Don't own South Park. Just an idea I've had. Hope it's enjoyable.

Craig watched as his mother turned to him and asked. "It's a simple question, dear." He honestly didn't have an answer. He knew who he wanted to choose but he knew that was the worst idea. "Who would you rather stay with? You're old enough to choose."

"You don't have to just stay with one of us." His father spoke as he flipped off his now ex-wife. He sighed. "I know it's hard but you just have to choose where all your stuff is gonna go."

This was Craig's dilemma. His father and mother had been living together for about a year now working on a divorce. It wasn't ha hateful thing. It was kind of a mutual dislike. "Well, I…" Now today he finds out the divorce is final. And that his parents have been seeing other people on the side. His mother's boyfriend lived in Denver and his father's girlfriend happened to be a certain person he hates' mother. "Can't I just stay with the Tweaks?" Craig asked one more time.

Sure, most people would want to leave this boring town but that was how Craig liked it, boring. If he lived with his father that family would make things just too hectic. If he moved away with his mother it would be in a big city, he didn't like that idea either. Plus the fact that he would never see Tweek, Token, Clyde, Kenny or that kid who always says hi to him- Butters. "You can't stay with them until you're eighteen when you have two perfectly good homes to choose from.

"I don't understand where you're coming from." Craig hated him. He hated him. How could his father do this to him?

Mr. Tucker shook his head. "Come on now, I know you and Stan had some rough patches but it'll be a good-"

"Nothing good can come from sharing a room with someone you hate." His mom began to look excited. "But I can't leave South Park." Craig was completely stuck. His sister stared at him intently. She wasn't old enough to choose. She lived with her dad on week days and mom on weekends. Craig didn't want to do that set up every week, he had to choose.

Craig's mother sighed. "Try staying here at Sharon's. I know you love the town and you want to stay by your normal routine, but if things go wrong you can always come live with me."

Craig just nodded. He hated the idea of sharing a room with Stan but he hated the idea of leaving the boring, small town even more to live in an eventful city.

The next thing Craig knew he and his sister were entering their new home. The inside was the same only the furniture and pictures were placed differently and none were of Craig, Ruby or his father. "I see he chose to stay with you, huh?" Stan's mother spoke with a smile. "Well Ruby can have Shelly's old room and Stan is staying the night at Kyle's tonight so you can sleep in his bed until the movers come tomorrow."

Craig just watched her in complete confusion. How could a woman like this want his father? Then he remember Stan's father. After his dad and Stan's mom went into the kitchen he sat down on the couch. Why did it have to be so sudden?

He pulled out his phone and read the text message he received an hour ago. It read: "Where are you dude?"

So Craig simply texted back: "At Stan's house."

The next thing that happened was Tweek was calling Craig. Craig answered his phone and was greeted with, "Don't kill him!"

Craig sighed out of annoyance. "He's not even here. It turns out the news my parents had was they got a divorce and my dad's with Stan's mom, plus my mom's moving to Denver tomorrow."

Tweek was quiet for a few seconds. "That's the most I've heard you say over the phone, dude. But Stan, that's bad."

"Yeah."

"So do you get his sister's room?"

"His room."

Tweek was confused. "Is he going to live with his dad?"

"No." Craig was even more annoyed now that someone else knew. Tweek made a noise of understanding.

They just sat quietly on the phone for about a minute. "C-can I come over?"

"Yeah, you know where he lives?" Craig realized it was a dumb question after it came out.

"Yeah, I'll be over." Craig hung up immediately after Tweek spoke. He was happy Tweek calmed down. His caffeine intake is down to and he liked things nice and boring just like Craig. That's why they got along so well.

Craig stood up and walked into the kitchen. "Well, Tweek's coming over." He just stood there while the two both talked about how that was nice and a good idea.

He walked out of the kitchen. He didn't like seeing his dad with Stan's mom. He didn't like being in Stan's house. He didn't want to sleep in Stan's bed. And he really didn't want to share a room with the boy. He was going to try to make it as boring as possible here. The doorbell rang, Craig figured it was Tweek so he answered the door. "C-What?" He asked as he wasn't facing Tweek.

"Craig?"

"Kyle?" Craig asked equally surprised. Kyle began to ask but Craig stopped him. "Don't ask." He just glared at Kyle hoping he'd melt into the snow that sat on the side of the porch.

