A/N: Hello this is originally a private rp turned fanfiction, so the fanfic is in different character POVs. We're two friends who thought that we should share our writing since we have fun reading it ourselves, we hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it!

Craig, Stan, Kenny and Token's POV are written by Grymmeoir

Tweek, Kyle, Butters and Clyde's POV are written by Tweeky Tucker

Tweek

Sometimes it just needs one little sentence to change your whole life.

In my case it was this one: "... and that's why you'll finally get a roommate from tomorrow!"

Finally?

Did our Principal really say finally?!

My mind began to spin while Mr. Garrison was looking at me with this huge, stupid smile on his face. Like he would expect that to be the best news on earth for me or something.

"ARGH! NOOO!" My voice cracked in panic as I jumped up from my chair, "That's too much ngh- Pressure! Sorry but... I have to re-refuse!"

His smile vanished immediately and was replaced by an annoyed frown.

"That wasn't an offer, Mr. Tweak. You can't refuse. This matter is not negotiable."

"Eeeeh!? But-"

"You can leave now."

No way, that was a nightmare.

Yes, just a nightmare. Which means I will wake up at any moment, right?

RIGHT?!

But... somehow... nothing happened at all.

I didn't open my eyes and I wasn't lying in my bed suddenly. No, instead I was still standing in front of our Principal who was still pointing to the door.

So I went away without saying another word.

"So? What did the Principal want?"

Butters was waiting for me out in the hallways and next to him stood - what a surprise - Kenny.

These two were one of my few friends. Or... okay, maybe even the only friends I had? But... Kenny was... kinda scary sometimes to be honest. I mean, he has always been friendly to me (Sometimes even too friendly. But since he was flirting with almost everyone it was okay, I guess?) Still! Whenever me and Butters would hug each other for more than 10 seconds, Kenny gets this look on his face like he wants to... murder me or something! Or maybe that was only in my mind?

"Ruining my life! That's what the ngh- Principal wants!", I answered furiously then let my head droop, "I hate him."

"Who? The Principal?"

"No. Well Yes, him too. But... I mean the new st-student. He's gonna be my roommate!"

"And that's why you already hate him?"

"Yes."

Butters and Kenny exchanged a look and somehow I got the feeling that they both had trouble not to start laughing.

Hah! And they call themselves friends!?

"Uh... Well...", Butters cleared his throat, "I think you should give him a chance at least. Maybe you're gonna be friends!"

I like Butters, I really do, but sometimes he was just too naive.

"Oh, of course! We're sure gonna be ngh- best buddies soon!", I said ironically and as a result Butters favoured me with a smile.

...and stupid. Sometimes Butters was also a little bit stupid, But in a very sweet way of course.

I let out a sigh.

Tomorrow will be the worst day of my life, no doubt about it.

And it was all HIS fault.

The fault of Craig Tucker to be exact.

Craig

Gray, everything was gray…from the walls, to the ceilings, to the floor; and no I am not talking about it figuratively because I am depressed, I meant it literally like holy fuck, did they not have any other color of paint to use in this cheap ass boarding school?

I let out a huge sigh, no reason to complain about it now. I chose to go through with this instead of staying back home. Hopefully the dull colors of this place isn't a sign that my life here will be as depressing.

I wonder why Token chose to stay in this school? With his money he could have afford to go to a better boarding school but for some reason he chose this. It would have been nice to be roommates with him but apparently he already had one, what a shame. I should meet up with him as soon as I finished unloading my things.

After much walking and climbing through stairs I finally reached my destination...Room 420, I tried to ignore the fact that it was a reference to weed and instead checked the name plates embedded on the door, My name was displayed as expected, and next to it was the name: Tweek Tweak...Seriously? What the fuck? Is everything here in this place some sort of drug reference?

I shrugged it off, hopefully the guy isn't as crazy as his name implied and opened the door. Upon opening it I was greeted by the sight of a small, shaking blonde who held a Rocket Propelled Grenade launcher to my face.

"Uh, what the fuck?"

The guy didn't answer, instead he shakily fiddled with the trigger of the gun. Oh god is he actually going to kill me? Are weapons allowed here in this boarding school? What the hell did I get myself into?

Now normally a sane person would run like hell after seeing this scene unfold unto them, but for some dumb reason I decided to approach the blonde and try to take the grenade launcher away from him...admittedly this is a very high risk task but the guy didn't really give much of a fight, and I suddenly found myself in possession of an RPG gun.

I shifted my gaze towards the guy, he looked like a deer caught in headlights, his huge eyes showed hints of both fear and confusion...and maybe even anger? He was kind of cute, he looked like an small animal once he was stripped off of the gun.

"I h-hate you..." The guy mumbled, it was barely audible but since it was pretty quiet in this room I heard it.

Ah so that's how it is...this guy doesn't like me, but was it really necessary to point a grenade launcher at me though?

"You must be Tweek right? I get it you hate me, most people I know do...but I don't know why you hate me so much when I haven't even done anything to you yet."

"I don't mind it if you hate me but at least let me do something to you that you'll hate me for first, alright?

"Let's see..."

I tried to think of a way that might annoy him, should I flip him off? Well I do that to everyone...so most people don't even consider that offensive anymore. Should I punch him in the face? No, I could never do that...his face is so cute, I don't want to ruin it... Ugh what am I saying, have I lost my mind? But really there's just something about his eyes, his expression, his overall demeanor...his lips.

"!"

It was really soft...and warm and WHAT THE FUCK, did I just kiss him?! Oh god I didn't mean to, I was just caught in the moment that I-

I looked at Tweek and he had this look on that I believe to be a mixture of both confusion and horror...and well his face is a little red, but I am going to assume that mine was too.

"F-fuck y-y-you..." I said to him as I flipped him off, It was all that I could muster to say and do before I immediately ran outside of the room, and eventually outside the building, holy hell that might be the stupidest thing I've ever done. What the hell happened there? What was that all about? Poor guy must be confused too...Oh God I could never return back to that room and face that guy again...I should tell Mr. Garrison that I want to shift rooms and-

"Craig!"

A voice called out to me and I looked to where it came from, it was Token walking beside a shorter brunette guy wearing a red and beige letterman jacket.

"Did you finish settling in at your room? Hmm, wait why do you have Tweek's Grenade launcher?"

"Huh?"

I looked at my hands, and I was indeed holding the RPG from earlier, I must have panicked and forgot to give it back.

"You should return that to Tweek you know...he really likes that thing."

"Oh uh Y-yeah..."

Oh God, I am going to have to meet up with him again after all.