We're Just Friends?
Krys723
SUMMARY: We're friends, just friends. We are not gay. I'm not gay. I don't have a thing for Tweek Tweak. I don't have a thing for Tweek…fuck.
A/N: Hey guys! I figured that since some people liked my Creek one-shot, I thought I could write a whole FanFic. I hope you enjoy, please read and review! Everybody's in their senior year and its focused around Team Craig.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING SOUTH PARK-RELATED! ANYTHING I OWN IS WHAT I MAKE UP!
Setting: South Park High School; South Park, Colorado
Date: Tuesday, September 3RD
Time: 7:45 AM
Chapter One
Craig Tucker…
I hated mornings. I hated the fucking sunrise, I hated my hamster alarm clock going off, and I hated my annoying as fuck sister hogging the fucking bathroom when we got up. I hated my bitch mother calling me as I finish getting dressed, telling me I'm late. I hated mornings. During the summer, I slept until noon and watched hours of Red Racer. I hung out with Token and Clyde whenever they went to the mall or I worked at Whole Foods, I needed money…money nether of my parents had. When August came around, I went to football camp like Token and Clyde did (I was wide-receiver), but I still hated mornings. Once my stuffed my hair into my blue hat and had my leather jacket on, I headed out the door. Ruby was already out the door and probably at her bus stop.
South Park High was a fifteen minute walk from my house; I just hated walking in this weather. I hated being in South Park, it was always cold. You would think I would get used to this shit weather as I got older, but I still hated it. Once I graduated from high school and turn eighteen, I'm leaving this fucking state. I don't know where I'll head to, but I bet it'll be fucking warmer than this hellhole. When I reached the entrance of South Park High, I noticed how little changed. Stan and his friends (Kyle, Fatass, and Kenny) were having their daily arguments and the Goth kids were in their usual spot. Clyde was leaning against the lockers, flirting with his latest victim, unfortunately for him it was a repeat victim, Bebe Stevens. I guess she never got her fill over the summer. Token was opening his locker next to Clyde, I was wondering if he was thinking the same thing I was thinking.
I walked over towards my locker, which was on the other side of Clyde's and couldn't help but overhear the conversation.
"So, I'll pick you up at 8 then?" Clyde asked Bebe. The blonde twiddled her hair around her pointer, I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I opened my locker.
"Sure, Clyde. See you then," she said in that fake, sugary voice. At one point, she hated her boobs. I liked her better then. She walked away as I unlocked the same locker I had been using since freshman year. Clyde smirked as he turned towards me.
"That's how you do it, gentleman," Clyde told Token and I. I rolled my eyes, I wasn't interested in any of these bitches honestly. Red was my fucking cousin and I hated the rest of them, especially Wendy. She's been dating Stan on and off for years, yet she slept with everybody else but him. She was just a dumbass bitch and I didn't understand why Stan still pined for her.
"Didn't you just have sex with Wendy just last night?" Token asked Clyde. Right now Stan and Wendy were currently off and had been since junior year.
"Does it really matter?" If Clyde's Dad wasn't the owner of the local shoe company, then Clyde wouldn't have much of a chance getting that much pussy. Even though that list was a fucking lie, Clyde had still been getting dates since middle school. "You had sex with her two years ago. And Kenny's been secretly fucking her since freshman year."
"Careful, she might have HIV by now," I mumbled under my breath. "You should get your dick checked out."
"Do you want to check it for me?" Clyde asked me with a playful smirk.
"Fuck you." I flipped him off as I placed my backpack, except for a few notebooks into my locker. It was the first day back, I needed to at least look like I care.
"Morning, fags." I rolled my eyes, I didn't need to hear his fucking voice this earlier in the morning. Eric Cartman was the bane of my fucking existence. I couldn't really stand Stan and Kyle either and the only reason Kenny's on my good still is because he grew the best weed. Peru isn't something you forget though.
"Morning fatass," I replied as I closed my locker.
"Look, Craig. Just because you're on the football team doesn't mean you're not a fag. Especially since you hang around Spaz all day," Cartman replied. I smirked, at least I was allowed back on the football team. Cartman's ass was too fat to even run on the field.
"He has a name," I stated in a low tone.
"Aww, what'cha going to do, Craig? You gonna punch me for teasing you and your lover," Cartman taunted. I was going too, but Clyde and Token held me back.
"Shut up, Fatass! You went along with the whole time during that misunderstanding," Kyle stated.
"Because, you fucking Jewrat, if I didn't go along with it, then everybody would have considered me a racist," Cartman said blandly.
"You are a fucking racist, Fatass!"
"Hey, fuck you Jewboy!"
"Guys, can we not go through this today?" Stan asked. "Come on, we got class." Clyde and Token let me go and I calmed down, but it wasn't over. I would get Cartman before the day was over with. As Stan walked to class with an arguing Cartman and Kyle, Kenny leaned back against the locker.
"I got a date with Wendy tonight," he informed Clyde as Token walked to his class. I looked at the senior schedule I got in the mail two weeks ago. 012 English Literature was first. I fucking hated English, especially earlier in the morning.
"I got Bebe," Clyde told him as they walked to their class. I rolled my eyes, they were the two biggest horn dogs in our class, but Kenny got around more with women and men. He had the looks to get away with fucking both genders, especially if the women were older than us. Last year, he had sex with a 30-something MILF who wanted an affair from her boring husband and bragged about it for two months. The only reason he got away with it was because he lied to the husband when he got caught and called the woman a skank.
I was about to head to English when I heard a scream. I already knew who it was, he barely made it. Tweek and I have been friends since 5TH Grade. Whenever I wasn't hanging out with Token (who was always studying) or Clyde (who was always fucking), I hung out with Tweek. His blonde hair still reminded me of a lion's mane, but I'm glad he learned how to correctly button his green shirt by middle school. His light brown eyes looked tired like always, he needs to get over his underpants gnome obsession.
"Morning, Tweek," I stated as he reached his locker.
"GAH! Morning, Craig," he said as he opened his locker. His grey, Harbucks Coffee thermos was in his free hand and his body was jittery as always. He shook as he opened his thermos and poured coffee into the cup, drinking it fast. "GAH!"
"Why are you late?" I asked him.
"I didn't get enough sleep! The underpants gnomes came and took another pair! I'm running out of underwear!" Tweek screamed. A couple of sophomores walked by laughing, but stopped when I glared at them.
"Tweek, calm down," I told him as I rubbed his back. Tweek calmed down and his shaking lessened. "Come on, let's get to class." He nodded as he closed his locker. Out of all the people and things I fucking hated, Tweek was one of the people I hated less.
A/N: I promise the next chapters will be longer! This was just an introductory chapter! Please review! I actually like those.
