If I ever become a professional author, I will be horrible at deadlines. ^^;

FINALS WEEK IS THE WORK OF THE ANTI-CHRIST D:

P.S. Another POV change, because Craig is more fun to write. He's such a bitch

P.P.S. Did I mention that I HATE FINALS WITH THE BURNING PASSION OF A THOUSAND SUNS.

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Chapter 4: Shop Til' You Drop

Ding dong.

Ding dong.

Who in the fuck is visiting this goddamn early? I crack open an eye and glance at Tweek, who is knocked out and wrapped in the blankets. I swear if whoever is ringing wakes Tweek up I'm going to-

Ding dong.

"Fucking shit," I hiss under my breath, swinging my legs over the bed. Tugging on my hat, I stumble sleepily toward the door of the hotel. I look through the peep-hole. Mother fucker.

"What do you want Kenny?" I snap, holding back a yawn. He grins at my disheveled appearance and walks into the room without asking. I roll my eyes, closing the door and throwing myself down on the couch. "Where's Butters?" I ask, glaring at him with one eye while I cover the other to block out the sun.

He shrugs. "Sleeping. Where's Tweek?" I flip him of and mimic his shrug.

"Sleeping." He laughs and grabs a soda out of the mini-fridge. I throw the nearest pillow at him. "Steal food from your own room, asshole." He tosses me a bag of cheetos and sits down on the second couch.

"Butters would flip shit, he thinks we'll have to pay for it or something," He argues with me, turning on the huge television. It starts up on the news, volume on high.

"TURN IT DOWN!" I yell, grabbing the remote and mercilessly pressing the volume button. He puts up his hands and scoots farther into the couch. We wait to hear if Tweek has woken up, but I assume he's asleep after a few seconds. "What are you here for anyway?" I ask, wondering why he can't bother Butters in his own hotel room.

"I didn't want to bother Buttercup," He replies, snatching the remote back and skimming through channels. "You guys wanna go shopping? Butters has a laundry list of stores he's got to see and I don't want to go alone."

"I'll ask Tweek when he wakes up, but I'm sure he'll want to," I tell him. We sit in silence, watching a re-run of Jersey Shore for a while, until I hear a loud crash and screaming coming from the other room. "Tweek's up," I say, getting up to see what happened.

"GAH! C-Craig, There's a AUGH OH JESUS, there's a pigeon on the balcony!" He shrieks when I enter the room, pointing at the window. Sure enough, a nice fat pigeon was fluttering on the railing of the balcony. I smirk at him and open the door. Flipping the bird off, it flies away.

"It's gone," I say, walking over to Tweek. He flushes when I kiss his forehead and place my hand on his.

"Thanks Craig, sorry I'm such a wuss," He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. I press kisses down his jaw and neck, feeling his skin heat up as I go.

"Anytime babe," I reply. "Get dressed, Butters wants to go shopping." Tweek's eyes light up and he grins.

Before I can every pull my own shirt on, he's ready to go. I smile, following him into the living room. "Hi Kenny," He says, as we walk toward the front door. Kenny raises and eyebrow at me, but I flip him off. We head toward Kenny's room to get Butters.

"OH MY GOD YEAH AND WE HAVE TO GO TO SEPHORA!"

"OOOH I WANT TO SEE TOPSHOP!"

"WE HAVE TO GO TO DOLCE&GABANNA TOO."

"AND ALICE+OLIVIA!"

Butters and Tweek screech on and on about stores I've never heard of as we walk down the crowded sidewalks toward 5th Avenue. Kenny whistles and keeps an eye on Butters as I follow closely behind Tweek. We finally arrive at the first store, and they run inside squealing. "We'll wait out here," I reassure Tweek before they leave.

"So, what did you do?" I ask Kenny. He knows damn well what I'm talking about.

"We didn't go far," He says with a grin. A few minutes later Butters and Tweek emerge, bags in tow. "I'll carry them," Kenny says to Butters, grabbing the bags. Butters smiles and shyly kisses Kenny's cheek in thanks. I hold Tweek's hand while we walk to the other store, not to be outdone. New York isn't like South Park. No one looks at you funny when you hold hands with another boy.

We hit about four more stores before Kenny and I can't carry anymore bags. Tweek and Butters begrudgingly agree to go back to the hotel, after we promise to come back tomorrow. When were back in our room, Tweek demands that he put on a fashion show for me. Too cute.

"Okay, just wait here," he says, sitting me down on the couch. A second later he returns in a baggy shirt and tight jeans, with some high top shoes and a few hair clips. He's blushing and it's so adorable.

"Butters made me get the clips," He mumbles in embarrassment. I grin, getting up from the couch and attacking him. "Stop! You're going to mess up my new clothes!"

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We all love to shop right? Tell me who's POV you want for the next chapter.

FINALS FFFFFFFFFFFUCK.

I should be studying.