Here is my first South Park story! On this website, anyway. I posted one on DeviantART months ago but I've improved a hell of a lot since then. I normally write Harry Potter fanfics, but I'm also a huge fan of SP, so I'm going to start writing this as well as my other story in process, You are my Hope. I will try to post this every Saturday and the other on every Sunday.

Warning: This contains homosexuality. Please exit this story if you have a problem with this. Also, as this is Craig Tucker, there will be swearing. Thank you.

I hope you enjoy the story!

Contrasted Desire

Chapter One: Moving to South Park

I sat in my bedroom, stroking my guinea-pig named Stripe as I waited for my 'dear' mother's call to get the hell downstairs. Perhaps not in those precise words.

I was pretty pissed off at that moment. After 16 years, so all my life, give and take a few months, we were moving from our pretty awesome house in Chicago to a house in a little red-neck mountain town called 'South Park'. I had never even heard of the place before my parents suddenly announced to me and my little sister Ruby that we were moving there, literally a week before this day. Apparently, it was because they "wanted a nice environment for Ruby to grow up in". In other words, they thought by moving away from the area we live in, she wouldn't become like me in six years time. Yeah, that's the one.

I sighed deeply when I heard mom's voice calling up to us to get down there. I told you so.

"Ruby, Craig, come on! We are leaving now!"

I sighed deeply once again, wrapped up Stripe in his deep blue blanket, picked him up, and made my way over to the doorway. I paused for a moment when I reached it, and turned around to have one final look at my bedroom. All of the posters were taken town, the usual dark bed sheets were gone. It wasn't the same. It was also strange for me, knowing that I wasn't ever going to be in that room again, or even sleep in that bed, as our new house apparently already had furniture. Whoop de fucking do.

"CRAIG! Hurry, your sister is already down here! We'll end up leaving you in a minute!"

Good. I'd be glad.

After one more sigh, I exited the room and made my way down the stairs. I had gotten used to the house so much I knew which part of each step creaked the most. And now, it was being left. I'm not one for emotional feelings, I hadn't cried since I was a toddler, but this was hitting me pretty hard. It was difficult to tell my friends, too. We were never extremely close as I'm not exactly one of the most sociable people on this planet, and we had only been friends for less than a year, but it was hard to imagine my life without them.

I got into the car outside of the house, where my family were waiting for me. I placed Stripe on my lap and simply stared out of the window, not bothering to communicate with any other person in the car.

"Off we go then, guys!" my father announced, as he started the car and drove down the street. The one I had lived on for as long as I can remember. God, it sucked.

Ruby and mom gave a little cheer of joy. I'm not exactly one for cheerful cheers, myself.

"Ooh, yay. How lovely," I muttered sarcastically, still staring out of the window. Dad sighed, as did mom.

"Enough with the attitude, Craig. You're 16 now, it's about time you stop acting like a stroppy 12-year-old."

I simply rolled my eyes and flipped him off. They both saw.

"Don't do that to your father, Craig. It is very rude," mom scolded. I simply flipped her off too in response, and when I saw Ruby staring at me, I did it to her too. Might as well. Clearly knowing that what she says never goes through to me, mom changed the subject from my rude hand gestures.

"It's going to be so beautiful living in South Park! It's so better out in the countryside, with all of the trees, and the snow..."

"The snow? It's cold there? You didn't say that!" I said.

"Yes, it's cold there. But it's ever so pretty. You'll love it there, Craig."

"I bet," I mumbled quietly, and I didn't say another word for the rest of the horrid journey. Without music, as I was stupid enough to pack my iPod in my bag, which was in a pile in the boot of the car. How lovely.

"We're here, guys! There's the sign!" dad suddenly announced. The car had been silent for the last half hour or so, and I was starting to drift off before he spoke. All of us, including me, sat up straighter and looked out of the window to have a look at our new town.

"Wow, it is marvellous!" mom exclaimed in awe.

It was... Pretty snowy. And very small. I saw that they somehow still had a mall, and a Walmart. That was about it, apart from a few shops, pubs, and restaurants. While we stopped at traffic lights, people looked at us curiously, having never seen us before. It seemed as though this town was the sort of place pretty much everyone knew each other in. I wasn't too sure how to feel about that. I felt out of place, that's for sure.

I noticed some teenagers my age near some place called "Stark's Pond". I only got a glimpse of hats and... Was that some guy in an orange coat drowning in the pond? I frowned to myself and shook my head, telling myself that I just didn't see them properly as I didn't have enough time to look.

It didn't take us very long to reach our house. I thought it was going to be incredibly tiny, but it looked like the same sort of size our old house was.

"Here we are, guys! Home sweet home!" dad said happily as he turned off the engine. I carefully got out of the car, making sure to be careful with Stripe, and shut the door behind me. I heaved my suitcase out of the boot of the car, somehow managing to place it on the floor and drag it across the garden path with a guinea-pig in one arm. I sighed impatiently as I waited for them to finish getting their own things out of the car. I groaned a little when two blonde adults came up to my parents with smiles on their faces.

"Hey, just moved in, have you?" the man asked. No... I thought to myself. We just took a holiday so long that you forgot we are your neighbours...

