Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.

Rated T just in case. I think one F-bomb.

So I'm sure this idea has been done before but I couldn't help but do it!

Everyone has their favourite pairing for a character, and I find it funny to think they're competing against each other. Meh.

This is told from Thomas's point of view. Enjoy!

Creek Vs Cromas

Today appeared to be any normal day in South Park. It was cold, a monster had attacked the town, Kenny had died, etc. The only physical difference was that ,instead of a thick blanket of snow covering everything, large droplets of water were falling from the sky, thoroughly soaking anything, or anyone, unlucky enough to be caught in it.

I was one of those things. Although I was out in this weather by my own choice, my clothes soaked through and blonde hair plastered to my face at odd place, and I was walking towards my destination with purpose and determination.

You see, today I was going to ask out the man of my dreams. His jet back hair always covered by his blue chullo hat, the way he pulled the finger at anyone and anything, not caring whether he offends, his apathetic blue eyes, looking at you yet looking past you. This lovely little package was known as Craig Tucker. And all these things made me adore him even more.

This obsession...I mean crush! began 7 long years ago. The moment he asked if he could do my laundry, I was hooked. He seemed so smitten with me then, but he soon bore of my ability to swear without consequences, hanging out with me less and less, until he no longer bothered to even acknowledge me in the corridors.

But I knew this wasn't personal. He was Craig Tucker. He had an image to upkeep. He still cared for me, deep down I knew this for a fact.

And so I've been pining for him ever since. But that would end today. Because he would be mine.

My walk, during which I got drenched to the bone, was nearly at its end. I was approaching my destination. The nerves caused me to walk faster and swear more often, which was earning me odd looks from anyone who happened to be braving the weather.

Then, my destination was in sight. Harbucks coffee store. Recently I had seen Craig often sitting in there, just staring off into space. God knows why, coffee has a terrible taste to it.

My heart began to race as I saw my love exiting the store. With determination clearly visible in my eyes, I began to march up to him. He was just standing there, cold eyes glued to the door of the coffee shop he'd just exiting, umbrella held slightly away from him, as if waiting for someone to get under it with him. I would gladly fill this position.

The twitchy blonde I'd often seen with Craig exited the cafe, hands tightly grasping a thermos to his chest as though his life depended on it. Which it probably did. Bloody druggie. Once Craig was mine I would put an end to that.

But then I stopped mid march, mouth agape and heart dropping. Craig, his Craig, was kissing the drugged up blonde. I was still standing at my fixed position when the couple walked past, blush tinting their cheeks and lost in each other's eyes, Craig too occupied to even spare me a second glance.

"Fuck"

Go Tweek! Coz' Craig likes the taste of coffee.

If anyone has any pairing ideas, please leave them in a review and tell me who you want to win!

Btw I will right one shortly that will be DamienxPip Vs ChristophexPip. Is there any preference on who will claim the Brit?