Thank you for giving my fic a chance! I will be updating once a week as I have already written a lot of this fic, warning though: it moves very slowly and is probably going to be really long BUT stick with me because I have a lot of ideas!

There will be Pete x Mike (of course), Michael x Henrietta and Firkle x Ike (because I think its cute as heck), HINTS of other ships but not in depth.

Anyway on with the story!

When he heard the shrill beeping of his alarm, Pete groaned out some profanities along the lines of 'fuck this shit bitch day' and buried his face deeper into his black silk pillow, the sound seemed to cut straight through his eardrums and pierce his brain. He groaned again knowing that he would have to get up soon so he would be ready for Michael to pick him up.

He flung his arm out and all but crushed his phone to turn his alarm off, he managed to pry his eyes open enough to see that it was now 7:06am, he sat up groggily and stretched his arms above his head earning him a satisfying pop from his spine before he crawled out of bed.

He slept in only his black boxers because the cold didn't usually bother him, however today was particularly chilly so goosebumps rose on his exposed torso and arms.

He shuffled across the hall into the bathroom and quickly turned the shower on, it wasn't long before steam filled the room and condensation appeared on the walls.

The threw his boxers into the washing basket and hopped into the shower letting out and sigh of relief as the hot water cascaded down his body relaxing his taut muscles and engulfing him in a shield, seemingly protecting him from the chill of early Colorado air.

He washed his red and black hair as fast as he could and gave his body a quick scrub before reluctantly leaving the warmth, he rubbed the excess water from his hair with a towel before wrapping it around his waist and walking back to his room.

As soon as he stepped into the arctic tundra he calls his bedroom the water residue on his body turned into an unwanted ice blanket over his pale skin.

He shivered slightly and rummaged through his drawers for something to wear, with the cold biting at him he didn't bother to look at what he chose and ended up in a black t shirt with black and white striped sleeves and some black skinny jeans which were torn multiple times at the knees.

He quickly stalked back into the bathroom and neatly applied his eyeliner and a hint of black eye shadow, due to the fact that he had been doing the same makeup routine for years he could do it in a hurry and still be neat.

He went downstairs and glanced at the clock on the wall 7:29am, Michael will be here any minute and he will be fucking pissed if I'm not ready.

He squatted on the last step to pull on his black scuffed converse, deciding that he wasn't feeling purple today, as soon as the clock hit 7:30am he heard a loud honking outside, he stood up and grabbed his messenger bag from the coat rack, it was black with faint grey outlines of feathers all over it, then he walked outside and got in Michael's pristine black herse.

"About fucking time" Michael hissed angrily, glancing into the back seat before driving forwards.

"What the fuck's up with him?" Pete asked as he turned to Firkle who was sitting beside him.

Firkle had his fringe over the side Pete was at so he couldn't see his face, he was wearing a plain black long sleeve shirt and black skinny jeans with black Doc Martins and a white belt.

Firkle turned to Pete and shrugged, "I don't know, he was like this when I got in"

They both glanced in the older curly haired boys direction but he just concentrated on the slightly icy road ahead, his brow knitted tightly and his jaw clenched, visibly tense.

I'll just stay quiet, don't want to piss him off more..

Pete leaned on his palm and stared out of the window, he watched the scenery go by in a blur then he realised someone was missing.

"Firkle where's Henrietta?" He asked the smaller boy, before the young teen could answer however, Michael all but roared "she's getting a ride with fucking conformist bitch Stan! He's only trying to fuck her because Wendy dumped his sorry ass again! Jesus..."

After the small outburst Firkle and Pete looked at each other with similar expressions of realisation on their faces.

"Oh.." Was all Pete dared to say not wanting to anger the other more, he resumed staring out of the window and soon they were at school.

Firkle nodded to them as he left to head in the direction of the middle school, Pete watched his younger companion till he turned the corner then he continued walking along side Michael.

The latter was still noticeably on edge so Pete didn't speak, they walked in silence until eventually they reached Michaels classroom, so they parted ways and Pete headed towards his own class.

As he was walking down the corridor he caught a glimpse of green, his own green eyes flickered to his right and there he saw his least favourite person, and there is a long list of people he doesn't like.

Mike Makowski. Fucking vampire conformist. Why did I have to see him now, my day was already off to a shit start.

As Pete was glaring, Mike shifted his gaze and accidentally locked eyes with the red haired goth, he froze for a second, their blue and green clashing in a tense moment before he tore his gaze away and hurriedly scurried away towards his own class.

... Was he fucking blushing?! Why the fuck did he blush? He must be sick or something, I don't fucking care. Fucking Homosforatu.

Pete made it to his class in time for the first bell and sat in his seat at the back left corner behind Kenny McCormick and next to Craig Tucker. He didn't mind his seat, he could daydream while staring out of the window because Craig and Kenny rarely bothered him unless they wanted to borrow a smoke or vice versa but that was rare as it is.

Form time was over pretty quickly and Pete's first class was english which he generally enjoyed due to him reading and writing a lot in his free time.

He sat down, slouching in his chair, and pulled out his notebook, flipping to a clean page and began sketching random things while he waited for the teacher to begin writing notes, however the only thing she wrote on the whiteboard was 'TEAM PROJECT'.

Pete's brow pulled together and a cold chill ran down his spine, he glanced around the room looking for someone who would accept him and was tolerable enough to work with.

Cartman, definitely not. Butters, he was nice but way too peppy. Bebe, out of the question. Kyle, he isn't bad, he's quiet and easy to be around, hopefully he wouldn't mind working with Pete.

Before he had chance to consider it further the teacher cleared her throat and said cheerfully "ok so we are doing a team project, you will be in pairs and I have decided them so no one gets left out" she said smiling, presumably trying to make everyone happy by assuring them they don't have to beg others to be their partners, instead she earned herself a loud groan from over half the class. It didn't seem to faze her though

Fuck this I better not get paired with Eric fucking Cartman...

"Ok so I'll call your names out with your partners and move so you're together, first is Eric and Wendy" Wendy sighed irritably and Cartman just smirked as he sat his large figure down next to his unwilling partner.

"Next is.. Kyle and Kevin" the boys smiled at each other and started talked happily when Kyle placed his notebook and pens on the desk and sat down.

Fuck Kyle's gone! Who am I going to get?

"Then.. Peter and.. Mike" Pete's head shot up, he searched the room frantically for the one face he missed before, he was sat at the opposite side of the room with his head resting against forearms on his desk.

Well, fuck. Me.