Ok, I would like to thank Tweeklikechololate for her help on this chapter. She has been beta-ing it for me, and while I'm note really to keen on Betas, she has been doing a lovely job on this. She was kind enough to beta this chapter for me twice, even:D

This is the second draft, which is why it's so late. (well, that and my 'net connection goes out on me every time I get ready to post) I meant to have it out a few days ago, but after I deleted the entire second half and re-did it, it just kept going and going. I almost didn't stop it where I did.

Well, I'm rambling now, and I know how annoying that can be, so I'm going to just shut up and post this. Constructive criticism is a must for me. How can I make this better? Suggestions? Help? Ideas? Tweek plushies?

I do not own, nor am I affiliated in any way with South Park or it's creators, and I am making no money from the writing of this.

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"He-he came around my house about eleven last night, babbling some kind of nonsense. I sent him over to your house…" I said finally after a rather long, jumbled pause in which I gathered my sleep scattered thoughts and tried to put them in the right order. I cleared my throat, which was dry and sticky from sleep before continuing. "He….didn't show up?"

I already knew the answer to that, of course. Clyde wouldn't be calling me if he had. But still, it was like I had to hear it to make sure. I think it's like a form of morbid curiosity that people tend to resort to in times of confusion or panic.

I was the first one, by the way.

"No, no he didn't." There was a pause. "What- What was he talking about?" His voice sounded strained, but I chalked it up to the fact that he had probably only just woken up as well.

I thought for a moment, back to my 'conversation' with the Tweaker last night.

"Something about a stalker... No three stalkers." I said finally. Confusion was digging it's ugly little claws into me. I heard him make a gagging noise on the other end of the line. "Who else's house would he have gone to? He said he only came to mine because it was closer."

There was a pause as he thought my words over.

"Well, I guess he could have gone to Token's house, or even Kenny, Kyle or Stan's. he's on pretty good terms with them, you know…and I guess we can't rule out Butters, I've seen them hanging out a couple of times…" he answered tightly.

"Yeah..." I agreed slowly, thinking back to all the times I had seen him around school. To me, Tweek was one of those people who you knew and spoke to once in a while, but that you didn't actually know, you know?

I sighed quietly to myself, shaking my head. Oh well, I thought, He's probably getting ready for school with some friend of his. I didn't really know why Clyde was even calling me.

Clyde paused so long that I thought he had just hung up on me. I flipped the phone the bird, and was about to hang up myself when he finally said something.

"So we won't know until we get to school?" Christ, was that worry in his voice? "What if he's hurt or something?" I frowned, even though I knew he couldn't see me.

It's just Tweek, for God sakes. I wanted to demand, even though I kept silent.Clyde was seriously protective of the little twitcher, and I didn't want to have to sit and listen to him yell at me all day.

"How about this;" I said suddenly, an idea coming to me. I was hoping to put him at ease, and maybe I was feeling a little guilty for my behavior to Tweek the night before, not that I would apologize when we saw him at school. Not after this little fiasco.

"I'll call Token and see if I can catch him before we head to the bus stop. If he's not there, then he must be with one of the other three and he'll most likely show up with them. He probably just forgot to call home and ended up spending the night with someone."

There was another long pause on the other end of the line.

"……'K." He finally said, but he didn't sound convinced. In fact, he sounded completely distracted. I wondered for a moment if he had even heard anything I had just said. "Meet you at the bus stop in half an hour?" I didn't know why he sounded like there was something wrong, but once again I didn't think to much on it. If there was one thing Tweek and Clyde defiantly had in common, it was blowing things out of proportion. Tweek just tended to make his fears publicly known almost immediately, whereas Clyde stewed in silence for several days before snapping at one of us.

"Half an hour." I confirmed, trying to ignore his tone. Just listening to him was making me a little uneasy.

