It was a sunny day. Which was a rarity in South Park. It wasdrawing close to summer though. Craig Tucker was a junior at South Park High School. He was realizing he only had one year left in school. He liked the idea, but he would have to part ways with all his friends that he had grown up with, to go off to college. Whatever, this wasn't like Craig to think too much about this kind of stuff.

Sitting in 4th period, thank god it was almost the end of the day. 3:30 and I was free.

"Craig are you listening? What's the answer to the question?"

Pfft like I knew. I wasn't paying any attention. I had hid my iPod in my hoodie pocket and was secretly listening to my music. Underoath was blaring in my ears; I'm even surprised that everyone didn't hear it. I look over to Token who is sitting to my left. I give him a look that says, 'Are you going to give me the answer or what?' Token sighed and rolled his eyes. Then, he finally mouthed x=50. I'll have to remember to thank him later.

"Uhmm x=50?"

"Next time Craig, pay attention instead of listening to your music, and maybe you wouldn't have to ask Token for the answer."

Shit. How did he know? I'm pretty sure I had hidden everything perfectly like I always do. I still don't know how I manage to keep straight B's in all my classes. My mom always says I could get A's if I payed attention. School's just not my thing. And plus, I have a reputation to hold up. Slacker, who keeps up just enough to get by and graduate.

Just then the bell rang. Thank god. Only an hour left of school. Then I could go home, and listen to music in my room for the rest of the night.

"Craig could you wait a minute?"

I turn around to see Wendy Testaburger and Bebe Stevens waving a piece of paper in my face.

"Would you stop shoving it in my face so I could actually look at it?" I snatched the paper out of their hands, and looked it over. "What the hell is this?"

"Duh Craig, it's a party invite."

"Yeah! Wendy's having a huge party next Friday for the last day of school! Practically the entire junior class will be there!"

It's not like there were a lot of people in our class. Our town was relatively small, so there weren't many of us.

"Give me one good reason why I should go."

Bebe pouted. "All of your friends are going to be there! And plus, no parents, tons of alcohol, and it's the last day of school! Why not go?"

Ughh. I really don't want to go. I was looking forward to going home on the last day and barricading myself in my room all summer. Human contact is for losers.

"Maybe, I dunno yet. I'll let you know though."

With that, I turned on my heels and began to walk away. Thanks to those dumb girls, I'm now going to be late for study hall. I've lost count on how many times I have already been late, but I was actually planning on showing up before the bell today. Oh well. I walk to my locker, to put my books away. I'm in no real hurry now that I'm already really late. I put my combination in, throw my books in absent-mindedly, slam the door, and walk to my study hall.

"Mr. Tucker, where have you been? You're 7 minutes late."

"I got in trouble with my teacher for listening to my iPod last period during class; he wanted to talk to me about it." That excuse should suffice.

"Well, do you have a pass?"

Fuck. I forgot about that little detail.

"Nah, he didn't bother to give me one."

"Fine. Take a seat Mr. Tucker. But, one more late and I'm giving you a week of detention."

"Whatever." I flicked him off when he looked back down to grade the papers that were strewn across his desk.

"You really should-GAH-try to be on t-time."

I looked over to see my friend Tweek staring at me with his huge green orbs for eyes. He was fiddling with his thermos filled with coffee. I wonder what kind of coffee it was today. Every day he had a different flavor.

"Yeah well, I don't care. It's all Wendy and Bebe's fault anyway."

"What-GAH-did they want?"

"They're having this stupid end of the year party. They wanted to know if I was gonna go."

"P-party?"

"Yeah, are you gonna go Tweek?"

Tweek turned away from me to sip nervously on his coffee.

"Didn't you get invited?"

"GAH N-no. Wendy and Bebe handed out invitations today at lunch to everyone else. I d-don't mind though. I have t-to work that night-GAH-anyway. Plus I don't think they l-like me too much."

It pissed me off when everyone left Tweek out of everything. Just because he drank WAY too much coffee and would spazz out sometimes. He was still a cool kid. Definitely one of my best friends. I could tell him anything and I knew he would listen. Unlike Clyde and Token. I'm glad I had Tweek as a friend. And man, were my thoughts sounding more and more gay.

"Well then, I guess I'm going to have to go to the party and take you along with me."

"JESUS CHRIST you d-don't have to do that C-Craig. They obviously don't-GAH want me t-there."

"I want you there. And they can all suck it."

Gay. Gay. Gay.

