A/N Ok, all of the rest of my chapter stories are, for now, on hiatus until my teachers decide that senior I may be, but home work machine I am not. This story, is, of course, made of chapters, but the chapters will be short one shot-ish, instead of my usual six page minimum limit. (I've seen it done before, and figured that it would make updating a lot easier for me, since I suck at it so much XD) It will make it easier for me to write in class, since I have little to no free time this year ( DX ), and it will make for faster and easier updates….every day if not every other day, as long as circumstances permit, though this is honestly more of a boredom killer/practice for my English essays type thing than an actual fic, so suckage is to be expected.

However, I think that with this I will be doing something a little different. If/When someone reviews, I would like to know if they would like for this to be a Tweek/Craig story, or a Tweek/Clyde story. NOTE THAT ONE OF THEM WILL NOT HAVE A HAPPY ENDING! Which ever pairing gets the most votes by the time I start actually writing in the pairing will be the one I use.

Now that I've put in my extra long A/N, time to get on with the first chapter.

Chapter one: New Home

Author: AYAotD

Date: 10/2/07

Tweek wouldn't call himself a coward, per say. He just had a strong sense of self preservation.

Well, ok, that, and he was kind of paranoid.

Alright, fine! He was very paranoid, but what's the point in splitting hairs?

He was also a firm believer in Murphy's Law. If it can go wrong, it will go wrong, and there isn't anything you could do about it, that was his life's motto.

Not that his family had had bad luck by any means, of course. After all, they were the owners of one of the largest coffee chains in the country. They had plenty of money to spare, and, as the icing on the cake, an old aunt or something had just kicked the bucket and left her entire estate to her closest relatives (in the biological sense of the word.)

In other words, them.

No, Tweek's life was anything but bad. In fact, most people would have killed to have his life. But Tweek was Tweek. He was jittery and completely untrusting of anyone, everyone and anything.

Which is why his parents' new summer home was just not as exciting for him as it seemed to be for his mom and dad.

"Just look at it dear!" His mother exclaimed, her soft voice brimming with pride as she strode up next to him on the curving front walk. He stood there, silent and grim faced, twitching habitually every few seconds, looking up at the house distrustfully. It was a nice house, that much he had to admit, a beautiful, sprawling Victorian mansion. But it was so…so….

"Big." He said simply. "It's-ngh- really big." He glanced over at her beaming face. "What if we get lost?" If they got lost in there, it could be days until they were found. They could starve to death. Just the thought made him sick. He shifted his grip on the rather large suitcases in each hand, the leather handles sliding annoyingly in his sweaty grip.

His mother laughed in her soft, calm way and shook her head.

"Oh Tweek, it's not that big." She chimed a bit patronizingly as she pulled a bag of her own from the trunk of the family Suburban. "It would only take you a few hours to explore it all." Her son silently disagreed. Anything was possible. What if one of them got locked in the attic or something with no key and no one heard their screams for help?

"Well, come on son, don't just stand there gawking at it." His father intoned, pushing past him with an arm load of bags that should logically have blocked everything in front of him from his view. "Help us move some of this stuff inside before it gets dark."

Tweek made a face and hefted his bags once again to keep them from slipping. He stood still for a few more seconds, casting another unsettled look up at what was to be his new home for the next two and a half months. The place just didn't have a good vibe to it. Not like their own house. Not like some of the other houses they had been in. This one…

…This one felt like it was giving him the same look he was giving it, only quite a bit more menacingly. He didn't like the feeling.

Not one little bit.

It didn't help that the place looked like it was straight out of a horror film, with the peeling white paint, broken shutters, curtained windows and an empty, hungry look.

"Tweek! Come on, while we're still young!"

Taking a deep breath and squaring his narrow, quaking shoulders, Tweek Tweak headed down the drive to the large wrap around porch, praying to whatever God happened to be listening in at the time that he was just being paranoid, as usual, and that the sneaking, cold feeling in his gut that usually meant that something was going to go horribly wrong was once again all in his head.

"This summer is going to be hell." he thought as a sudden squeak form a lose floorboard nearly gave him a heart attack.