Hey guys! This is my first story on this site, but trust me, I'm pretty sure it won't be that bad. This is a Creek thing. I love that pairing so much. I thought I would make Tweek the new kid as oppose to Craig, because...I dunno, I feel like it. Oh, and if you think I own South Park and the characters and stuff, you have issues. Enjoy the chapter!

-M

I really didn't want to move to this place. I'm a nervous wreck already—a full-blown coffee addict, devoid of any attention from pretty much anyone, since my parents are always working. For months, I've longed to be smiled at, or hugged, loved, or even just acknowledged. I can't even get my say in moving—our coffee shop closed and the only thing we can do is move and try to make it in another location.

I wish my parents got PhDs so they wouldn't have to pay the bills through a fucking coffee shop.

Anyway, my first day of school in South Park is approaching, and, as usual, I get nervous. This town is known for its crazy educational system, and even crazier townspeople. My parents know I'm gonna go nuts—why the hell would they move me here? I'm going to stick out like a sore thumb, I just know it. People are going to call me names—Spazzo, Twitchy. The worst one, though, is Tweek the Coffee Freak. Yeah, it's catchy, but it hurts sometimes. People are going to hate me, I just know it.

Here I go. It's time to go to school. I've been up all night, looking over the school's handbook and my new schedule. By the time morning comes, I'm a total fucking mess. My eyes have dark eggplant circles beneath them, and the green in them is a pale vomit color. If what I look like makes me sick to my stomach, just imagine what the other kids will think! I tug my hair nervously, my hands shaking to grab my hairbrush and attempt to tame the bale of hay on my head that is my "glorious mane" or whatever the fuck they call it.

My coffee tastes gross today, and I let out a groan, even though I know no one can hear me. Mom is probably at work already, and Dad is probably on his lazy ass, asleep. Sometimes I wonder if they know that they even have a son, and he needs a little help right now. I frown at the thought and finish my coffee, only to pour more of it into a thermos for later. I slip the thermos into my pre-packed backpack, and zip it up.

Here goes nothing...

The school smells faintly of something burning as I walk into it. My senses are pretty sharp—I always need to be prepared, just in case the Gnomes ever declare war on humankind. I know I'm being ridiculous, but I can't stop. I keep thinking about gnomes as I find my locker

1261. This one's it. I put in my combination, and tug. It doesn't open. Dammit, my hands must be shaking and I don't even know it. I try again, and again, and again.

"What the fuck is wrong with this thing?" I mutter, frustrated.

"What're you doing?" A voice behind me makes me jump and turn around, jolted. Looming over me is a huge boy with hair so black it looked blue and grey eyes that make me twitch with discomfort. He's so gorgeous, it's intimidating. I cower against the still-closed piece of shit that is the locker.

"T-Trying to open my locker." I mumble, mesmerized by his icy gaze.

"No." he says flatly. "That's my locker. THIS is your locker." he motions to the one next to him. Locker 1263.

I fumble for my schedule. Sure enough, he's right. I feel myself turn a shade of red that's so dark it's probably not even red anymore.

"Oh...ngh—sorry..." I whisper, turning to get away from the six-foot-six giant that's scaring the living shit out of me. I do the combination. It opens with ease. Shaking slightly, I unload all my stuff into the small space when I hear the giant talk again.

"So...are you the new kid here?" he asks awkwardly. He doesn't seem like the type to make conversation.

"Y-Yes. M-my parents made me."

"Oh." he mumbles, grabbing his stuff and slamming the locker shut. "Wait, what's your name, dude?"

"Tw-Tweek." I say, embarassed. I feel like everything about me to him is disappointing.

"Cool. Well, I'm Craig. I guess I'll see you around." he nods his head and I mimic him as he leaves, towering over the other students.

"Oh, and, hey, new kid." he turns to look at me over his shoulder. I twitch in response.

"Ever tried decaf?" he asks, smiling.

It may have been the dim lighting of the school hallways, but I thought I saw him wink.

Tadaa!

Yeah, I write short chapters...sorry. So yeah, review and tell me what you think, and what should happen! I must admit, I kinda pulled this out of my ass just to get a story on here. I'm gonna spend tomorrow thinking about what direction I want to take and stuff. But I will try to incorporate some other, minor pairings, too. Okay, bye awesome people!

-M