Tweek looked up at the shocked boys and smiled. He knew they would be surprised, and the disgusted look on Cartman's face wasn't unexpected either. "Hello." He stated, still smiling.

"Tweek, what the hell are you wearing?" Craig asked, not shocked or surprised, simply neutral, like he had been expecting Tweek to show up after missing for an entire summer dressed as a flower child. But Tweek knew his best friend better. He could see the curiosity glaring down at him in those familiar grey eyes.

"Clothes." He commented, tilting his head.

"Why the fuck are you a hippie? You're a spaz, not some tree-hugging freak." Cartman pushed in. Five years older and Cartman still hated on Jews, hippies and Family Guy.

"That's nice." Tweek said, and turned to walk away. His friends took a moment to observe him a bit more. Dressed in a tie-dye shirt, well worn bell-bottom jeans, wood-burned beads with strange flowery designs and a pair of plain black moccasins, he was nothing like the Tweek they knew and tolerated.

"No!" Cartman yelled, startling them all out of their thoughts. "I refuse to allow a hippie in my school!"

"Please tell me you don't have a plan," Stan begged. "It's still Tweek, dude, if he wants to dress like a hippie, let him!"

"Besides, it's not your school." Kenny adds.

"It is mah' school and I refuse to let hippies here!" he yells back, turning red from lack of air. "All we need to do is-"

"You mess with a single hair on Tweek's head and I will kill you." Craig breaks in.

"But he's not your butt-buddy anymore, he's a hippie! Do ya' want to be raped up the ass with a tree?"

There was a shocked silence.

"Fat ass, what the fuck are you talking about?" Kyle asked, looking at his friend who had reached a new, unknown level of stupidity.

"It's what hippies do, ya' guys, they drug ya' and rape ya' up da' ass with a mini-tree."

"My god, you are so stupid." Craig exclaims, flipping them off. "I'm getting the hell out of here." Craig walks off, shaking his head. He notices Tweek staring up at the ceiling and jogs over. He was Craig Tucker. He hated anything abnormal, anything that wasn't boring. "What are you looking at?" he asked his best friend, craning his neck to look up. The blonde turns to him and smiles sweetly.

With mismatched eyes, one a pale green and the other a dark brown, with wild spiky hair that had never gotten back to normal after they cut it, he was probably the strangest person in the school, the new hippie persona was just the finishing touch. "I'm looking at the ceiling and seeing what happens."

Craig rolls his eyes and takes Tweek by the arm, dragging him to their class, demanding to see his schedule which the blonde hands over without complaint, humming a strange tune as he grins. "Freak." Craig muttered.

"I love you too." He was still surprised to hear Tweek speak without stuttering or breaking away to chase down something he saw in the shadows.

He was Craig Tucker. He hated anything that was abnormal, anything that threatened his safety bubble. It had kept him safe and out of trouble for 14 years now. Craig glanced at his best friend, the one that had kept him sane for all those years. Always ready with a hug, some encouraging words and a cup of coffee made only the way Tweek knows how, Craig was glad the blonde had stuck around.

He hated anything strange or abnormal…But for Tweek (and Tweek only) there would always be an exception.