I hit the button to hang up the phone and waited for the dial tone before I started punching numbers with a bit of a righteous feeling. Token drove to school, instead of riding the bus, so he usually slept in later. I figured that he needed to get up early with the rest of us every once in a while, and now I had an excuse to get the lazy ass out of bed!

The phone rang six times before he finally picked it up.

"God, Craig, its early…"

Heh.

"Good morning to you too, Token, you black asshole." I greeted right back in the most cheerful, obnoxious voice I could manage. I glanced absently at my clock, flipping off the phone again without thinking. It was almost seven.

"Look," I said before he could come up with a retort. "Is Tweek at your house? Clyde just called me and said that Tweek's parents called him because Tweek didn't come home last night." I habitually twirled the cord around my finger.

"No, sorry, he's not here." Came Token's much more awake answer. I paused in my cord twirling and frowned. Now he sounded kind of worried. Was there something here that I was missing? "He didn't come home at all?"

I shook my head even though I knew he couldn't see me. "That's the story." I told him. "Clyde was freaking out, so I told him I'd call you and ask before school, since you don't ride the bus with us, and we figure that if he spent the night with anyone else, he'll show up at the bus stop."

"It's not like Tweek to just go somewhere without saying anything though." He said. I arched an eyebrow at the phone.

"I wouldn't know." I answered. "He and I don't really talk."

"Yeah, I know," he sounded puzzled "but still, every time he's stayed the night here, or he's gone somewhere with us, he's always called his parents, you know? It's something about being afraid that if he doesn't come home without any warning, his parents will pack up and move without him."

I couldn't help but snicker.

"Sound's like Tweek." I muttered.

"Yeah… Look, I'll let you go so you can get ready for school, ok?" he said, his voice a bit uneasy.

Huh?

Oh, right… school. The greatest evil known to mankind.

I sighed.

"Yeah, 'k, see you later."

I heard the click as he hung up. What the heck was up with those two?

I set my own phone down and climbed out of bed, not bothering to make it. My mom would handle that when she got home. She just couldn't stand to see a messy anything. Sometimes I wondered if she had OCD as well as Terrets.

I decided to multi-task that morning, since I only had twenty something minutes to get ready and get to the bus stop. I ended up hopping around on one foot, tugging off my pyjama pants and searching for some relatively clean clothes as I headed for the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once they were all sparkly and my breath didn't smell like I drank out of the toilet, I checked my pants in the mirror to make sure I had gotten them on right side around this time. Giving that good looking devil in the mirror one last thumbs up, grabbed my bag and puff-ball hat, taking the stairs two at a time. I reached the door just as my mom walked in.

"Hey, sweetie, what's the rush?" She asked as I pushed past her, flipping me off as she did so. I absently answered the gesture with one of my own as I crunched out through the fresh snow covering our driveway.

"School. I'm meeting Clyde at the bus stop. Got to go, love you, bye."

I'm not so sure she appreciated me slamming the door in her face, though, now that I think back on it.

The walk there was as uneventful and cold as always (though I guess when you live in South Park your whole life, you get kind of used to it. Nothing really interesting or exciting ever really happens here). Clyde was standing by himself when I arrived, staring blankly at the ground and frowning.

"Hey tubby!" I greeted him. He's not really fat, of course, not like Cartman, just a bit short for our age, and still has that pink tinge in his cheeks that can only come with baby fat. But just to be mean, we all call him tubby.

Well, all except Tweek, anyway. I always got the feeling he disapproved of our little nickname for Clyde, though he never said anything about it out loud. Tweek never voiced his displeasures, unless he saw a spider or something. Then the whole world knew it.

Clyde's head snapped up. He looked confused at first, as if he had forgotten where he was, but as soon as he saw me his entire face lit up.

"Was he there?"

It was the first thing out of his mouth. He said it so hopefully that I actually felt guilty as I shook my head. The smile that had bloomed across his face vanished.

