I just thought randomly it might work.. Like I say pleaase no hate lol.. I'm a noob to the whole FF thing and still working it all out lol..
Well hope you enjoy my friends,
South Park belongs to Matt Stone and Trey Parker, the show is the property of Comedy Central and Matt n Trey. Bewitched is the product of Sol Saks and ABC Television. All rights belong to ABC television, William Asher and the estate of Elizabeth Montgomery.
(If i did own those shows I would not be on this website lol) If you have any ideas, comments or probs with the fic please let me know.. I am willing to make any changes lol. Basically to give you a rundown of this fic.. It's a modern SPy re-imagining of Bewitched, with Tweek in the role of Sam and Craig as Darrin.. But let's just say South Park is way more intimidating than 1164 Morning Glory Circle! And what about the other kids? Nosy neighbours and crazy parents? Needless to say it's gonna be one hell of a ride.
Enjoy guys! :)
Sally
Craig's POV:
My name is Craig Tucker i'm 12 years old and i'm not all that interesting .. I live a pretty boring life. There isn't much to do in South Park except making prank calls, annoying the parents (Real easy by the way), hanging out at Stark's pond, or getting involved in one of Cartman's crazy schemes.
Needless to say the latter is an option which is completely unavoidable.. Only last week Cartman made fun of Miley Cyrus on youtube and she nearly destroyed the town with her collosall tongue and bad taste.. Luckily the government was around and as it now happens Miley is now in the state asylum. It was the day after Christmas that year that i decided to go for a walk. December 26th 2013 as i remember. I was just analying my life within my head. I suppose i've got a pretty secure family unit. My mom Tara is a housewife and cleans up after my dad's misfortune daily.. She's 36 but looks closer to 70 due to her depressing life. My dad, Thomas is an alcoholic. And I dont mean he has a few beers to drown his sorrows. Like how that guy hasn't died of alcohol poisoning yet i dont know.. My sister Ruby is a few years younger than me and she's okay I guess. Yeah she wants to marry all the One Direction boys but hey chicks are crazy right. What else coud i say about my life? I'm one of the quiet kids. I only really speak up when it's to do with someone else's misfortune. Like say if Butters fell off his chair then yeah i would probably laugh. But when Mr Garrison our crazy teacher sticks on one of his chick flicks then let's just say I sat there bored as shit. I mean i've had a pretty un-eventful life.. Yeah a few years back i discovered i was a South American deity but apart from that yeah, Not much for ol' Craig Tucker.
I've got some good friends I guess. Clyde, Token and Jimmy are always looking out for my best interests. Clyde is the joker of the group; all you gotta do is imagine Chandler Bing off Friends and you got Clyde in a nutshell. Token he's more of the sensible voice of reason within the group, Kinda like Kyle Broflovski but nowhere near as annoying. Jimmy, well Jimmy likes to think he's a born comedian with a real talent but yeaah- nuf said. And then there was Tweek Tweak.. Not really my friend but not really my enemy either.
He was one of those kids who sat all alone at recess and really didnt seem to give a shit. Back in 3rd and 4th grade we were kinda close.. But needless to say over time the two of us drifted. I got more interested in doing my own thing and Tweek well; I dont know what the hell he is doing right now.. He just kinda sits there and his thermos never empties.
When Chef was still alive he would give Tweek all the coffee he could drink, But now we got Mrs Johnson as our lunch lady and as I can remember her saying "Kid's drinking coffee? I blame that harlot Madonna." How the hell an old hoe from the 80s is stil relevant I dont know but yeah you catch my drift.
"Craig! Dude! Are you just gonna sit there quietly.. It's kinda awkward." Clyde interjected, disturbing me from my thoughts. "Hey C i just need a bit of time man.. Dad had a bit of a Smirnoff drinking contest and my head is still aching from the noise." I muttered without interest. "Well c-c-craig.. S-s-surely you could just t-t-talk to your old man very much." Jimmy added. "Naah guys I'm just gonna go for a walk." I yawned. I got up from the table leaving my aqquaintances sat there without a clue as to my intentions..
I was gonna go and meet Kenny McCormick and go smoke. Yeaah i'm 12 and I smoke. Who the fuck are you? George Bush?
Kenny was sat on the dumpster smoking his cigs, that kid seriously did not have a care in the world. "Tucker ya fucker!" He shouted, obviously taking pride in how my surname and the above obscenity rhymed. "Kenny!" I cried back, trying to seem more casual than I felt at that moment. The hoodie clad boy was obviously not too pleased to see me. "Craig you are such a pussy man." He said lamely.. Usually I would kick someone's ass for saying that; But Kenny is lucky to be immortal so there is really no point. "What? Why am I a pussy?" I said, pretending I was actually interested.
"Because it's pretty obvious you wanna get your dick and put it inside blondie over there." He laughed, pointing to Tweek who was talking to the fat goth chick Henrietta.
"Haha you're mad Ken.. Craig Tucker aint no fag." I laughed, although I knew deep down i was obsessed with Tweek. "Prove it.. Go over and talk to him.. And if you come back here with no hickeys I will seriously rest my case." He ordered.
Kenny can be such a temperemental prick when he wants to be. "Fine i'll go talk to him! You'll see I aint queer McCormick." I muttered. I was actually real nervous though. The last time me and Tweek talked we were both 9 years old, and now we were both nearly 13 so yeahh. 4 years can change a lot, well that's what Sharon Marsh, Stan's mom always says when she comes to my Mom's book club thing.
I made my approach slowly, I pretended I was going off to face a huge peril, sorta like that Jennifer Lawrence chick, cause i mean come on dudes she's hot! I could hear Tweek talking to those faggy goth kids as i got closer. "Y-yeah! I don't know man! I've heard it's real scary!" He gasped. "Naah dude. that movie just soo epitomizes our life." Henrietta mumbled. I was now starting to realise how freaking nervous i was.. Here was a kid I hadn't talked to for years.. "Umm hi Tweek.. You guys mind if i borrow him a minute?" I interjected into their conversation. Tweek looked up and wow. I'd forgotten how green those eyes were. "Sure you conformists can go and buy yourselves a Corvette.. fucking conformists." The smallest goth mumbled. Tweek got up and wiped the snow off the back of his jeans.. Seriously his parents need to buy him clothes that fit; like i'm sure Syrian kids have better clothes than Tweek.
"What do you want Craig? GAAH! You're not here to hit me are you?" He asked nervously. I didn't know how to reply. We came to know each other because we had numerous broken bones, Thanks to that cunt Stan Marsh of course but yeah.. I thought over what i wanted to say in my head in a Peter Griffin esque fashion.
"Well I was thinking maybe you could come round my house tonight?" I asked slowly. I turned my back to see that Kenny was gone; damn he's a crafty bastard i'll give him that.
"OHH GOD! u-uum.. Okayy so long as you promise not to kill me!" He yelled. All the other kids turned away from their activities to see our little conversation, god i swear a goat eating could interest some of the kids in this town. "I wont kill ya Tweekers.. If anything my Dad will kill you because he's such a boring fat lout." I said truthfully. "Uhh.. o-o-okayy. Well i'll be round at half seven then." He whispered. He quickly ran off not waiting for my reply.. I just sat there in the haze. Snow, dead trees and broken lives was all I could see. If this town isn't cursed then Barbara Walters is under 50 is all i can say.
A:N/ End of chapter 1! Yaay.. Sorry it was a bit too introductory but I hope it started it off Nice! Is Tweek gonna just let Craig back into his life? you'll have to read chapter two and find out lol.
Lots of love, Sally