Characters are a bit OOC. Written in Tweek's point of view. This story is based on real life, but crossed-over to fit South Park. This is my first story on Fanfiction. Suggestions, commentary, etc. are welcomed!

Pairings: Creek (CraigxTweek-Main), Buttman (CartmanxButters), Style (StanxKyle)

Metions of: Tweeny (KennyxTweek), Craigx?, Crab (CraigxBebe), etc.

Raiting: T (language)

Song: I Don't Care -2NE1

"Be yourself, everyone else is taken" -Oscar Wilde

It's not something I thought about too often. More like a wondering thought that would be brought up by people around me or by media, television, computers, etcetera. My attitude made it seem as though it was never an occurring thought to me. Plus I never gave an ignite idea of how I felt about the subject. No one ever asked me, I gave no purpose to be asked.

Okay, that was a lie. People did get curious and asked me. But as always I nonchalantly waved it off as though I had no wavering thoughts on the subject.

In other words; I lied.

I did think about it. Granted, not as much as normal people do, but I did. I am human after all, but unlike others I did not give in to human desire. Sure I was interested at times, but it was more of a passing feeling that went away with time. The reason I paid no mind to it was because I made a promise Freshman year to my mom not to do it until high school graduation is over. And no you perverts out there I did not mean that sexually. Just going on with my life and didn't think about it twenty-four seven really can leave you time to think. My mind wanders of enough as it is, don't need more distraction, thank you very much.

That was until I reached the age of seventeen.

I don't remember if it was the middle of the first semester or the almost end of the first semester my senior year, but either way it happened. This time when the enigma entered my mind I paid no attention to it what-so-ever, while the people around me seemed to fall down like flies.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, I was talking about a guy.

Some, I quote, "God-damn-drop-dead-gorgeous-guy" who everyone else seem to find attractive and drop like flies just by being around his mere presence.

Upon entering the class the more popular girls, went to him like gum on a shoe. Granted this was Choir class so there was more girls then guys. Oh, by the way, my names Tweek Tweak, one of the few guys in here, obsessed coffee addict, crazy-weirdo who can't stop shaking all the time, etcetera guy, but that's another story for another time.

Everybody attempted to talk to the guy to make friends, make him feel welcomed and all. Most, if not all, the girls attempted flirting with him (which was funny to watch) or get on his good side at least to attempt to get to know him or for him to like them. What can they say? There all teenage-crazy-hormone-girls and upon entering what they see as eye candy, the all go goo-goo-gaga!

Anyway, after most of class had gone up to him to attempt "friendship," he seemed to find more comforting to stay to himself and keep texting whoever he was texting on his self phone. Though my friends did not seem to get the message and as I saw Clyde and even Red go up to him as like they were waiting their turn. I'm pretty sure Clyde liked him, but what shocked me was seeing a tint of red on Red's face. Timmy, on my right didn't really seem to give a damn or he just hasn't noticed yet as he continued talking to Wendy. Though Wendy still seem to have a hard time understanding him.

Clyde called me over to go to him, to meet the new kid. So I did. I always love meeting the new kids. Hey, there new, lonely, and probably crapping their pants for being somewhere new and knowing no one. They all deserve at least one friend! If they wanted to by my friend, I'll accept you no matter who you are, what you like or how you look like. One of the reasons I had so many friends.

"Tweek! Tweek! This is Craig!" I glanced at his sparkly eyes and new immediately he had the hots for this guy. Jesus, not another one. But he usually has the hots for a lot of guys so not really a big thing.

Just as he was about to say something else, he was called over by the teacher leaving me alone with new kid. I graced a smile on my face and looked to the guy twitching my eyes a couple times as I got a good look of him. Straight jet black hair styled short only reaching his neck, bangs on his forehead almost covering his eyes, on top of that was placed a blue chullo with a yellow puff on top and on the end of two string dangling down on either side of shoulders blades, dark black eyes covered by a pair of big nerdy glasses (the one that usually all the famous jock type people wear) that seem to suit him. Black overcoat, with black/blue skinny jeans, blue converse, and a frown adorning his face, overall he seemed like normal guy that had a thing for black and blue. Don't really see what everyone was obsessing about, but whatever. With my second to stare at him, I realized I still haven't said anything to him.