"Sorry man, but Token said he wasn't at his house." Clyde bit his lip, looking like his worst nightmare had just come true.

"Dude." I said, reaching out and shaking his shoulder gently, I was confused. This was Tweek we were talking about, right? Tweek! And we lived in fucking South Park. It's a fucking red neck, white trash mountain town. Bad things don't happen here.

"Don't look like you're planning his funeral already. It's not like he just vanished into thin air. This is a small hick mountain town. He's bound to be around here somewhere. Besides" I added when he still looked like he was about to vomit all over himself "there's still Kyle, Stan and Kenny to ask."

"Ask us what?"

I had to bite my tongue hard to keep from yelping. That wouldn't have been good for my image, especially considering who had spoken. Kenny had never been the scariest of teenage boys, after all. He, Stan and Kyle were heading up the snow-covered sidewalk, Kenny in front with Stan and Kyle side by side a step or two behind him.

Tweek was not with them.

Damn.

This was getting frustrating.

"Did Tweek happen to spend the night with any of you?" Clyde asked before I had a chance to say anything. All three of them shook their heads slowly, looks of bemusement crossing their faces.

"Why? Did Tweekers wander off and get lost?" Kenny asked jokingly. His face fell slightly when our silence answered his question.

"You're kidding." He said, arching an eyebrow. I shook my head slightly, sighing to myself. I seemed to be doing a lot of that for just one morning. "Mr. boyscout-does-not-stay-out-after-dark-for-fear-of-the-boogyman-Tweek?"

"He didn't come home last night, apparently, and he didn't call his parents to tell them where he would be." I answered. "So now Clyde is worried." Clyde shot me a look that I couldn't interpreter.

It wasn't a very nice look, though.

"So?" Stan piped up before I could read more into that look. "He's a big boy, I'm sure he has his reasons for being out late." He yawned, stretching in a way that popped his back with a loud snapping sound. I flipped him off as Kyle cringed, silently agreeing with him, but not saying so out loud, I knew if I did Clyde would freak out.

He flipped me off right back without even missing a beat.

"Like what?" Clyde demanded tightly, shooting me another weird look. I think I knew what that one was about, though.

"He's an insomniac, right?" Kyle answered in defense of his best friend, shrugging. "It stands to reason that he would be out all night."

He's an insomniac? Well, that would explain the dark circles under his eyes.

"But still. Tweek always calls. And he's afraid of the dark." Clyde pointed out with a scowl, pretty much repeating Token, only in a whinier, more pleading tone. "You know how paranoid he is. He has to call."

"Ok, well, do you know anywhere else he would be, anyway?" Kyle asked, his tone annoyed with the argument that was looming over-head and slightly patronizing.

"The only other person we could come up with is Butters. He's the only other one we've ever seen him hang out with." I told them, shrugging. "I already called Token."

"He wouldn't be at Butters' place." Stan spoke up while Kenny nodded. "He told me Friday that he was going up to visit an old friend of his over the weekend, someone he said he met at 'camp,' I think? He wasn't planning on getting back until sometime this morning. He'll probably head straight to school."

"Who the hell does that?" I asked, surprised.

"I think he just wanted to get in one last night at Bradley's before he had to come home. They don't really get to see each other often, you know. Bradley's parents don't like Butters, and he can only come over when they're not there and his parents say its ok." Kenny practically sang. That boy was a gossip if there ever was one, and he always ended up with the best information before anyone else.

"How can any adult not like Butters?" Kyle asked incredulously. Stan and I nodded in agreement. Butters was the epitome of the good, polite boy that every parent wished was their own.

"I'm sure I don't know." Kenny replied in a tone that made me sure that he did.

"Where the hell is he then?" Clyde broke in suddenly, startling all of us.

What was he talking about?

Oh yeah, Tweek was 'missing.'

Note the air quotes.

"Look." Kenny said slowly, turning to look at him with something that resembled sympathy. "Tweek maybe paranoid, but he's not stupid. If he didn't call in last night, then he must have a reason for it." I nodded in agreement.

