You know that moment when you fall in love with the person you've hated since you were 9? Yeah. Well. That's me. Maybe if I wasn't addicted to getting high all the time this wouldn't have happened. Fuck. My. Life.

It all started when I was getting high with Stan. We were dating at that time, nothing too serious. Never said I love you. It was basically just sex, drugs, and alcohol. No time for lovey-dovey shit. We were both fine with that.

"Ya know, dude," Stan started. "We should...heh...we should like...go bother someone."

"...Who." I muttered, taking a drag of the rolled up weed in between my fingers.

"Who's fun to annoy?" He took a long drag of his as well.

"Fatass." I chuckled.

Stan nodded, grinning stupidly. The weed was definitely starting to get to him. It usually takes me a while to get totally loopy and carefree. I took the dope with me as we left for Cartman's place.

Driving while high is probably the funnest thing I've ever experienced. Especially when Stan's the one doing it. He swirved and looped and did every driving trick known to man. (and several known to dolphins. Heh..) Funny thing is, we never got stopped. Fucking Barbrady's the most small-minded policeman ever to exist. For that, I approve.

We eventually arrived at Cartman's place, Stan honking the horn repeatedly until the door opened, revealing the overweight teen.

"The fuck is wrong with you two?" Cartman shouted. I stuck my middle finger up at him through the open window of the car and grinned. Stan just honked a few more times, laughing like some idiot. Course, he was an idiot anyway. Especially stoned.

Cartman stormed over to my side of the car, surprisingly not causing an earthquake. I shoved the tip of the rolled up weed in between my lips, inhaling it as he was doing so.

"Are you assholes high? Again?"

Stan giggled as his torso fell over and on my lap. "Maaayyybeee." He giggled again. I snorted and rolled my eyes.

"Jesus. When was the last time I saw you jackasses with a clear head?" He pointed a finger at me. "Especially you, Craig. I don't think I've ever seen you not high or drunk within the last year."

I shot a glare at him. "Oh come oooon, Mom. Not like you care." I flipped him off again.

"You flip me off one more time, and I'll tear that fuckin' finger right off that bony hand of yours."

"Mmm, Whatever." I stuck my tongue out at him. Stan giggled again. I looked down at him. "Dude, Shut up." He propped himself up and licked my chin. I felt my face turn red, so I put the weed down in the ash tray of the car and craned my neck down, touching my tongue to his. Soon enough, we were making out.

"You guys make me sick." Cartman interjected. Both me and Stan looked up at him. I smirked. "Wanna join in on the fuuun?"

He scowled. "Tch. Like I would want to join a makeout session with you two faggots."

I opened the car door and squirmed out from under Stan, standing up before the brunette. "Fine. Then it'll be just us then~." I tackled Cartman to the ground before he could respond, crushing my lips to his.