Okay. I have some dire news. My friend has decided to write my OC story, she decided to take the story and write the chapters on her own and since I have already been let out of school already, I had nothing to do and playing Pokémon wasn't my top thing to do at the time,

so I was bored and decided to write a fic, chapter three of the OC story should be sent in around Saturday.. Man I was about to write it when she texted me saying that she'll write the story. She better not change the goddamn plot. :|

Anyways this story will be a continued story. Since I have nothing to do and I need to make a quick trip to by batteries for my Gameboy Color.

Whatever. This South Park story is a slash as always, with somewhat of a unique plot. Joking. :))

Summary: In South Park, things have changed. You can no longer decided who you're gonna date, that's the mayor's decision. Seventeen year old Craig Tucker has decided to finally choose a person to the homecoming dance, but when he is paired with no other than Tweek Tweak. He wonders if the mayor choosing him will be a regret or something amazing to experience. Creek, Style, Bunny.

Parings: Craig/Tweek, Stan/Kyle (explicit), Kenny/Butters (Implied)

Enjoy~

Chapter One: Wanting to fall in love.

"Have you decided yet?"

"Not really. I don't even think I want to go."

"But why? It's the Homecoming dance!"

"I just don't. Plus dances aren't really my thing." He answered flatly.

"Dude seriously c'mon. I've already got my date and so has Token. Right dude?"

"Yep, she picked Wendy."

"Wendy?" He asked, slightly shocked. It's surprising that he was chosen with Wendy, I thought she would have picked Stan and Wendy since they have been dating for five years. To think the longest couple would be voted to go together.. that's pretty odd.

"Yeah I know.. but oh well, she's pretty." He answered, placing the palm on his chin, gazing at the noriette's face. Craig sighed and continued to scan the cafeteria, "If I were to go, no one here actually catches my eye."

"C'mon, someone here should be really attractive to you!" Clyde said, wrapping an arm around Craig, playfully.

"I don't think so." Craig sighed once more, pushing his bangs above his eyes, continuing to rest his chin on the cold metal of the cafeteria table.

"C'mon let's go. Let's go see her and see who she'll pick for you."

"Nah, I'm gonna pass. I'm going to head home and cuddle with Stripe while watching Red Racer." He exhaled, removing Clyde's arm, rising up from the table. His ashen eyes rested on his two friends, before turning away.

"Seriously Craig, you can't continue acting like a little kid." Token retorted, glancing at him, eyebrows creased. "I'm not acting like a little kid." Craig responded. His eyebrows a little narrowed.

Craig raised his middle finger and walked off, tired of hearing people talk to him about love. Love will come to him someday, he just has to wait. One day he'll meet the perfect person and smother them with an amount of affection.

He took out his phone and continued staring at the wallpaper. It was him and another guy he met at Denver. A man who he thought it was someone worth spending his time with, but in the end it was a lie. The relationship ended in disaster, something that's not important to talk about.

Craig scrolled to the pictures and clicked the right-hand button, reading the small window that popped up. "Are you sure you want to delete all fifteen pictures?" he sighed, clicking the button once more, stuffing his phone into his pocket.

He continued walking down the hall, eyes resting on the tile, blocking everyone and everything from him, that is until he bumped into someone. "Sorry for bumping into you." Craig apologized not raising his eyes to see who he accidentally bumped into. "Ngh.. it's alright. Y-you didn't see where y-you were going."

Craig sighed noticing the voice, his lifted his eyes and locked them with a shaking blonde. "Hi." He said voice full of tiredness and boredom. "Hey C-Craig"

"Hi Tweek." Craig looked at him, expression staying left with no emotion. Tweek stiffened at his emotionless self. Feeling a little apprehensive, Tweek could feel sweat trickle down his forehead, feeling uneasy from Craig's impassive stare. "So C-Craig.. h-how's it going?" Tweek stammered, trying his best to get through the noriette who just kept staring at him.

