A/N …heh so um someone went and found herself a boyfriend… and then he became her fiancé… (avoids rotten fruit and begins to run from potential angry mob with torches pitchforks and knives and whatnot) so… as I have always vocalized: people in relationships are simply unreliable.

Anywho, HERE YOU GO! :D believe me, the decision for the costumes was SUPER difficult but I finally made my decision, like it or not. :D Alright I'm not making this story M rated because um it's South Park and it's T rated and teenagers are well… they do these things… and it's not like I've gone in explicit detail, it's been like 2 paragraphs in the entire story. Jeez. AND IT'S SOUTH PARK. So yeah :) now I actually am in a relationship and can… use some things and poems and such… uh huh… ENJOY! :D

Chapter Thirty: Candy, Pumpkin Spice, and Nothing Nice

"Alright, just call if you need anything, Tweekers." I kiss my blond on the cheek before he quickly opens and closes the large wooden door. I hear the several locks shut behind the door before I walk back to the curb and join Kenny on our way to my house.

"You guys are cute." Kenny tells me, like it's no big deal.

"Um… Thanks?"

"I wish I had someone to be cute with." He admits, again like it's no big deal. I see how our night is going to be.

"How's the single life?"

"Alright I guess." He shrugs. "I can actually really focus on school now, which is nice. You know, university application season starting and all."

"You know what you're going to get into yet?" I ask as we walk through my front door. He kicks off his boots and looks at me.

"I want to be a nurse." He tells me with a smile. I don't think he's told anyone else that fact on this planet.

"A nurse? Huh. I think you'd be a great nurse, Ken." I tell him and his smile widens.

"Thanks, bro." Kenny says quietly.

"A male nurse? That's pretty gay." Ruby tells us in her snotty little way of speaking as she walks by. I'd say she makes my blood boil, but she really doesn't. She'll grow up eventually, just like everyone else. …That's a lie, but I hope it's true every once in a while.

"Well it pays decently and it'll get me out of this shit hole town, so whatever. There's plenty opportunity and such." We walk past Ruby up the stairs to my room.

"Do you have any idea what you're thinking of doing, Craig?" Kenny flops down on my bed with a huff of relief.

"Not a fucking clue." Kenny laughs and flips to his side on my bed. I take a seat at my spinny chair and start playing with the Rubik's cube Tweek brought over a while ago.

"Not a clue, huh? Not a single idea?" I pause to think for a moment. So, Tucker, what do you want to be for the rest of your life? Spaceman Craig isn't exactly an option anymore. Hm.

"Well, I like Physics. I also like writing, believe it or not. Well, I hate actually physically writing, left-handed and all, but you know what I mean. " I pause for a moment and notice Kenny is actually listening. Hm. What a good guy. "I… I don't know. I just want to have a good job and be with Tweek I guess. And get out of this shit-ass town."

"Amen to that, sista." He chuckles. "So, you guys planning a long term thing, or what?"

"Well, I don't know if that stuff is really planned. But I really love him, you know?" Kenny finally sits up and we exchange a momentary glance.

"Heh. Yeah, I got it, dude." I gently swivel the chair side to side as we sit in silence for a few moments.

"DUDE!" Kenny shouts all of a sudden and jumps to his feet. My head shoots up to look at the suddenly crazed blond. I don't think that can even be considered a light bulb going off, it was more like a nuclear explosion of the mind or something.

"What?"

"For Halloween, why don't we all dress like Flash!" Without command my hand instinctively flies to hold my face. The Big Bang Theory joke. Sooooo funny.

"Why?" I ask from behind my palm.

"Because it's easy and fucking hilarious. We're all different heights, we could like follow each other around all night!" He's smiling like it's the first time he got a blowjob or something. How could I say no to a retarded grin like that?

"Alright, Kenny. Sounds great."

"YUS!" Kenny throws his fists in the air in victory. It's actually pretty funny how excited he gets over practically nothing. I guess that's just the attitude you develop when you've grown up in such a shitty environment.

"You cool with getting us all the outfits then for Friday?"

"Yeah, totally, dude. Are we going to have our own little party, or what?"

"We could go over to Token's…" Did I really just say that? I did, didn't I. Sigh.

"Fuckin' right! I hear he's letting anyone show up, like, a legit party!" Shit. Why did I suggest that? I hate people. Whatever, I'll just go for Kenny and to keep Tweek and Tommy safe. How exciting.

~X~

"Fuck! What, are we supposed to follow each other around all night; Craig, Kenny, me then Tweek?" Tommy asks while holding his Flash outfit like it's the plague.