Exactly, Tweek would be fine. Now if only Clyde could see that.

But Clyde didn't see that. He bit his lip and looked for a moment like he was going to continue arguing. But instead he took a deep breath, let it out slowly and growled.
"Fine, when we find him dead in a ditch somewhere, just know that I told you so." He hissed as he turned on his heel and stormed off a few feet to stew in silence and alone-ness.

I frowned at him in the relatively awkward silence that followed.

Silence?

"Where's the fat-ass?" I asked, realizing rather suddenly that the fat, racist bastard wasn't standing in the forefront making insulting comments. How the hell had I missed that?

Much to my surprise, Kenny's face split into a wide, catlike grin that left me feeling oddly uncomfortable as Kyle and Stan both began sniggering.

"He had to stay home today. He's not feeling to well." Kenny answered in a voice that said that that wasn't what had happened at all. I arched an eyebrow.

"Really now?" I asked, tilting my head to one side curiously, feeling a bit of a grin tugging at my own lips. Kenny nodded again, his grin widening. "If I ask you what you did to him, will you guys even tell me?"

"If we tell you, we'll have to kill you, dude." Stan said between snorts of laughter.

We stood there waiting for the bus, tossing random comments, bits of gossip and insults back and forth while Clyde stood silently off to one side. All thoughts of Tweek left our minds as the rusty death trap known as public transportation pulled up and we got on. In fact, only Clyde's constant silence and despondency reminded me that something was up.

That and the way he kept staring at Tweek's empty seat beside his own.

I figured that he would go all day like that, and I was seriously beginning to worry. Token and I had both tried to get him to at least say something, but each time we had started a conversation with him, he had simply nodded and pretended to go along with the conversation (silently) or had ignored us all together. It was usually the last one.

It wasn't until English that he seemed to snap out of it, if only a bit.

I had actually been paying attention for once. Our teacher, Mrs. P. Scott (not to be confused with Mrs. S. Scott, the lab teacher, across the hall.) had been talking about some kind of project she was going to make us do, where we had to research one person in our family, ask a lot of questions and stuff, and then write a six page biography on them.

It sounded kind of fun.

Anyway, she had been standing at the front of the room outlining the guidelines for our rough draft (like anyone was actually going to do it twice when you could just do it once and hand it in) when something small and firm hit the side of my head.

It was a note, of course, but I hadn't exactly been expecting it since the only one I have class with is Clyde, who had been in Mope Mode all day. I picked it up, sat it on my desk and flipped it off. Then I opened it and read it.

Meet me after school. Token and I are going to go see if Tweek came home while we were at school. If he didn't then we are going to go looking for him.

Well, there was only one person this note could have some from. I scribbled my answer back to him and, when Mrs. Scott turned her back, returned it to sender.

Dude, no way! Red Racer is on after school!

He read it over, scowling. Glancing up, he caught my eyes and gave me a brief, withering look before scribbling back and chunking it at me. This time I caught it, but I could tell it had been thrown with considerable force (not that a note thrown a pissed off speed would do much damage, but still). I flipped him off as I opened it.

Dude, you've watched that show religiously since you were six. Don't you think you've grown out of it yet? Besides, I'm sure you have every episode memorized. Missing one for a friend will NOT kill you.

I growled slightly, and the kids on either side of me immediately scooted away as fast and as far from me as possible without getting caught.How dare he insult Red Racer?! Sure I had watched it many times over, and maybe I was a little too old for it, but still-!

Don't insult Red Racer, dickhead! And for your information, I HAVE missed it for Tweek before, thank you. What about you? What about now? God, it's not like Tweek is your boyfriend or something. Chill.

His face went red as he scribbled his answer, and this time he didn't even look at me as he threw it blindly back to me. (It actually missed and hit the kid next to me. I had to lean over and retrieve it from under his chair. Now that is an awkward position.)

