Redoing this concept because so many people thought it was amazing and I totally forgot about it OTL;; I apologise profusely!

Chapter One

"Ok ok, let me get this straight…" A husky voice from a burly sixteen-year-old Stan Marsh started to say.

"Pfft, like you could get anything straight you fag." Eric Cartman; still as fat and as rude as usual swirled his lunch around with his fork, wondering if he dare eat whatever was served.

Stan narrowed his eyes and turned back to who he was initially talking to, who seemed to tug on a red curl on his freckled forehead. "Ok Kyle, you think if I ever dressed like Craig I could get away with it?"

"Yeah sure, why not dude?" Kyle pulled the curl down before letting go and watching it flick up back in place. "Look at him; he looks like your freaking twin."

"I agree with Kyle; it'd be so easy for you to do and I doubt we'd ever know." Kenny; now with hood down, went back to sipping on his straw.

Stan frowned with a bit of frustration, and took the time to look over to the next table to look at the guy in question they were arguing over. The skater wannabe felt eyes on him, and turned to glare daggers and give a nice flip of the bird before going back to talking with his friends.

"No way, I couldn't do it." Stan motioned that he was out, and grabbed his choc milk and shook it furiously.

"Sure you could." His Jewish friend blinked at him with his big green eyes before grabbing his juicebox and stabbing the straw in the provided covered hole. "Just because you don't like acting like an ass doesn't mean you can't."

"Wow, thanks dude. That really boost's a guy's ego." He replied sarcastically. But the thought did occur to him; what would it feel like taking a walk in Craig Tucker's shoes for even a day? Would it be as easy as his friends thought, or would he come out the other end screaming mercy?

Then he knew he just had to find out.

Craig had an interesting talk with his friends, and he had a funny feeling that the "Dream Team" as they called them had the exact same conversation. He didn't like thinking about Stan Marsh; let alone wondering what it'd be like to be him for a day or so. But curiousity soon got the better of him, and he turned to corner Stan and well, maybe suggest a wager with him.

He needed to make a break for the bathroom though, so he pushed the door casually and went to the nearest cubicle before closing the door and going about his business. As he stared at a wall for a couple of minutes, he began to wonder what would happen if Stan had the same idea as him. What if they do trade places? What secrets would he find out about the Golden Boy? Would he in turn have secrets spilt out about him?

He grabbed his pants and pulled them up and flushed the toilet before walking out while doing up his belt. And at the same time the guy of his previous thoughts stepped out doing the exact same thing. They both held their belts and just stared at each other for a few moments.

"Creepy." They said at the same time, before turning away and washing their hands.

Neither spoke for a moment, until finally Craig decided to get the ball rolling. "So, how's your life right now?"

"Could be better. Yours?"

"About the same." He grabbed a paper towel and began wiping his hands. "Say, I had an interesting conversation today with the guys. They think that you and I could get away with swapping each other's lives."

"No freaking way." Stan wiped his hands on his pants. "Seriously? I had the same conversation with Kyle and Kenny."

"So do you think we could get away with it?" Craig wanted to get to the point. He suddenly thought the idea was brilliant.

"Well, I guess we could try." Stan tapped his chin a few times. "Though, Kyle is smart; he might find out."

"Or he might not if we're good enough." Craig gave a sly smile. "So, what do you say? You wanna test this idea?"

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt…"

"So, why don't we set a few ground rules then?"

"Sounds good to me." Stan shrugged and Craig sent a grin.

"Rule one of Craig Tucker; Stripes comes before anything else."

"Rule one of Stan Marsh; Kyle comes before anything else."

Craig mentally smirked at one form of blackmail already. "Rule two of Craig Tucker; Tweek is your best friend and you protect him from everything all the time; no matter how weak or stupid it may seem to you."

"Rule two of Stan Marsh; Wendy is sort of a girlfriend still."

Great. Fucking great. Craig thought to himself. "Rule three of Craig Tucker; always be blunt and nasally when talking to people."

"Rule three of Stan Marsh; always be nice to people even when they totally don't deserve it."

"Final rule of Craig Tucker…" He flipped the bird nice and slowly.

"Final rule of Stan Marsh; I rule the school."

Craig Tucker smirked. "Sounds easy enough. Should there be something at the end of it all?"

"Let's say if anyone picks up on it; we gotta do something for the cafeteria ladies for a week. If we get through it all we get the satisfaction of fooling everyone and keep anything we find out a secret?"

"Sounds good to me." Craig pondered. "If only one of us gets found out; he shouts everyone a round at Raisin's?"

"Good plan. Make it a two week round?"

"Yup. Oh and one more thing; while doing this, if we see something that needs changing, we fix the problem for each other. And it can be anything."

Stan hesitated to answer that question. It meant Craig would be in full control of his life for two weeks; but in turn he had control of his life. He eventually held out his hand for the other raven to shake it. "Deal. Start tomorrow?"

"Start tomorrow."