IMPORTANT! (January 11th, 2018): I chose a new photo for my cover, and it is not mine! I found it online but found out it belongs to a tumblr user named beansofyuki! I just want to give credit where credit is due, and now to the story!

Chapter 1: The Party of the Century

Craig's POV

The smell of smoke and sex filled the room as well as my lungs, suffocating me in the moment. The party going on at Token's sure was wild and crazy tonight, especially since he was able to afford so much. There were Hookahs on tables that were surrounded by chairs everywhere in his basement, as well as a fully stocked bar with a paid bartender, thanks to his parents. I don't understand why his parents would let him have all this on his 18th birthday, but honestly, I didn't question it. His parents were rich and almost never home, meaning he could do whatever he wanted most of the time. Since I was one of his best friends I also got to partake in doing whatever he wanted with him, so no complaints here.

I sat down on one of the multiple couches scattered around, looking down at the drink the bartender gave me. I didn't really care what I got, as long as it fucked me up. That's exactly what I said to him. He filled my drink with a few random somethings and handed it to me with a large grin. I bet he's getting ready to watch me make an ass of myself, something I'm hoping not to do tonight. I took a swig and felt the cold liquid rush down my throat in a hurry, burning each in as it went. The mystery concoction tasted like whiskey and coke, and I shivered at the strength of the drink. How could a simple whiskey and coke feel like drinking rubbing alcohol? Looking back up at the party, teenagers were having the time of their lives left and right. Girls dressed up in tube tops and mini skirts grinding up on guys while they grabbed their hips to the music. It grossed me out a bit, just watching them have almost sex on the dance floor. That should be something done in private, but I can't control anyone's lives. Instead, I can drink enough not to care.

Clyde whirled in and sat on the other side of the couch, pulling a barely dressed Bebe into his lap and kissing her sloppily. When he looked over and saw me watching them, he was quick to push her onto the floor. Luckily, she was too drunk to care and laughed it off.

"Hey baby, mind getting me another drink?" He asked her, slurring his words slightly.

"Sure!" She grinned, walking past me. "Hiya Craig." She cooed seductively.

"Hey, Bebe." I took another swig of my drink as she walked to the bar.

"Craig! My man!" Clyde scooted closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Isn't this party killer?!" He yelled in my ear above the loud techno music.

"Dude, you're right next to me. Yeah, this party is pretty….something."

"Yeah! Hey, why aren't you up there dancing with someone? I know at least a dozen girls who would cream their pants if you asked them to dance!"

"Please, don't say that. I'm not really one for dancing anyways."

"Dude common! Everyone is dancing with someone! Even Jimmy is!" I looked over a Jimmy, dancing with his crutches and a girl whose face was unfamiliar. Considering this was the tiny mountain town of South Park, not knowing someone was a rarity.

"Wait, who is Jimmy dancing with?" I asked suspiciously.

"I'm not sure, I think she might be a hooker."

"Wait, Token has hookers at this party?!"

"Token has everything at this party!"

"Look Clyde, I'm just here in support of Token. Where is he anyway?" I hadn't seen him since the party started, after I helped him set this whole place up.

"I'm pretty sure he's been dancing with Nicole all night." Clyde gave me a coy grin and a signature eyebrow raise. Nicole was Token's girlfriend of five years, and when they were together we couldn't pull them apart for a second.

"Why does that not surprise me?" I went to go take another swig of my drink when Clyde grabbed it from my hand and dumped the whole thing down my throat.

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" He yelled as he held the cup vertically. My body wasn't ready to consume that much alcohol that quickly, which caused me to cough and gag once it was down in my system.

"Clyde what the fuck!" I showed him my favorite middle finger, and he just proceeded to laugh at me.