You asshole, that was in third grade. And you're taking this too lightly. Tweek doesn't just VANISH, ok, if you knew him like I do, you'd know that.

I DON'T know him. SO what's Your point? YOU'RE taking this too seriously. Maybe he just wanted a change of pace. Or maybe he decided to hide somewhere from the 'Stalkers' and didn't think it was safe to call home. He's probably fine.

But what if he's not? What if something really did happen to him? Come on Craig, don't be a douche.

I sighed and rubbed the side of my head. Clyde was being stubborn. What was his obsession with Tweek, anyway? Maybe he did have a crush on him? I frowned. As creepy as it sounded, it actually wasn't that much of a stretch of my imagination to believe that.

My mind flashed back to the look on Tweek's face the night before. He had looked so desperate and scared. I bit my lip. Now that it wasn't the middle of the night, I felt kind of bad.

Fine. But if we find out he's just been playing hooky all day, your ass is going to owe me big time.

The plan was to go by the Tweak residence first, and if he wasn't there, the pond, the park, the arcade, the library and the bridge. That was before Clyde decided that he couldn't wait long enough for school to be over. We ended up ditching the last two classes of the day. In order to make sure we didn't get caught, however, we had to change our rout so that the Tweaks' was last. If we showed up there and Tweek had been home all along, I promised myself, I was going to kick both his and Clyde's asses.

Clyde and I stood by my locker, watching as Token got in some last good-bye kisses form Wendy. I rolled my eyes. It wasn't like he wasn't going to see her the next day, right?

"Damnit Token…" I muttered "Hurry up or the bell'll ring and we'll lose our only chance to get safely out of here…." it wasn't like I wanted to go look for Tweek, really, I just REALLY wanted out of math class. It's never been my strong point, and we had a test in there that day.

The asshole finally parted from his dearly beloved, pointedly ignoring the death glares being sent his way from somewhere in the general direction of Stan's locker.

"Jesus, Token." I joked when he was close enough. "You're almost as obsessive with your girlfriend as Clyde is with Tweek." That got me glared form both parties.

"Shut up Craig." Token sighed. I just grinned at him and started for the door.

As it turns out, Tweek wasn't at the Library, or the bridge, or the park, or the pond. With each passing place, Clyde seemed more and more on edge. Hell, he was even making me jumpy. We even made a few detours at his insistence, though I'm still not sure why the hotel made his list…

Well, unless he was staying the night there to keep away from his parents.

It was nearly dark by the time we ended up at Tweak Bros.

After the little "Corporate takeover" crisis our town went through with Harbucks Coffee, Mr. Tweak and the Harbucks guy made a deal; Tweek's dad would take over the Harbucks building, renaming it Tweak Bros. and combine it with the smaller store he already owned. Instead of selling just Tweak coffee- that most people agreed was terrible- however, he would also sell the Harbucks brand. Because of this, Tweek's family had ended up rather well off.

Tweek's house was in the back of the old coffee shop. They had moved there from their old house so, (Tweek had told us one day at lunch) that Mr. and Mrs. Tweak wouldn't have to get up so early to open and serve commuters. Plus, now they had a larger living space. I had only been there a couple of times, but from what I remembered, it was a really nice house. The strong coffee smell just gave it a kind of homey feel.

Ok, I'll get on with the story before I start sounding like Mr. Tweak, God forbid.

We entered the Harbucks portion of the building just as the store was closing. The sign was already turned around and the place was empty save for three people-the Tweaks and one other who was just leaving as we walked in.

I pushed past the last customer, a big, muscular bald guy in sunglasses and a dark t-shirt and jeans, trying to slide around him without touching him. We ended up bumping shoulders though, since the doors, while not small, were not made to accommodate a man of his girth and another person. He growled at me and I flipped him off. The scorpion tattoo on his face contracted as he snapped out a "Watch it, brat." before he disappeared around the corner.

