How Damien Got To Know Pip
I remember my first day of class at this school. All of the students ridiculing me and laughing as I spoke of my Father's vision for this world of mere mortals. Well- all of them save one. He eventually became my first and only real friend; Phillip Pirrup, a little blonde boy with an obnoxious British accent and a funny looking hat. Both of which I came to tolerate, then to admire in the male.
I sit on a branch of a tree with the younger boy on the ground below me, not particularly fond of heights. I look down at him as he rambles on about something or other that has to do with school, and I smile softly.
No.
I shake my head; I cannot be in love with that little, sissy Brit. Well, I can just keep telling myself that.
How Craig got to know Tweek
I met Tweek forever ago. I've known him for as long as I can remember. Well, I didn't get to know him until after we had been tricked in to fighting each other back in the third grade.
I can remember the day we were both stuck in the hospital room, when we finally started talking and realized that it had all been a stupid bet between Cartman and Kyle.
Fucking bastards.
I flipped of whoever was around at the very memory. Thankfully Tweek didn't notice, or he would have freaked out like always, spazzing about how he'd done something wrong. I smiled and looked at the other boy out of the corner of my eye.
The way he spazzed was one of the things I loved about him. Yes; I love the twitchy boy. I know, I know; I'm a fucking fag. And you know what? I don't really mind all that much.