Kyle just made an unsure face and spoke, "Well, is Stan here?"

Craig looked very confused at that point. "Your house."

"And yet I'm here." Kyle spoke laughing a little. "I forgot about that. He must be waiting over there." Kyle's face turned red as he saw that Craig wasn't buying it. "Don't tell."

Craig shrugged. "I don't even care."

Kyle frowned. "I guess you really wouldn't. I heard about your parents. I'm sorry."

"Why?" Craig was completely confused as to why Kyle was even still standing there after he said Stan wasn't home.

"It's sad when a couple breaks up even if it was just a short time." Kyle spoke looking at the ground with his foot pushing around a small pile of snow.

Craig rolled his eyes. "I mean, why are you still here?"

Kyle looked up at him with a disgusted expression. "Why are you still a complete dick even after so many years?"

"Why are you an annoying Jew that refuses to get off my porch?" Craig asked with no expression change or tone of voice. Just monotone.

Kyle smiled. "Your porch?"

"Yeah, I live here now." Craig looked away. Every time he told someone that he hated it even more.

"Looks like we'll be hanging out more often then, huh?" Kyle asked with a mocking kind of tone and Craig said nothing he just shut the door.

There was no way Kyle was going to come into the house and blow his super best friend's cover. Yet the doorbell rang again. Craig opened the door. Kyle still stood there while he pointed at Tweek, who was looking very confused. "Come on in Tweek." Craig spoke glaring at Kyle.

"Why is Kyle outside? Is Stan here?" Tweek asked a little freaked out but Craig shook his head. They went up to Stan's room. It seemed familiar. It was blue and plain. Instead of Red Racer on the wall it was Mad Max but other than that, the furniture was set up nearly the same.

"Fuck this, dude." Craig stared at the bed. "How do we have nearly the same colored sheets?" He walked over to his bag of things he packed for the night. He pulled out his blankets and they were maybe a shade darker than Stan's.

Tweek made a startled noise while looking at a shelf. "Fuck, dude! He's got a lot of the same stuff too."

Craig sat down on the floor with his comforter pressed against his mouth and in a muffled voice he spoke. "I'm gonna miss that smell."

The blonde just stared at his best friend in shock. "Man, are you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, fine." Craig sat there looking around the room. Tweek sat down by him. "Not without you."

Tweek sighed. "Plain and simple, let's keep it boring." They turned on a movie and made and bed on the floor. About three hours later Tweek stood up and fixed his shirt. "I think I should go now."

"You can sleep over. I live here now."

"Dude, Stan never has anyone spend the night." He began to put on his shoes.

Craig just stood up. "Well you're spending the night." He opened the bedroom door and went down the steps. "Can-"

Mrs. Marsh turned to Craig quickly with a smile. "Yes, Craig?"

It was abnormal for Craig. Usually he didn't have to ask and his parents didn't care to answer. How did Stan and Kyle get away with everything when they were younger? "Can Tweek stay over?"

"I don't know. Ask your father."

This confused the younger Tucker. He went into the dining room where his father was setting the table. "Um, dad?" His dad had a large smile on his face and Craig as beginning to get a little freaked out. He gave his son the noise of acknowledgement. "Can Tweek spend the night?"

Now was when Craig's father would just give him an odd look and tell him he doesn't care. He was waiting for it. "No, I don't think that's such a great idea tonight."

"The hell?" Craig spat out. "What the fuck's wrong with you?"

Sharon came in the room just then. "Craig!" The boy turned around with an angered face. "I will not allow you to speak to your father that way."

Craig was instantly confused. What way? He always talked like that. Stan talked like that too. "I'm going to Tweek's." Craig turned to leave the room and flipped off his father.

"Young man!" Craig froze. Sharon was fuming. "You get up to your room. Tweek will not spend the night and you will not behave like that. You're staying here or you're grounded." She spoke in a stern voice.

"What?" Craig asked completely confused. He didn't see what was so wrong he didn't do anything wrong.

Sharon looked at her partner and gave a stern nod. "You heard her."

"What the fuck, dad?" He left the room severely disappointed in his father. After rushing up the stairs to his new room he saw Tweek looking quite worried. "My dad's turned into a total douche. He's letting a woman control him."

Tweek nodded. "I take it the yelling was about you getting pissed?"

