South Park - Craig Tucker x Tweek TweakSouth Park - Craig Tucker x Tweek Tweak2 years ago in Short Stories
I couldn't take it anymore. Sitting there and staring at that pale boy across from me with the black and red dyed hair, his cracked lips twisting in awful ways as he recited memorised lyrics and poems, which were by far the darkest and most foul rhymes that I'd ever had the displeasure of hearing. The way he spewed nonsense about how life was some huge mysterious shithole that everyone had to suffer in until we finally died - and then, maybe then, we would be happy. I had to admit, on my bad days, I didn't think the kid (I think his name was Pete?) was too annoying and sometimes I even agreed with the less dramatic rants he was always going off on. I even spoke up yesterday and briefly conversed with him about our mutual love of coffee.
But today was not one of those days. Today his bullshit-heavy flow of how everyone was a conformist and how he was desperately craving a cigarette was just way too much for me to handle. It was too much pressure- too much fucking pressure, man! He just
South Park: CravingSouth Park: Craving7 years ago in Fan Fiction
Ethan had known Henrietta for years. He couldnt remember when or how theyd met, but ever since he could remember, shed been by his side. After a couple years of just the two of them, theyd let Dylan join them. He was an odd, shy kid, with pockmarks all over his face, and his hair looked like he'd cut it himself after getting a hold of some kitchen scissors. Theyd taken pity on him and fixed him up a bit, showing him how to dress, what music to listen to, and convincing him he shouldnt give a fuck what the conformists think. A few years after that, Logan had joined. Hed come to his very first day of kindergarten wearing all black, some lipstick, and sporting an emo haircut.
Now, Ethan was in Grade 12 along with Henrietta. Dylan was only a year behind them, and Logan was starting Grade 9. Granted, Ethan, Henrietta and Dylan should have graduated by now, but only conformists went to class on a regular basis. Many years had gone by, and