybody. Like, completely strted ignoring everyone, including me, Clyde and Token. We all used to be friends in elementary school, maybe even best friends. I wouldn't really know, I was sort of oblivious to anything outside of gnomes back then... Oh fuck why did I have to remind myself of that?!

Since high school, all he's ever really done is lurk behind the school shed, smoking cigarettes, or so I have heard. He keeps himself to himself, and I can't say I'm mad about it. The cold, dark glares he gives everyone behind those black bangs... It makes me feel like he's gonna murder me, or rape me, or both!

So it was weird when he turned up at my house, 7am on a Saturday (!), tears falling from his Grey and already bloodshot, puffy orbs, and the first thing he did when I opened the door was latch his lanky arms around me in a hug like we had never even stopped hanging out.

It. Was. Just. Too. Much. Pressure.

Reviews please? And there may be a few errors in this as I was rushing, so please point them out if you have the time? :c