"Fucking asswipe!" I shouted after him, flipping the door off even after it had closed and he was out of site.

"Now now, I'm sure he was just tired." came Mr. Tweak's voice from behind me. I heard Token sigh and I just knew that he was rolling his eyes.

I had always liked the Tweaks' voices (well, except for Tweek himself, though I suppose that if it wasn't so strained all the time it would be ok.) since they were always so calm and gentle. I wondered if they had to be that way to keep Tweek relatively calm.

Now, looking at Tweek's mother and father, I silently decided that they were the ones who looked tired. In fact, they looked kind of frazzled.

"Now, what can we do for you boys?" Mrs. Tweek asked as she picked up a clean coffee pot from behind the counter and began wiping it down with a rag. Mr. Tweak was packing away different types of grounds.

"Have you heard from Tweek yet?" Token asked. There was silence for a moment as each of the Tweaks kept their gazes on their own tasks. Finally, Mr. Tweak shook his head.

"No, we haven't." He admitted. I shifted uncomfortably. For the first time that I day considered the possibility that maybe something was wrong.

Maybe.

"If he's not back by tonight" Tweek's father continued "I'm calling the cops, even if there is a 48 hour rule."

"Can we go up to his room?" Clyde asked suddenly. "Maybe he left something up there that'll help us find him."

Mr. and Mrs. Tweak exchanged a look not unlike the one I'm sure I had on my face.

He wanted us to snoop through Tweek's stuff? Wasn't that taking this a bit far?

"Well, I suppose you could boys, but why on earth would you want to go up there when Tweek's not here?" Mrs. Tweek asked. Clyde shrugged.

"Token and I know him better than the police do." He said simply.

"We might find something that wouldn't mean anything to the police, but would mean something to Tweek." Token added. I noticed Mr. Tweak's eyes flash to me briefly, as if waiting for me to say something, but I kept silent. I didn't know Tweek, and I wasn't about to pretend that I did.

"Well…" Mrs. Tweak hesitated a moment, looking over at her husband, who simply shrugged.

"Why not, honey. Maybe they can find something that the police wouldn't."

Why was everyone assuming that Tweek wouldn't just come waltzing (or vibrating) through the door sometime before tomorrow morning? Were people really that pessimistic?

"We know the way up there already." Clyde said, already heading for the door that leads to the house part of the shop. Mrs. Tweak looked like she was about to protest, but her husband placed his hand on her arm, shaking his head. Any objection she had been about to voice, she swallowed instead, but she still didn't look very happy.

I followed Token and Clyde up the somewhat familiar staircase to the second floor. The house was as warm and inviting as I remembered it, the walls painted a mixture of off white and a rich, warm brown color. The furniture was a calm jade or brown leather with some red accents draped over them here and there. The floor was a dark stained wood (or appeared to be, anyway), as were the doors, and the whole place, of course, smelled strongly of coffee.

Clyde opened the second door to the left, just off the landing. The room it revealed was rather plain with only two or three posters on the walls and one framed photo. The walls were otherwise a soft green color with a plain white overhead light on the ceiling. The only window in the room faced the street and was covered by one of those pull down window shades and light yellow curtains. There was a pretty good-sized TV in the corner, along with a dvd/vhs player and one of the newer Okama Game Sphere models. Upon closer inspection of the photo I realized, with a jolt of surprise, that I remembered when it had been taken. It was our first day of high school. It had been one of the few times I had been over to Tweek's house, since his parents decided to drive us all that day (I'm pretty sure Tweek was mortified). It was all four of us, Clyde with his arms around a panicked and embarrassed looking Tweek in the middle, with Token and I on either side. Token was wearing his polite "I'm around parents" smile and I was yawning into one hand and flipping of the camera with the other.

I snickered.

