How Things Work
Krys723
SUMMARY: Craig's new to South Park and decided to keep to himself. Over time he'll make friends and he'll make enemies, but the one thing he never expected was to fall in love.
A/N: Hey guys, I wanted to try something. I'm going to write two chapters of this story to match the two chapters of We're Just Friends and whichever gets more love is the one I'll continue writing. I love them both, but I can only work on one at a time. I think. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Also, this story works out in a timeline from 4TH Grade until senior year.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING SOUTH PARK-RELATED! I ONLY OWN WHAT I MAKE UP!
Date: Thursday, October 24TH
Time: 10:30 AM
Chapter One
The New Kid
Craig Tucker…
"Mm'kay Craig, lets head down to your classroom, shall we?" The small boy dressed in a dark blue coat and matching blue hat with a yellow puff sighed as he got out the chair. His parents had just dropped him off in the counselor's office of South Park Elementary located in South Park, Colorado. Craig was originally born in Denver, but when Craig's Dad, Thomas had to find a new job and the only available ones were in South Park, the family had to pack up and leave. Craig also had a Mom, Laura who was currently going to be a homemaker until she found a job of her own and a sister, Ruby.
People would comment about how Craig was the black sheep of his family back in Denver; out of the four-membered family, Craig was the only one who had black hair. Ruby and his father red hair and his Mom was a blonde. Craig knew the reason behind this though; Craig's father was a different man and Thomas wasn't his real father. He could overhear his parents talking about every now and then back when he was younger and people kept pointing. Even Thomas' side of the family kept pointing it out, saying that Craig wasn't a real Tucker and that Laura was lucky that Thomas married her when Craig was only a baby. Craig had never met his real father and had no intentions to. For all Craig knew, the man could be dead and he didn't give a damn.
Soon Craig and the counselor, Mr. Mackey stopped in front of a door and opened it. On the other side of the door was a classroom painted turquoise-blue with eighteen small desks, 17 of them filled. In the back of the room, Craig spotted a science area and on the right was a huge window that looked towards the side of the school. It was fucking cold inside the room too, just like everywhere else. He hated this town so damn much and he's only been here for two days.
"Uh, Mr. Garrison. You have a new student, this is Craig, Mm'kay?" Mr. Mackey pointed out. The old man sitting at his desk looked up from his gay magazine and sighed as he got up.
"OK, thank you, Mr. Mackey. I guess I gotta teach now," the man named Mr. Garrison replied. Mr. Mackey walked out the room as Craig walked towards front of the classroom. He examined the class. In the center of the small desks sat four boys; one of them was wearing a sky blue hat with a yellow puff and matching yellow rim. He wore a red jacket with a pair of brown pants. He was fatter than anybody else in the class. The one next to him had a green hat with flaps on both sides. He wore a bright orange parka with a bright green collar that matched his hat and dark green pants. Behind him was a boy who wore an even brighter orange jacket with a hood that covered everything but his eyes. He wore matching orange pants. The last boy had on a blue hat with a red puff and matching rim. He wore an orange leather jacket with a pair of blue pants. The fat one was smirking at me and I wanted to kick his ass on sight.
"Alright, Craig why don't you tell the class about yourself. Like where you're from." Mr. Garrison was talking to Craig as if he was slow. Craig looked at Mr. Garrison, surpassing the urge to stick out his fuck you finger.
"My name is Craig Tucker. I used to live in Denver until a couple days ago when my Dad got a new job here in South Park and we had to move," Craig said in his normally stoic voice. He looked up at Mr. Garrison again. "Can I sit down now?"
"Sure, Craig. Everybody be nice to Craig, it's his first day," Mr. Garrison said as Craig walked over to his new desk, taking off his backpack and placing it on the side. Mr. Garrison walked over to the board and started writing on it. "Now yesterday we were talking about…"
Craig was reaching in his back for a notebook when he felt somebody tap him upside the head with the corner of a piece of paper. Craig looked up and glared at the culprit. He had spiky, blonde hair and wore a blue jacket and dark green pants. He had a worried look on his face as if Craig was going to hit him. Craig sighed as he held out his hand, waiting for the blonde to drop it in hand. When he felt the paper drop, Craig held it in his hand until he got out his notebook and pencil and looked up to where Mr. Garrison was teaching math. Craig hated math.
Craig opened the note, glad that he was sitting behind a boy with brown hair. He was wearing a red jacket and blue pants. Craig opened the note.
-Come meet us during recess, Kyle.
Craig looked around to see who Kyle was, and his eyes stopped at the boy with the bright green hat. The boy named Kyle gave a small wave and smiled, along with the boy with the blue hat that had the red rim and puff.
"That's Stan and Kyle," the spiky whispered to me. Craig looked at him. "They're good fellas, so's Kenny. He's the boy with the orange parka. The one with the red jacket is Cartman, he's my best buddy."
