The dad I never got to know. The brother I never knew. The life I could have had. The normality... Again, it slips away from me. One-shot.

Tweek Tweak is weird, we can all admit that. I couldn't stomach being around him. He's always stuttering and jittering. And the way he huddles up and mumbles to himself like a mental patient? Talk about weird. All this madness started with Zoology class, monarch butterflies and his private journal he left behind on his desk. TweekxRebecca. One-shot.

I met her in an arcade in North Park. Lizzy was definitely… tall, just meeting my height. And she… wore a parka like me. Hey, and she had a hair-cut like me… And eyes like me! Dude, she was stealing my style. I've been rockin' this look since I was seven and this chick is copying me! One-Shot.

People find it strange that I hang out with Lizzy. I think everyone saw a Kenny in a pink parka. But under that façade, there was something special that made her stand out. We didn't exactly have a… normal friendship. In fact, I'm not entirely sure what we are, but I love it nonetheless. LizzyxTammy. Femslash.

Maybe I dislike the caffeine or the strong bitter taste. I feel like I will always regret never being there when he needed me most… but, at least I was there for him until the end. To me, coffee will always reunite us. TweekxRebecca. One-Shot.

He was so blatantly wonderful. Tweek had these eyes, it reminded me of a deer's. His hands, his hair, everything about this young adult screamed innocence. I always seemed to forget he was mentally unstable. But, it never slipped my mind how wrong this relationship was. TweekxRebecca. One-shot. AU.

Love. She's miffed by the concept. A girl who can spell out, 'algorithm' without batting an eye, doesn't know what love is. Although, I can understand where she's coming from. I've never experienced it. But, I know love isn't... this. TweekxRebecca. One-shot.

The worst shift of all time is definitely graveyard. I hate closing up. I hate even being in the coffee shop when it around this time. I'm a bit twitchier at night. My mind always wandered to the crooks and criminals. The thought of being robbed… NGH! Too much pressure! Then a certain girl came in with in with a simple request of a mint mocha. TweekxRebecca. One-Shot.

It was supposed to be a fun little trip to the mountains. Tweek called it, 'a romantic getaway' but really it was an excuse to go to the famous smoke shacks to get high. But, when I sat with Tammy, in the frigid temperature under a blanket of snow... I used that lame joke, the one about a cat and a dog, in an attempt to see her smile. Kammy and Creek. One-shot.

I worked at threadin' sheet metal in one section 'nd in another she was cleanin' the hot metal with a hose. When my arm got halfway ate into the machine, she was right there. The way she scowled took all that pain from the accident away. And when my kin up 'nd abandoned me, at least she stayed by my side. Who could ask fer a better girl? KevinxShelly. One-Shot.

Rebecca Cotswolds was an odd girl of seventeen with a weak heart and a defining scar under her shoulder-blade. She was boring by nature. There weren't many things that were interesting about that girl. But, she had a talent I had never seen before. She could amaze me. TweekxRebecca. One-Shot.

Even if Clyde doesn't like me like Bebe... At least I feel protected and loved for a few fleeting moments. If this is all I have left, I'll embrace it. I just want to be protected. I just wanted someone to hold me. I just want someone to tell me it was going to be alright. Even if it's not true. Mysterion, where are you? ClydexKaren. One-shot.

When I was a kid, I enjoyed the thought of normality and routine. It was almost a comforting to know what to expect. As an adult, my views have changed drastically. I've taken up drinking as a hobby to escape my problems. An absent love life, a terrible job and to top it off, there is a certain barfly hanging out in my favorite spot. CraigxLizzy. One-shot.

Mom always said, uh, dandelions were disgusting weeds and it was my job to pull 'em out of the garden. I always thought of dandelions as flowers instead of weeds. They were pretty and nice. The only thing was when you picked them your hands would get all sticky with pollen and milk. I didn't think Stan would be allergic either! Gee wizz, this is all my fault! Stutters. One-shot.