"Everything's fine. Same old, same old." Craig sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "O-Oh. That's g-great." Tweek smiled crookedly before turning his attention back to him, "Gah! O-Oh a-are you going t-to the dance?"

"No."

"W-Why?"

"I don't want to go. What if the person she picks is someone terrible?"

"Ngh! I-I haven't g-gotten picked y-yet."

"You're not going?" Craig asked, "Why?"

"Ngh! I-I wanna go.. b-but I'm scared of who'll s-she'll pick" Tweek stammered.

"Me too. I don't want to her to pick someone for me; I wanna pick someone on my own." Craig said, running his fingers through his covered hair.

"I-I know." He agreed.

Craig remained silent and stared at Tweek, muting out his voice. This was a strange conversation, a conversation that Craig found odd, since him and Tweek were never really friends, so it was odd in a way. Craig raised his hand, causing Tweek to shut his mouth. Amber eyes rested on Ashen ones. "Tweek, sorry for interrupting but I really need to go. This was a great talk and I need to get home."

"B-But i-its seventh period!" Tweek stammered.

"Yes, and that's when Reed Racer is on. I have never missed an episode and I don't want to start now. Sorry for being such an asshole, but I need to get home."

"R-Right! W-Well.. I-I'll talk to you later?"

Craig paused for a moment remaining his gaze upon the shaking blonde, who held his calculus book to his chest slightly. He continued to stare at him, not a single word escaping his lips.

His fingers tightening around the strap of his bag. Tweek felt a prodigious sense of rejection. He always blamed his anxiety and paranoia for his lack of friends.

Tweek's eyes rested on the tile as his shifted his bag over his shoulder some more, continuing to hold his book tightly, having the urge to cry.

Craig straightens himself up and continues to stare at him with an introspective look, sighing, "Sure Tweek that'll be great" he forced a smile upon his face.

Tweek raised his head, eyes were already forming tears that were glistening underneath the school light, and cheeks slightly tinted pink. His lips parted forming into a smile, revealing half of his teeth. "C-Cool. See you t-then" He continued smiling and walked off to his next class.

Craig remained in the same posture for a minute, staring at the blonde walk off, before promenading out of the school. He sat in his car, hands gripping the steering wheel, eyes focused on the sliver fence. He remained silent thinking about what Token said

"Seriously Craig, you can't continue acting like a little kid."

Craig exhaled and pulled out of the school, driving faster than he intended. Luckily the only officer here was officer Barbrady and he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He parked near the sidewalk, stepping off his car Craig mindlessly walked to his front door.

He pulled off his hat and ran his fingers through is raven hair, sighing as he went to his room. He took a glimpse at the cage next to him and smiled.

Rubbing his fingers on the cold metal, Craig stuck his finger through the cage and rubbed Stripe's fur. Hearing the squeak emitting from the furry creature, made Craig's lips tug upwards. He wrapped his fingers around the creature, stroking it some more. Feeling happiness overwhelm inside of him.

Craig did have a soft spot for animals, but in no way would he want to be compared to Stan Marsh. He strongly disliked Stan, having the idea of doing all of these stupid antics would utterly annoying Craig in every way as possible.

Feeling at peace is what he decided to do best, being boring and liking things nice and simple was something he truly desired. His life repeating cycle was the same, every day, every minute, every hour.

He would wake up, take a shower, eat, get into unnecessary arguments with his sister, thus creating a family argument that Craig would not take part of.

Truth be told, Craig was growing a little bored of cycle, hoping to have something exciting to come into his life, just one little thing to make the cycle arrange in a way. A reason to go through it just to get to that part of the phase, but every day the same thing happened.

Craig felt vibration in his pants. Setting Stripe down Craig pulled out his phone and noticed two new messages. One from Clyde and one from Token. Craig sighed, opening the messages, reading them word per word.

"She picked Heidi. Well, at least she's cute right?"

"C'mon man, go to her. Maybe the person she'll pick will make your life better. Who knows maybe that person will crush you tedious cycle."