"Yeah, why would she say no?"

"Well think of it like this," Tweek began as he sat down and leaned against Stan's bed. "If this was your room and Stan was in your situation, would you be happy if you came home and he and Kyle were both in here?" He gave his friend a smug look.

Craig sighed. "Whatever. All I know is this better be the only time."

Tweek chuckled. "At least there will be less fighting here. Seems like- ugh- your dad and Mrs. Marsh really like each other."

Tweek left after Craig was called down for dinner. The four of them were eating and everything was fine until Craig's pocket began to buzz. It was a text from Clyde: "Kyle says u liv wit Stan now that tru?"

Craig replied back: "fuck no."

"Craig, come on, no cell phones at the table." His father's voice spoke sternly. He never cared before.

The teenage boy looked at his little sister who just stared at him. "Okay." Craig stood up and continued with his phone as Clyde texted back: "y did u tell him u were?"

He replied: "I'm just staying until I'm 18."

He chuckled at his own message and made it to the room. He sat down on his blankets on the floor. He kept still until he heard his phone buzz again. It wasn't Clyde, it was Kenny: window?

Craig just remembered Kenny didn't know about the move. It was the only thing that wasn't completely plain and boring about his life. "Stan's house." He sent the message and received Clyde's: "lol"

He didn't answer back to Clyde partly because Kenny called. "The fuck you doing at Stan's?"

"Here or Denver."

Kenny sounded like he understood after that as he spoke, "Oh. It's cool. Can we do it there?"

After the question Craig made a noise of disappointment. "Dude, Tweek couldn't even stay."

"What?" Kenny sounded outraged. "You can lock the door and I'll sneak out after. We'll do it real quick."

"It's Stan's room." Craig began persistently.

Kenny laughed. "It's not like he's gonna know." It was quiet on the line. Craig walked over to the door and reached where his hook lock would be.

"Fuck!" Craig slammed his fist on the door. "There's no lock?" He asked aloud.

"Are you asking or telling me?" The line was quiet. "I got this, I'm coming over."

"Ke-" The blonde boy had hung up after that. This made Craig anxious. He didn't want to be grounded. He didn't want to have to deal with Stan the whole rest of the year.

The doorbell rang. He could hear muffled voices. After opening the door and peeking down stairs he could see that it was just some random adult talking with Sharon. He calmed down. It made him feel like worried about it all. Maybe Kenny wasn't really coming.

It was around about eight o'clock and Craig was really bored. He was currently lying down watching movies that he and Stan apparently both owned. He guessed he fell asleep when he woke up to an odd noise and his cell phone read ten forty-three. His sleepy eyes scanned the room for the noise.

The noise came again. It was like a squeak. He looked at the window to see a grinning blonde. "Kenny?" He opened the window and the blonde climbed in on Stan's bed.

Kenny chuckled at the blanket. "On the floor? Man, you really don't like him." Craig just flipped off his guest and got a snicker in return. "So you wanna do it? I've gotten into the habit of only doing it with you."

Craig smiled and sat on the bed hanging out the window. "Let's go."

"Mr. Tucker, you are never boring to me." Kenny pulled a small hand rolled joint out of his pocket. He lit it hanging out of the window. They enjoyed it in silence for a few minutes. "Why the hell does everyone think you're boring?"

"Dunno." Craig exhaled. "Why does everyone think you're so interesting?"

With a small noise of acknowledgement Kenny responded, "Touché."

They lay back on Craig's blankets after it was all finished. "Too bad Tweek isn't here." Craig spoke idly.

Kenny turned to his friend with a large smile. "Tucker," Craig turned his attention to Kenny. "I want to rain on your Parade."

"You are always so weird when we smoke alone." After Craig finished his sentence Kenny straddled his friend and kissed him pulling his head back by grabbing a fistful of hair. "Must you always fuck with me, asshole? I'm gay, I get it."

The blonde released his friend. "I like it."

Craig laughed. "Why?"

Curling up on Craig Kenny explained, "Because I need someone too."

"You have mass girls."

"No, I have mass whores." Not long after the two passed out on Stan's bedroom floor without further thought.

Okay, should I continue? I dunno if I should make this Cryle, Crenny, or what? If anyone wants to tell me how they feel I'll see. I'm pretty sure I'll have some Style in it and obviously some Crenny. SO tell me what you think.