"Shut the fuck up, Butters," the boy named Cartman said, rolling his eyes.
"Cartman, don't be mean to Butters," the one named Kyle said, almost shrieking.
"Fuck off, Jewrat."
"Don't call me a Jewrat, fat ass!"
"Don't call me fat, you filthy fucking Jew!"
"Don't belittle my people, asshole!"
"Will you two just shut the fuck up for once?" Mr. Garrison said turning around towards them. Craig was momentarily shocked about how quickly that escalated, did they always do that? And if they did, then why were they still friends?
Time: 12:15 PM
After lunch, all the kids headed outside to the playground. When he got outside, Craig zipped up his blue coat and made sure his blue hat was placed firmly on his head, he hated the cold. It was never this cold in Denver. He looked around for those four boys, but he wondered why. After this morning, he was questioning if he really wanted to meet them. He didn't meet anybody else, he wasn't the type to approach people. Craig liked being alone, he was alone while he was in Denver. Against his best wishes, he walked over to where the boy named Kyle told him to meet them.
It was the area behind two learning trailers not that far from the playground. As he kept walking, Craig kept wondering what would happen if he just turned back to the playground. But he didn't. When he reached them, they had a small setup area in one of the empty trailers. It was like a clubhouse of sorts. Craig walked up the three steps and knocked on the door. Craig placed his hands in his jacket as the door opened and the boy named Stan was on the other side.
"Hey, New Kid. Come in," Stan instructed him. Craig followed him inside the clubhouse. There wasn't anything special about it, it was just an abandoned trailer with pictures of Terrance and Philip. Somehow, they managed to get a heater in there meaning one of them probably snuck back after school hours. Craig placed his money on the fat one.
"Welcome to our clubhouse, New Kid," the one named Cartman said. "We would like to make a proposition."
"I don't know any of you," Craig stated.
"I'm Stan, that's Kyle. The one looking at the porn magazines is Kenny, and the fat one's Cartman," Stan said.
"Ay! I'm not fat, just big-boned," Cartman said. "My Mom said so."
Your mother's a liar, Craig thought.
"So do you want to join our group, we're looking for a fifth member," Kyle said. "Plus if you hang out with us, you're automatically cool." Craig didn't mind being somewhat friends with Stan, Kyle, and Kenny, but there was no way he was going to get along with Cartman. Something about Cartman made Craig hate him, maybe it was because he was obnoxious and racist.
"No thank you," Craig stated. Craig was about to leave, but Stan grabbed his arm.
"Why not?" Stan asked.
"Because I don't to be friends with an obnoxious fatass like him. The fact that you're willing to hang out with him after he 'belittled' your people this morning amuses me. So thanks for the offer, but no thanks." Craig walked out the room, leaving the other four in shock. Craig had no interest in being cool anyway, if cool meant hanging out with somebody like Cartman, he wanted no part in it.
Time: 3:30 PM
Damn locker, Craig thought at the end of the day. He had put the combination in three times, but it felt like something was stuck to it. He had twenty minutes to get home, he wanted to be there in time for Red Racer. He found the station for it yesterday while he was helping his Mom unpack the living room.
"Hey, do you need any help?" Craig looked up at the sound of his voice. It was the black kid from his class. He had black hair and he wore a purple sweater with a yellow T in the front of it. Beside him stood the boy with the brown hair and red jacket. Craig nodded as the black kid slammed his left shoulder towards his locker. The kid moved back, signaling Craig to try it again. When Craig opened the locker, it opened with no hassle. "They normally get stuck like that because of the cold."
"Thanks," Craig said. He got his yellow gloves and put some of his books inside. He had Math and English homework, but he planned on doing that after Red Racer went off. "I'm Craig."
"I'm Token, this is Clyde." The brunette waved. "Your apart of Stan's Gang right?"
"No, I don't want to hang out with that fatass," Craig stated as he closed the locker. He put his yellow gloves back on, no way in hell was he getting frostbite because of this fucking weather. The brunette laughed.
"Do you want to come and hang out with us? We're going to my house," Token said.
"Nah, I'm supposed to go straight home until I get used to the area," Craig said.
"I can give you a ride, my limo's out front."
"Token's super rich," Clyde piped up. Craig looked at Token, who nodded. If Craig hadn't saw the huge, black limo pull out in front of the school, then he wouldn't have believed it.
"So do you want a ride or not?" Token asked Craig.
"No, thank you. I don't mind walking," Craig said. "See you tomorrow." Clyde and Token waved bye as they got inside the limo. As he walked home, Craig cursed himself as he walked home. He should have gotten in the damn limo.
A/N: That's the first chapter! I hope you all liked it, I'll introduce Tweek in the next chapter! Please read and review!