Author's Notes: Me and k3Kyle don't own South Park, we're just perverts :D

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The terminal was packed when we finally arrived, and I hoped we wouldn't miss our flight from Denver to Sacramento. Clyde was busying himself with a cinnabon, Token was reading a magazine, Tweek was fumbling with his bags and I, Craig Tucker, was on the phone with my mom.

'Yes, we're at the airport… yeah, mom, we have our tickets,' I mumble the line, 'Urgh, I love you bunches too, mom.'

It's so pathetic. I'm nearly eighteen now and my mom still doesn't think I can travel alone. To my credit though, I'm not alone. Like I said before, the guys are coming with me. This trip is my birthday present from Grandma, the same one that always gets me cool presents. I remember when I turned ten she gave me one hundred dollars to spend on whatever I wanted. Too bad those assholes Cartman, Kyle, Stan and Kenny convinced me to invest it in forming a Peruvian flute band. Double your money in one afternoon, they said.

God, I hate those guys.

'Mm- Craig?'

I turned around to face a blonde boy. There was no need really. I'd know that frantic voice anywhere.

'What, Tweek?'

'Could you loan me five bucks for coffee?' his right eye twitched slightly, 'I promise I'll pay you back.'

I rolled my eyes and handed him a fiver. There's no use getting him all worked up so early in the trip, we've got the actual flying part to go yet. Just then a voice sounds over the intercom, our flight was boarding.

'Oh, God!'

I roll my eyes as Tweek twitches violently and drops his carry-on.

'C'mon guys, let's get going!' Token says enthusiastically.

His enthusiasm has been pissing me off. He has this weird idea that California is really, really cool. I just want to visit the board walk. I like it best when things are nice and boring, even on my birthday.

I follow Token and Clyde to our boarding spot, which just so happens to be on the opposite side of the airport. I cast an occasional glance behind me every few minutes to make sure Tweek is keeping pace. I'm not going to take responsibility if he gets deported to Japan.

He's changed a lot since we were kids. I mean, he's still a paranoid little freak and everything but he's calmed down a bit. He definitely dresses differently; now he's got blue streaks in his milk-blonde hair, arm warmers with little rubber spikes on them and cool shirts that say things like, "Shakespeare thinks your emo poems are lame" but today his shirt has a picture of a cat and it says "Kitten thinks of nothing but murder all day."

His style is pretty cool, but he's not nearly as edgy as I am. I'm the one with the bondage pants and the ear gages. Not to mention my insane hair.

When we reach the long-ass line to board the plane, I hear Token telling Clyde about how nice the weather is in California. I hope he doesn't brown-nose it our entire trip. If he does it's back to South Park.

Tweek is standing next to me, twitching like a freaking maniac. When I said he'd calmed down I wasn't lying. But after living like that for so long it just occurs to him naturally. We've reached the front of the line now and after a frantic search of his pockets Tweek realises he's got his ticket stuffed behind his belt.

I crack up laughing as we find our seats but I come to a horrible still when I realise I'm going to be sitting right next to Tweek for the entire trip. This is going to be a very long ride…

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Our flight departed over half an hour ago. I'm at the point now where I'm just about ready to go kamikaze and jump out the nearest window. I'm being squished up against the sides of my seat and view from up here sucks balls. All I can see is the occasional green patch, buildings and a little bit of snow.

The thing that's really getting up my ass is Tweek. I decided there was nothing I could do about being seated next to him so I just pulled my skirt up and did what I was told. Bad decision. He's been spazzing out so much it feels like he's trying to give me an all-body massage which, by the way, I'm not up for.

I toss down a little more of my fruit punch and look over at Clyde who's passed out on Token's shoulder. He probably would have freaked out and called him queer if he wasn't asleep, too.

Lots of people have turned in now. I haven't though, Tweek's constant twitching and spazzing has made it pretty much impossible. Little old me is probably going to have to wait until he falls asleep.

Just as I'm about to tell Tweek to hurry up and go to bed one of the stewardesses comes by with our blankets. Tweek declines his, with his usual social etiquette.

'No!' he nearly screams as she tries to set the offending grey blanket in his lap, 'I have my own, thanks!'

He proves his point by reaching into the overhead compartment and pulling out a huge-ass quilt with every colour of the rainbow stitched into it. How gay.

She nods and presents me with mine. I take my blanket from her and shoot the pretty Asian woman a sympathetic smile. Some people just don't get Tweek. She smiles and nods again. 'Good night, boys,' she says before winding back through the seats and laying blankets over the sleeping Token and Clyde.

I roll my eyes when I notice Token drape a lazy arm over Clyde's shoulder. I unfold my blanket and lay it over myself uncomfortably. Tweek reclines in his seat and snuggles into his soft quilt. I've got to admit, I'm more than a little jealous. The blanket the airline provided me with is almost see-through and it has bits torn off the end. That fucking sucks, it's freezing cold tonight!

I look over at Tweek and take a deep breathe before opening my mouth, trying desperately not to think of how gay this will seem, 'Um… Tweek?'

Tweek freezes. He pulls at his hair a little and lowers the blanket from his face. Thank God he didn't scream. If he did I'd probably be flipping off a lot of tired, pissed off passengers right now.

'…Yeah?' he cries, with his hands covering his mouth, trying to keep his voice down. His body begins to twitch.

'I know this is probably going to sound really gay,' I groan, 'but can we… you know… share? Like your blanket? The one I got is thin as fuck and it's cold tonight…' my words trail off and I look away. He probably thinks I'm coming onto him now.

Tweek comes to a still and just stares at me, mouth gaping, eyes wide. In a bad attempt at subtlety his hands make their way down to the blanket from his face. His grip on the end tightens as he pulls it closer to his chest.

His cheeks flush a bright rouge and then wordlessly hands me a corner of his ultra-gay quilt. I mouth him a hesitant 'thanks' before grabbing it and pulling it over me. Er… I mean… us.
I close my eyes and try to get some sleep. I can't seem to calm down though. These fucking airplane seats are so narrow! I can feel Tweek's body heat inches away from me. It's so awkward… we might as well be piled on top of eachother for the use it's doing for us. I was going to put down the arm rest but he's right on top of it…
Tweek is right next to me!
Oh shit. I try to think of something else. Something that will take my mind of this totally messed situation. My PS3, Oreos, that picture of Bebe naked that Kenny showed me on his cell phone…
He's fallen asleep now, his head falls onto my shoulder before I can do anything about it. Goddamn it.

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Author's Notes: Please tell me what you think! 3