"Dude, stop goofing off." I heard Clyde say from behind me. I looked over my shoulder at him to see him peering into what looked like Tweek's underwear drawer.

"Hey, you guys are the ones who know him so well." I reminded them, walking over to the neatly made bed and staring at it. "And while I'll admit that something isn't quite right here, it doesn't mean that something has happened to him. Maybe he and his parents got into a fight and he ran off. Maybe he thought that they were so mad at him, they didn't want him to come back for a few days or something." While it may have sounded farfetched when concerning others, we were talking about Tweek Tweak here. I smiled slightly to myself as I caught sight of a book poking out from under the neatly placed pillow. Glancing at Token, who was looking at some of the papers stacked on the small desk on the other side of the room, and then Clyde, who was still poking though Tweek's boxers, I pulled the little brown journal out from it's fluffy hiding place.

Yes it was a journal. I could tell from the way the back flap folded over the front cover and was held there with a magnet. It was the kind you buy at the bookstore for twenty dollars. The binding was covered with pictures of coffee cups. Go figure.

"And what if something bad really did happen to him?" Clyde demanded, not looking up from his search. "Like those stalkers he was talking about last night." I rolled my eyes.

"No one was outside. I looked."

"You probably just glanced around." He countered accurately, and I flipped him off with the hand that wasn't holding Tweek's diary. "Besides, what if you just couldn't see them?"

Hmmm, he had a point….

"It's Tweek, though." I tried to justify, keeping my voice as neutral as possible. I was starting to feel kind of uncomfortable.

I mean, what if, you know?

"SO?" He demanded.

"So," I answered, motioning to the chest of drawers he was still rooting through. "Find any gnomes yet?"

Clyde finally turned to look at me, opening his mouth to say something, but Token cut us off.

"Would you two please stop it! If Tweek is in trouble, there probably won't be anything we could do about it anyway." he pointed out, sounding frustrated. "And if he's not, then we're worrying over nothing."

I opened my mouth to say something, though I'm really not sure what it was. After all, Token had a point. Trust it to him to be all logical and stuff.

"I know that." Clyde mutttered, giving me another one of those nasty looks he had been throwing at me all day. "But just keep in mind Craig, if Tweek actually is in trouble, it's your fault."

"WHAT?!"

I could feel my temper flaring, but before I could pounce on the fat bastard and beat the shit out of him (how DARE he blame ME for this! How was any of it my fault?!) the door opened and Mrs. Tweak poked her head in.

"Boys? I'm sorry to bother you, but it's getting late…." she trailed off, but we all knew what she was implying.

Please leave now.

Clyde threw me one last dirty look before walking out the door, wishing Mrs. Tweak and good night as he went. She gave him a small smile in return. Token followed him, nodding politely to Mrs. Tweak as he wished her pleasant dreams. I left the room last, wishing Mrs. Tweak a good night as well, but not before shoving the small brown journal into my bag. If there was something going on, that would tell me what it was. If not, not only did I have some dirt on Tweek in case I needed it, but I could always blame gnomes for it turning up in his bushes the next morning.

Besides, it's a journal. Come on, you would have taken it too, you know you would have!

I wanted to punch Clyde once we were all out of the shop. I really, really did. But I was going to prove him wrong first. Tweek would be home in the morning.

Instead, I just settled for flipping him off with both hands and walking home on my own.

To add to my annoyance with Clyde, I got grounded for missing supper and, ironically, not calling to say I would be late. I placed Tweek's journal in my dresser by my bed the second I got home. That drawer was my junk drawer, and no one ever took the time to root around in it. Not since my sister got her finger broken by a stray mouse trap I had shoved in there.

It's a long story, don't ask.

I fed Stripes, making a mental note to clean his cage sometime that week, showered and climbed into bed.

Something had been bothering me since I had left Tweak Bros. and it wasn't what Clyde had said (though that honestly bothered me more than I was willing to admit to.)

No, it was something else.

But what?

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