"Gah! W-we're gonna get shot in these!" Tweek throws his to the ground and stomps away from my bed to my desk chair.

"Why would we get shot in them?" Kenny asks. I think he might even be a little offended, since he did come up with the idea.

"Gah! We'll look like nerds! Nerds get shot!"

"I think we'd have way more of a shot at getting shot because we're gay, Tweek. Have you taken your pill today?"

"NO! I haven't taken it in a long time! You know that!" Tweek rolls and turns his back to me with his arms crossed. Drama Queen.

"Everything's a freaking production with you, isn't it?" Tommy asks Tweek with a smug smirk, knowing Tweek's going to flip out again.

"BAH! YOU GUYS ARE TERRIBLE!" He slides from the chair under the desk.

"Anywho," I distract Tommy and Kenny who are laughing at my little spazz. "So, we're going for tomorrow at eight, right?"

"Sounds g-" Tommy cuts himself off in an attack of coughs. I noticed he had been clearing his throat and sniffling a lot tonight, but I thought they were just tics.

"You sure you're alright to go, tomorrow, Tom? You're looking pretty pale today." Kenny drops his costume on the bed and moves over to Tommy. He places his hand on Tommy's head. I watch as his brows furrow.

"You're burning up, Tom. I don't think you should go to the party tomorrow. I can get you some stuff to relieve your symptoms, but I don't think you're well enough to go out." Kenny tells the sickly teen.

"SHIT! Whatever you say, Dr. McCormick." Tommy shoves Kenny's hand away and fixes his hair. "I hate parties anyway."

"I think it would have been funny if Tweek would have just been himself and said he's possessed." I mention after I remember my blond is cowering under my desk.

"Or just schizophrenic. Oh wait, you're supposed to dress up as something you're not on Halloween." Kenny carries on with me as if Tweek can't hear us.

"GAH! I'M N-NOT CRAZY!" Tweek screams from the other side of the room.

~X~

Thank you Kenny for your wonderful change of heart this morning. I so wanted to be dressed up as a half-assed green Powerpuff Girl. As if being gay in this town weren't enough of a punishment.

Sigh.

And here we are: At the entrance to the doom and gloom of our miserable teenage-hoods. The Halloween party of the decade.

Woo-flipping-hoo.

God damn, I wish I were just at home watching a scary movie and comforting my boyfriend in my lap-

"AHHH!" Tweek, or Bubbles tonight, screams and hides behind my back when he finally sees the scary clown statue-figure dude at the entrance of Black's crescent driveway pillars.

"It's just a clown, Tweekers." I twine fingers with his and guide him closer to the house.

"IS IT REAL? " He shrieks and hides his face behind his free hand. Yeah, like that helps.

"If it is, I'll keep you safe, Tweeky." Kenny swings his arm around Tweek's tiny shoulders. "You and Craigy-boo are safe with me!" He winks at me and pats my shoulder. I really can't take him seriously with a big fucking red bow in his hair. Fuck, I need a drink.

~X~

About halfway through the night later and about ten people have asked me what the hell I am, a few drunk freshmen girls have tried to guess who I am/ try and get me to fuck them, Tweek went missing about a half hour in and I found him recently in a broom closet (many closet jokes from Kenny about that one); Token has had to clean up about three piles of puke, and I really could care less about being here.

"Hey, Ken." I tap my fellow Powerpuff Girl on the shoulder as he's hitting on a slutty policewoman. Actually, hitting on may be a stretch. I think they're actually having a legit conversation over a couple of beers. Hm. I'll ask him about it later.

"What's up, Buttercup?" He asks with a smug smirk on his face. I flip him off quickly before I continue.

"I'm gonna grab Tweek, wherever the fuck he may be, and bring him home, alright? Maybe stop by Tommy's on the way back. You cool by yourself?"

"Hmm I think I'll be alright. Bein' a big boy and all. Oh!" He steps out from between the brunette he's talking with and I. "This is-

"Malory Wright." She confidently sticks her hand out to shake mine.

"Craig." I deadpan back. I really am quite the professional failure at first impressions. "K, I'll see you later, Ken." I bob my head to him before taking off to find Tweek.

After I head out to the backyard I find Tweek with three stoners by the pool trying to get Tweek to smoke up.

"I think he's on enough drugs as it is." I grab Tweek's wrist and pull him away from the burnouts and back through the giant house.

"Th-thanks." Tweek murmurs after a few moments of slice between us. We're all the way down the street and the obnoxious bass music pounding through the still, cold night is yet to subside.

