You, (Tweek), were just in high school, it was currently the las5 period the day, you, and your autistic boyfriend, Craig, were in the locker room, alone. You were currently dressing back in from a sweaty match of basketball with the rest of the class. You were okay at basketball, but sometimes your tics fucked up your moves. Craig is good at basketball, but just, didn’t like it, therefore he didn’t bother.

since most of the boys in the school wore shorts, or zip-off pants, they didn’t have to do much to dress out. You and Craig normally wore parachute pants, or baggy jeans, so you guys had to change for a while

as you to started to change back into your jeans, the lights flicker slightly, and then the intercom went off.

intercom: This is not a drill. This is NOT a drill. There is a tough tornado in the are, please calmly evacuate your student and / or classes towards the trained designated area that is on your tornado drill maps.

“Fuck!” Craig snapped