Token did have a point there. Homecoming is coming in a few days. He didn't want to go, so why should he go. Red Racer would be given on that day, and it was a new episode, he didn't bother going.

But still, him getting a date doesn't mean, he's gonna have to go. Craig sat on his bed, Stripe brushing her body against his hand. He thought 'What if she picks someone that I can't stand? Someone that is a total wreck?'

Craig sighed, getting over his paranoid thoughts. He finally decided to pay her a visit; Maybe something good will come and give him someone worth spending time with. Putting Stripe back in her cage, Craig walked downstairs grabbing his keys from the counter heading outside. He sat in the driver's seat, turning on the car.

He sat there for five minutes, constantly asking him if he should be doing this. After debating Craig drove off. Feeling a little apprehensive about the whole thing Craig, could feel perspire on his body, this is the first time he's done this, not knowing how well it'll go.

Craig parked his car, waking out, stuffing his keys into his pocket. He opened the large door, passing through a few people finally reaching her office. "Hello who are you?"

"Names Craig Tucker."

"Ah, Mister Tucker we been expecting you."

"What? You just barley met me"

"Yes but a Mister Donovan, set up a arrangement meeting."

"Damn you Clyde.."

"Yes. So have you made your decision about the dance?"

"Yes, and I'm hoping you pick someone that I won't regret taking."

"Mm, well, let's get started." She stood up from her chair, grabbing a clipboard. "Alright Craig, what would be your type?"

"My type? Umm.. that would be.. quiet, boring, smart, a lover of animals, brunette.. um an—"

"That's enough Mister Tucker."

"What? That's it?"

"Yep, and the person we chose is.."

Just as she was about to speak, someone barged in here and yelled at her. "Ngh! I-I wanna y-you to choose."

Craig turned to her, and noticed a glint in her eyes, her lips tugging upwards.

"What's your name lad?"

"Tweek Tweak" he answered, as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

"Craig. The person I have chosen is Mr. Tweak."

Craig's eyes widen in shocked, "What? Tweek, you're picking Tweek for me? Are you crazy, he isn't my type!"

"Well I just thought opposites attract" she answered simply.

Tweek stood there, face flushed, cheeks pink, words unable to escape past his lips. "Well I'm sorry Craig my decision is final, Mr. Tweek and Mr. Tucker I bid you farewell." She said, walking from her office.

Craig walked out, speechless. "C-Craig?"

Craig turned, anger in him "What do you want?"

"I-I.." Tweek stammered, no words passing his lips.

"Tweek, just because she picked you doesn't mean I have to take you."

"I-I know."

"Good." With that saying Craig walked off.

"But what if I wanted to go with you?" Tweek said.

Craig paused turning back to Tweek, "What did you say?"

"Ngh! What if I-I wanted t-to go w-with you?"

"Tweek, I'm flattered but you aren't my type."

Tweek looked down, and nodded, feeling tears trickle down his face.

Craig continued to stare at the weeping blonde, unsure of what to do. Clyde cried a couple of times, but Token was to one to help him. Feeling a little guilty, Craig rested his hands on Tweek's shoulders. "Hey, look at me."

Tweek raised his face, tears streaming down. His amber eyes shone under the sunlight. The sight made Craig's stomach tingle; he disregarded the feeling and kept grasping his shoulders. "You said, if you wanted to hang out right?"

Tweek nodded, a smile forming on his face. "Ngh, y-yeah sure"

"Alright come on let's go." Craig smiled at him. Tweek returned the gesture and followed him.

Craig felt apprehensive about something. Something that remains unknown to him, but he marginalized it and continued to tug on his hand to his car.

Hoped you enjoyed it, i know the mayor picking the person you'll date is kinda weird, but Craig and Tweek friendship wil blossom and end up in a relationship, i'm a graphic sex writer so i won't include that, the friendship progresses into a relationship and stuff. Well, just read to find out and stuff.

Alright see you read and review~! :)))