"For what, Tweek?"

"Ergh! B-bringing me out. And K-keeping me a-around, I guess." I stop and Tweek follows suit.

"GAH! W-what? D-did you hear something? AHH! WE'RE GONNA DIE! WE'RE G- " I cut him from his tangent by pressing our cold, chapped lips together.

"I love you." I tell him, after what could have been forever, with about as much emotion as I can muster up. Tweek blushes and looks down to his feet. Soooo cute.

"Come on, we should go see how Tommy's doing." I grab his thin hand in mine again as we continue walking.

~X~

"Trick-or-treat." I say impassively to Tommy when he opens his house door, a bowl of candy bars in hand.

"COKSUCKERS! Hey, guys. Come in." He places the bowl down and steps out of the way for us.

"Hey, how ya feeling?"

"Pretty -SHIT!- Alright I guess. Whatever Kenny gave me has been working, so I think I'll be fine in the next couple of days." Tommy explains as he leads us to the living room area. "How was the party? What are you guys?" He inquires after we sit down.

"Meh. Lot's of boring, drunk, horny teenagers trying to get a quick lay. And we're the Powerpuff girls. Can't you tell?" We've got on colour appropriate t-shirts, black pants, and black belts around out waists. And Tweek's hair is in small pig-tails since it's long enough to do so. Kenny had quite the time trying to brush it. Odd sight, I must say.

"K-kenny changed his m-mind this morning." Tweek explains as he fidgets around on the sofa.

"Huh. Alright then." Tommy responds as he tries to open a small candy bar.

"W-what have you been d-doing all –Ergh! Night?" I think Tommy is one of the only other people on this planet, other than me, that Tweek would ever strike up a conversation with.

"Homework, mostly. I though I'd get ahead since I don't think I'll be at school the next few days."

"How's the book report coming?" I ask just as Tweek finally get's comfortable by laying his head on my shoulder.

"ASSHOLE! SHIT! I just finished the book today, actually. I fucking hate reading." He grumbles to himself.

"Heh, I th-think that's the first time I've ever h-heard you swear, Tommy!" Tweek squeak laughs quietly.

"Heh, well" Tommy shrugs. "Bleh it sucks. Reading and writing just suck."

"Tell me about it." Tweek and I agree together with a sigh.

~X~

"And that's how the toy car got stuck in there." Kenny finishes explaining a Jackass skit to us as we walk to school, reluctantly I may add. My Mother had to leave early because of an appointment this morning, and I don't like talking to Thomas. So, the group, sans Tommy due to his flu, are walking to school together in the wonderful South Park November weather. Fuckin A.

"Huh. Well that's pretty… creative…" I admit in reference to the stunt.

"GAH!" Tweek practically jumps out of his skin just as we turn the corner to the street our school is on.

"Christ, what?" Kenny asks frantically.

"H… H… Har…" Tweek stutters as he shakes. He's in some sort of freaky trance I think.

"Spit it out, Tweek." I tell him in a somewhat interested, but mostly bored tone.

"HARBUCKS!" He finally squeals and points. Kenny and I both look down the street to see a bolded green lettered sign labeling the mainstream franchise down the street.

"Uh…" And before I can say anything else, the damn kid has taken off in a frenzy down the street and into the overrated coffee shop.

"Don't cha just love mega-corporations?" Kenny snorts. We begin to walk quickly down the street in attempts to catch up with the spazz who's probably already ordered and everything.

"After you, m'lady." Kenny holds the door open for me and I enter. Fuck, it smells like Tweek's house in here. Speaking of Tweek, he's staring up at the menu like it's the archangel Gabriel come to give him a message from God.

"The holiday selection is like Jesus." Tweek whispers coherently. I don't even know if one could call that coherently, but he didn't stutter or anything.

"Grande Pumpkin Spice Latte, for me, no whip, Tall Skinny Chai Latte, and…" Kenny turns to us from the cash. "Tweek, what do you want?"

"Everything…" He whispers, still mesmerized by the menu.

"Tweek, snap out of it. What do you want?" I snap my fingers in front of his huge mismatched eyes that have just seen the light of angels apparently.

"Oh! Uh… um… GAH! CH-CHOICES!" He screams and grabs his hair.

"Grande Regular…" I look back at Tweek, then back to Kenny. "Decaf."

A/N So! There's the next chapter! :D well that was fun to rite! Gosh I miss writing. WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT? WHO IS MALORY? WHEN WILL THIS STORY END?

SO!

MANY!

QUESTIONS!

AHH!

EXCITEMENT AWAITS!

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