[Tweek's P.O.V]
     It took me an hour to calm Butters down enough to let me disinfect his wounds, Craig insisting that we take him to the hospital the entire time. Butters absolutely refused to go, and there really wasn't much we could do, since he was so afraid of his dad finding out, and if we went to the hospital, it was a definite that they would call his parents, so I offered to let him stay with me for the week.   
  He hesitated, saying something about not wanting to be a bother, but after Craig relayed Butters' options, Butters opted to stay with us. I told him he could sleep in the guest room that was rarely used, or he could bunk with me and Craig. He said that he didn't want to be alone, which I understood. Craig groaned, which earned him a hard jab to the ribs and a stern look directed his way.
   After Butters was all cleaned up and I had loaned him some of my clothes, we went upstairs to resume the movie. We ended up turning it off soon after because Craig and Butters were falling asleep, and we had school in the morning. Well, in 6 hours, anyway.
   I guess we all somehow managed to fit on my bed, because when my alarm went off at 6:30, Craig was laying halfway on me, drooling on my shoulder, and Butters laying diagonally so that his head was on my legs, and his legs were on Craig's stomache. I shut off my alarm and rolled out of bed [with a little difficulty] I picked up Craig's bag [which he had brought with him last night] and threw it at him. He groaned and opened an eye.
   "We've gotta go to school." I said groggily, staring at a pair of my pants on the ground, trying to wrap my mind around them. Craig groaned again, and slowely got out of bed, dislodging Butters' legs in the process ,which woke him up.
     "Grandpa Tweek says it's time for school." Craig said to Butters, shuffling into the connecting bathroom. Butters sat up and rubbed an eye before going over to where I was still staring at my pants, debating as to whether or not they really WERE pants. I picked them up. Yup, they were pants.
   I was about to put them on when I realized that I haden't taken my other ones off. I took of my other pants and then realized that these weren't even the pants I needed. I looked around my room to find my dresser, somehow managing to locate it through my sleep-fogged mind, and extract a pair of clean pants.
    "Tweek?" Butters asked tentatively.
    "Yeah?" I asked, my voice cracking  a little. I cleared my throat.
     "Do you think...will I be okay for school? And I mean, I have gym and everything today..." I looked over at him. He was biting his lip and looking worried.
     "I think you'll be okay as long as you wear long sleeves. I mean, it IS winter, so I don't think the gym teacher will have a problem with you wearing warm clothes." I said as Craig shuffled out of the bathroom and picked up his school bag.

     Twenty minutes later, we were in my dark blue '98 mustang, which was about on it's last leg.
     "Uh, Tweek? Are you sure you're okay to drive?" Craig asked skeptically.
     "Yeah, I'm fine, why?"
     "Because you're driving on the yellow line." I looked out my window and saw that I was, indeed driving on the yellow lilne. "Shit." I said,  jerking the car into the right lane.
     "Tweek? You need to be in the left lane." Butters said helpfully. I sighed in aggrivation, then looked behind me to make sure no one was close behind me, then recklelessly jerked into the left lane. The thing I've noticed is that ever since I stopped drinking coffee, I'm not a morning person at all. It takes me at least an hour and a half to fully wake up, and until then, I pity the poor fool who gets in my way.
     "Uh...m-maybe I should drive..." Butters said quietly from the backseat.
    "I'm fine, dammit!" I said, angrily turning down the street housing our high school.
     I had barely parked when Craig and Butters practically launched themselves out of my car. We got our stuff out and I locked my car, then set off at an angry pace toward the school. Craig and Butters staying a few paces behind me.

     By lunchtime, I was cured, and back to my old self. I bought my food and headed over to sit next to Craig, Token and Butters. "Hey, guys, what's up? Where's Clyde?" I asked.
     "I don't know. He got up a few minutes ago and said he had to do something." Token answered with a shrug.
      After a few minutes had passed, the answer to my question was answered in the worst form possible.
     Cartman, Kenny, Stan and Clyde came over to our table, dressed in drag. Craig opened his mouth to say something, but the other boys chose that moment to begin singing. The fact that they were in drag, singing coupled with the song they were belting had me almost falling off the bench with laughter.
     They were singing "Girls just want to have fun" In really high-pitched voices, only instead of "Girls just wanna have fun," it was  "Craig just wants to screw blondes". By the time they finished, the whole lunchroom was filled with raucous laughter, and Craig looked like he was going to murder the quortet.