It's not that I didn't like girls. They're just so annoying. All they do is nag and bitch. Guys just don't. I've kind of always knew I felt like this. I just could never bring myself to say anything to anyone. My dad would beat the living shit out of me, and then disown me. And my mom would just let him do it. She loved me and cared for me, but she couldn't do anything to stop him even if she tried. Like I said earlier, I have a reputation to hold up. If the town, let alone the school found out, they'd rip me to shreds.

"R-really C-Craig?"

"Yeah. It's a party; everyone is going to be there, so I doubt anyone would even notice you. You'd blend right in."

"B-but I have to work that night-GAH."

"Take off. One night couldn't kill you."

"What if it does? JESUS CHRIST C-Craig, I don't want to die!"

This is what people hate about Tweek. He overdramatizes everything. I just learned to live with it. After being friends with him for so long, it just became a regular thing. But I always made sure I'd reassure him, and tell him that everything would be fine.

"Tweek, you're not going to die. It's just an expression. Chill dude."

"O-okay." He untwisted the lid on his thermos and took a huge gulp of his coffee. I breathed in the scent. White Chocolate Mocha. That was my favorite item from the list at Tweek's coffee shop. I'd go there a lot to see him since no one else did. And plus, they had the best coffee in South Park.

I looked up at the clock to see we had like 30 seconds left of Study Hall.

"I'll let Wendy and Bebe know that I'll go to the party. And I'll let them know they suck for not inviting you. I'll drive you to the party if you want."

"T-Thanks C-Craig."

The bell signaled the end of the day. I waved bye to Tweek, and noticed he blushed slightly and tried to mask it by chugging the remainder of his coffee. I smirked to myself and walked to my locker to get my homework that I wouldn't even do.

"Dude, you going to the party next week?"

I looked over my shoulder to see Clyde and Token staring at me.

"Yeah. I'll be there."

"Awesome! Man, this party is going to be fucking awesome! Booze, girls, no parental supervision! And don't forget about the booze! I'm so pumped!"

"Is alcohol all you can think about?"

I didn't drink alcohol. I knew you could go through life without alcohol, and still have a great time. Clyde and most of the junior class on the other hand, got wasted every chance they could. And each time they shoved a beer at me, I'd give them my signature flip of my middle finger, and go get a soda.

"Mostly. But man, this party is going to have so many wasted chicks. I'm looking to get some. Hopefully Bebe will be wasted enough to sleep with me."

"Clyde, Bebe wouldn't sleep with you even if she did 5 shots of vodka. And a normal person is hammered at 4."

"Well, there's bound to be someone at the party willing to sleep with me!"

This is where I felt like an outsider to the conversation. I never talked about girls. You'd think my best friends would pick up on that. Whatever, I'm glad they can't. Hooray for clueless friends.

"Craig, Craig, CRAIG!"

Lost in my thoughts again. Whoops.

"Huh?"

"You were spacing out Dude. You have a habit of doing that a lot lately."

Token's right. A lot has happened lately. My thoughts have been racing, and it's all thanks to Tweek. I wonder if he's noticed I've caught on to him staring at me, and blushing at almost anything I say. Probably not. Did I like Tweek? NO, that can't be right. I can't be thinking about this. So, I decided to push that into the back of my mind. I knew it would resurface again, but I can't think about this anymore.

"Sorry, hush, there's been a lot going on at home."

"Is your dad being a douche again?"

"He's always a douche, Clyde."

It wasn't a total lie. My dad absolutely hates my guts. I didn't care though. I wasn't fond of him either. And all this week he's been coming home from the bars that he goes to after work, reeking of alcohol. Just to go on a rampage about anything I do.

"Well, hurry up and get your shit so we can leave."

I grabbed my books from my locker, stuffed them in my bag and slammed my locker shut. Token and Clyde had already started walking down the hallway to the front of the school. So, I sped up a little to catch up.

"What are you going to do this summer Token?"

Probably something amazing. His family had the cash. Token could do anything he wanted.

"I'm going to Hawaii. My dad signed me up for surf lessons on a private beach."

Thanks Token, make the poor people feel like shit. Thank God Kenny wasn't with us.

"Dude, can I go with you?"

"Believe me, if you could I would let you go. But, what are you going to do anyway?"

"We're going to Vermont to visit my Aunt or whatever. Guess I'm going to go skiing and find some hot chicks to hook up with."

"Craig what are you going to do?"