"Hi, my names –ack- Tweek Tweak! Do you like nngh coffee?" What? It's the first thing I can think of and I always go with the first thing that comes to mind.

"Yeah." He reply was nasally and kind of defensive too, but that's not surprising as he's new, but hearing that put an instant sparkle in my eyes. Like I said obsessed coffee freak.

"R-really? Gah! W-what kind?" I probably sound over excited but I am. "Hazelnut, Ch-chocolate, nngh Vanillaaaaaaaack!" Someone pulled me away from my nerdy coffee rant by the arm. I looked at the person who tugged me a few feet away to see it was-God what's he's name? Damn memory and forgetting peoples names. I know you told me, uh Dougie! No. Uh, Ike! Wait that's Kyle brother (does he even go to this school?). I snapped out of my train of jumbling thoughts when what's-his-name finally spoke up.

"Tweek, I think its best you stop bothering Craig." He said it a little edgy, which is weird since he's always so sweet and all, but I figured he probably had a crush on the man. He was openly gay after all. I looked back to our latest new kid already seeing him distracted by Bebe and some other chick. Seeing as he was already preoccupied and seem to have no chance being lonely I shrugged and told him ok, before walking back to my seat still shaking. He had friends, so he's ok so I no longer need to worry about him having no friends, I return to my seat across the room. Taking my thermos from the ground next to my backpack as I seem to feel low on my caffeine fix, I took a big gulp of coffee. Mm, cinnamon flavored. Note to self, thank mom when she gets home.

I started talking to Red, Timmy, and Wendy, seeing as Clyde was still trying to get her own time with the new kid again.

When Mr. Adler finally got his lazy-butt up of his office and into the actual choir room, he called us over to our three row mobile stage to set down to discuss what we should practice for the upcoming concert in a couple months. Only half the class actually discussed the issue. The rest—mainly being the girls—were still giggling about how hot the new kid was. Really? Jesus man, he's not a supermodel he's a flippin' human being! Though curiosity did get the best of me, so seeing a Lola and Bebe were right next to me on the floor, I just had to ask.

"Are you serious? Just look at him! He's SO fuckin' hot!" Way to be subtitle and quiet Bebe.

"I totally want him tonight for dessert!" As soon as Lola said that they went in a fit of giggles. I just gave them a twitch before returning my attention back to the front of the class.

They both starting giggling louder though, catching the attention of the Mr. Adler, who told both of them to stop their trouble making and pay attention.

When he finally go the class to settle down, we got in our positions placing Alto on the right side of the stage and Soprano on the left side. Guys went in the middle, since the teacher said our voices were more monotone and stuff. We each held a pamphlet of the song "Jingle Bells" and began to sing.

You ask how a guy who stutters random noises and shakes like crazy can possibly sound in choir class. Well to tell you the truth, not that bad at all. I'm actually a really good singer. I don't stutter as much as I did when I was a little kid, plus I'm not that shy (only at times), and I actually practice. When I was little I would sing and they would always told me sounded I sounded like crap. My family was very forward with me most if not at all times, but after years of practicing and teaching myself, I learned. Only a few people know, but they say I'm really good, even though I think I'm just okay.

We only get half way through the song when the Mr. Adler notices some of the students have decided to sit down and not sing.

Here we go again.

Our class always bickers and fights, no matter what. It just seems that ¾ of the class just hates each other or Mr. Adler and simply refuses to get along. The rest, like myself, just want to sing and are more or so, annoyed but kind of used to the whole ordeal by know. Some of the students want to transfer out of this class (which I pray to God they would already), but apparently the counselor won't let them (stupid Government). The bickering routinely goes on until the bell rings.

I go back to wear I left my stuff picking up shoulder bag first. I position it so it hits my butt when I walk, grab my thermos, lunch bag, scarf, gloves, and start heading towards the door.

As I leave I try to place my gloves on hands and don't notice someone besides me, until I bump into their shoulder. I quickly get my gloves completely on as well as my scarf, before looking up only to remember we have a new kid. I apologize pausing to him try to remember his name. He doesn't say anything as a scramble my brain. He just stares at me a moment longer before continuing to walk outside with the rest of the class into the cold.