"Craig man, you need to lighten up! It's a party after all!" He stood up and pulled me up by the elbow. "Now common, let's get you someone to dance with!" I found myself being dragged around by the brown-haired boy in his football jacket with determination. I wasn't sure where we were going until I found us standing next to a half-dressed whore with flowing red hair. Of course, Clyde would bring me to Red. "Hey Red!" He tapped on her shoulder, and she turned around to face us. Her heels made her as tall as I was at 6'3. She was wearing enough makeup to look like a hooker, with an outfit to match. "Craig wants to dance with you!" She didn't waste any time grabbing my hand and pulling me on the dance floor, and I gave Clyde a glare and a middle finger. I didn't really know what I was doing, so I was letting the alcohol take its course. I began moving my hips and swaying my arms, but that didn't seem like enough for Red. She forcibly grabbed my hands and put them on her hips, and pulled herself closer. I could smell the cheap vodka on her breath, and see her eyes glazed over from alcohol and lust. I never really liked Red, even though I knew she had a big crush on me. She wasn't the only one in this small town that was like her, almost every single girl wanted to get with me and I knew it. They would whisper about it in the halls at school, ask their friends in a relationship to ask me who I liked, or just straight up ask me out themselves. I have to admire the bravery, but it doesn't change my opinion. I didn't want to be with any of them though, I was saving myself for someone special. I didn't know who they were yet, but I knew I would know when I needed to.

"I'm sorry Red, I need some air." I quickly pulled my hands off of her and bolted up the staircase. I couldn't dance with a girl I didn't have the hots for, especially one that all I could think when I saw her was she needed more clothing. I went out the back door to the furnished patio and inhaled some of the chilled night skies. Even though summer just began, it was still winter weather after dark. I looked around and saw one person sitting on the edge of the deck staring into the abyss of darkness. His golden hair was glowing under the outdoor patio light, and although I could only see his back facing me I knew exactly who it was. "Tweek?"

The blond boy jumped out of his skin and turned around. Geez, I didn't mean to give him a heart attack. He turned to face me, his large blue eyes staring into my soul. His chest filling and expanding rapidly as he analyzed who I was. "C-Craig? I didn't….I didn't r-recognize you without your hat on." Wait, what? Shit, where did my hat go? I never go anywhere without it, and I know I brought it to the party. I wouldn't be surprised if Red snatched it off my head as I ran out the door.

"I must have dropped it somewhere." I tried to play it off cool. "Mind if I sit down?"

"Yeah, s-sure." He continued to look directly ahead as I sat next to him, dangling my feet off the edge of the porch.

"I just needed some fresh air, you know? It's super stuffy down in that basement."

"Well y-yeah, there's too many p-p-people down there. You c-could brush up against some...someone and get a disease!" Woah, this kid was paranoid. I had never really had a long conversation with him, it was mostly small talk whenever he hung out with my friend group. Jimmy or Clyde would normally invite him to sit with us at lunch, and I wouldn't talk to him all that much. It's not that I never really wanted to, but I was always in a conversation with Clyde or Token and couldn't figure out how to include Tweek.

"I sure hope not, or else I've probably gotten many diseases tonight!" I laughed, but the small boy scooted further away from me. "Tweak, that was a joke."

"S-sorry C-Craig….I thought you were being s-serious!"

"I was trying to lighten things up." I could feel the alcohol kicking in, and my head starting to get light. "Why don't we talk more Tweek?"

"I don't….I don't know C-Craig. I g-guess I'm just…..I'm just nervous...that's all."

"Nervous about what? That we'll fight again like we did in third grade?" I giggled again, remember back when we were eight. Cartman, Kyle, and Stan had us fight against each other just because they could. Neither of us really knew how to fight though, so I got sumo lessons from Cartman and Tweek got boxing lessons from Kyle and Stan. It was a pretty funny fight looking back on it now, even though it landed us both in the hospital.

"Y-you remember t-that?"

"Of course I remember that. It was a silly fight looking back on it now. I always did think you looked cute in those boxing shorts though." Shit, I shouldn't have said that.