Man, I didn't know it took this long just to get to the school parking lot.

"Shut myself up in my room until school starts again."

"Boring! Can't you think of something that involves socialization?"

"That is pretty weak dude."

"Whatever, I don't care."

I flipped them my favorite finger and continued on.

We finally reached my piece of shit of a car, which was parked next to Token's brand new Mustang. I need to tell him to stop parking next to me. It makes my car look even worse. Maybe this summer I can get it a nice paint job.

"We'll see you later dude!"

"Yeah, see ya."

I threw my bag into the passenger seat, shut my door, and adjusted my mirrors. I looked over to see Token starting up his car, Clyde in the passenger seat, checking himself out in the overhead mirror. What a narcissist. I was startled when I saw Token leaning out his window and tapping on my window signaling for me to roll it down.

"Dude, wanna head to Jamba Juice with us? They're having a special on their smoothies."

We just got a Jamba Juice here. They were really expensive, but they had the best god damn smoothies ever. I was broke all the time, because I would blow my money there and at Tweek's coffee shop. I really need a job.

"Sure, why not? Let me just text my mom to tell her I won't be home for a while."

She always liked to know where I was. She let me do what a wanted, but just to respect her enough to tell her where I'll be. She's cool. At least I have one parent that cares.

"Wittle Cwaig texting his Mommy?"

"Shut the fuck up dude. My mom and I have an agreement."

I flipped him off. I swear if I didn't have that finger, I'd die.

"Well let's go then."

I rolled my window back up and started the car. I looked up at the sky. Damn, it was a really nice day. I noticed the temperature in the dashboard of my car to see that it was 70 degrees. Shit, this is an all time high for South Park. With that, I shrugged off my jacket to reveal a blue v-neck. I heard a honk that almost made me shit my pants. I really need to stop spacing out.

"Dude, come on!"

I backed out of the parking space and followed after Token. Then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Tweek, who spazzed out at the sight of me, and dropped all of his books. I smirked to myself for the second time today. Man, did Tweek have a way of doing this to me. I honked to Token to go on without me. He looked back at me to see what my problem was, looked over to Tweek, and shook his head. He drove out of the parking lot, down the street, and out of sight. Could he possibly know? No, he couldn't. I hid it way better than I hid my iPod in school.

I noticed I was in the middle of the parking lot, so I pulled over so other kids could get out of the lot. I got out of my car and walked over to Tweek. I started helping him with the fallen papers.

"C-Craig! You don't-GAH-have to h-help."

"It's okay. Are you going home, or heading to work? I'll give you a lift if you'd like."

"N-no I don't want to be a bother. I was j-just trying to d-drink some-GAH-coffee, when I d-dropped my papers."

"Don't worry about it. Where to?"

"Uh, j-just home. Thanks C-Craig."

I finished helping him clean up his papers. We walked over in silence to my car, and got in. I looked over at him, he was fiddling with the hem of his shirt, a blush creeping up his neck, about the same color of Token's car. Things were getting awkward, so I knew I needed to say something.

"You enjoying this nice weather?"

"Y-yeah. It's rare we get a nice d-day like-GAH-this."

"It really is."

Small talk just wasn't my thing. It was awkward enough as it was, but Tweek was just making it even worse.

"T-turn here."

I turned onto the road Tweek lived on. I've only been down this road once before. We picked Tweek up one day on our way to get some ice-cream last summer. It was the summer I got my license. So we all went to celebrate. Ice-cream seemed to be the only way to do it. After drowning in the silence that was the inside of my car, I noticed I had pulled into Tweek's driveway. It's funny how you can be swept up by your thoughts and still have the ability to drive.

"T-thanks for the ride C-Craig. I really need to-GAH-repay you f-for all these rides. Maybe a free c-coffee at the shop s-sometime?"

"Sure Tweek, that sounds perfect."

"JESUS CHRIST."

I saw the blush on Tweek's face grow an even deeper shade of red. If that was even possible.

"So I'll see ya later?"

"Y-yeah, t-thanks again for the-GAH-ride."

"Anytime Tweek."

He nodded and got out of the car, and shuffled uneasily up the driveway and to his front door. He waved shyly and walked inside, and practically slammed the door. I smirked again. Fuck, Tweek was really getting to me. I backed out of the driveway and began driving back the way I came. This wasn't like me; I smiled slightly the entire way home, and completely forgot about Token and Clyde. I just wasn't in the mood for Jamba Juice anymore.