"Oh yes, we have. I'm Thomos Tucker, and this is my wife, Ceri. This is our daughter, Ruby," Ruby gave him the perfect "I'm a little good girl" smile and a wave. "And over there is our son Craig," he added, nodding in my direction. My face remained expressionless and I didn't bother to say anything.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all! I'm Richard Tweak, and I own the coffee shop here in South Park. This is my wife Victoria Tweak, and our son is named Tweek. He is in his bedroom at the moment. I'm afraid he isn't too well," he said. I blocked out the rest of their conversation out of boredom. What sort of parents called their son a name that is pronounced the same as their surname? It seemed as though they got a little lazy when it came to thinking of their only child's name.

"See you around! Remember, we just live right across the road if you need anything!" the call from Mrs Tweak snapped me out of my rather boring thoughts and I watched her and her husband cross the road to the house opposite ours.

"Craig, unless you expect to me to open the door telepathically, please could you move out the way?"

I blinked and looked at dad, who was standing with the handle of a suitcase in one hand, the keys in his other. I shrugged and stepped aside so he could unlock the door. The start of our new life, in a sense. I'm definitely not one for overly dramatic descriptions but it was pretty much true.

"Oh Thomos, isn't it lovely?" mom sighed as we stepped into our new house.

"Indeed it is, love," he agreed. Even I had to admit that the house wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I thought it was going to be leaking and falling down once we entered, or amazingly girly and frilly, but it was actually pretty modern and looked new. It wasn't exactly fully to my tastes, but it wasn't something that I was unable to put up with. When I entered my new room, I saw that the walls had been painted a deep blue and the carpet was black. Very suitable to my tastes. As long as people at my school weren't just some weird red-neck kids, I guessed that I would actually be able to manage living here. Just maybe.

Of course, I couldn't decide that until I had actually had my first day of school, which was tomorrow, as it was a Monday. School was a hell hole when I lived in Chicago. I didn't get bullied once I was at high school, or even was a bully while I was there, but there sure was a lot of it. Bullying was always something I hated, believe it or not.

When I was a little kid, in elementary school, I was always bullied for simply being that quiet kid at the back of the class. It kind of ruined my self confidence, because being bullied at that age is upsetting very easily. So, when they tried again in junior school, I punched the 'leader' right in the face and broke his nose. After that, the bullies suddenly saw me as a tough guy and somehow befriended me. So then I became the bully.

It was only a couple of years later when I realised how much of a hypocritical bastard I was being. So, randomly one day, I left my usual gang and made new friends. From then on, I've been like I am today. A guy who really doesn't give a shit what people say. A pretty moody guy to be honest.

"Here we are, with our first meal in our new life!" dad announced at dinner, a wide grin on his face. Mom and Ruby beamed at him happily, while my face stayed in its usual expressionless way.

"This was such a good idea to move out here. The lovely fresh air, a gorgeous new house, and aren't the people so friendly? The Tweaks seem like such kind people! It's too bad we didn't get to meet their son Tweek though," mom said as she started cutting up her vegetables.

"Isn't it weird how they called their son Tweek?" I asked in my usual monotone voice, even though I was pretty curious in what they had to say about it.

"I guess so. But it's really not our right to say that about it, is it? Perhaps it is an old family name," said dad.

"Just seems like they got lazy to me."

"Craig, don't say that. You're going to be nice to the Tweaks and anyone else you meet, okay?" said mom. I shrugged and just ate my food instead of answering. She sighed, clearly giving up on me. She turned to Ruby instead and smiled. "What do you think of South Park so far, Ruby?"

"Oh, I think it's great! I absolutely love..."

I blocked out the rest of the conversation and just carried on with my food instead. I finished before everyone else, though my dad stopped me when I rose from the table.

"What?"

"Come on Craig, it's our first day here. Don't you want to spend some time with your family?"

No, not really.

"I still have some unpacking to do. I didn't manage to do it all before dinner."

Well, this wasn't actually a lie. All I did was unpack my iPod, my charger, and all of the things for Stripe. I kind of needed to get it done.

"You could have done that later, but I guess you're family isn't that important to you, is it? All you do is just keep to yourself in your room, it's pathetic!" he snapped. I blinked at him. I wasn't expecting that one. I suddenly felt fairly angry at him.

"It's not like I'm very important to you. All you bloody care about is Ruby. You don't care about what I go through, ever. Plus, I get As in school, you laugh and say that I got lucky every time. When I used to get Ds, you told me to do better. Yet with Ruby, you treat her with presents like crazy, and she's only ten! Oh yeah, and I confess to you that I'm gay, and you laugh once again and just say it's a phase. Hm, time with you? I'd rather not."

I shouted almost all of those words, and before I even bothered listening to the response, I left the room and stormed up the stairs to my bedroom. Maybe if they actually paid more attention to my life and treated me with respect I wouldn't stay in there all of the time. It's ever since Ruby was born. They always wanted a girl, so when they had her, they were delighted and I just drifted out of the picture. If they cared about me still, they weren't doing a very good job of showing it.

Somehow, through my frustration and thoughts, I had managed to unpack all of my things and put them away. All that was left was sticking up my posters on the wall. I was in the process of putting up the last poster of Hollywood Undead when my mom knocked on the door.

"Craig, honey? Can I come in?"

I didn't answer her. After a moment's pause, she opened the door. I didn't acknowledge her, I simply got Stripe out of his cage and sat down on my bed with him on my lap. Mom sat down besides me, and looked at me with a small, sad smile. I didn't bother with looking back at her, I just continued to pet Stripe.

"Craig, darling? Come on, we need to talk," she said.

"What is there to talk about? I muttered, still not looking at her.

"You know what, Craig. You haven't been happy for years."

"I was starting to be happy. I made friends. I stopped..." I paused.

"You have? You've not..."

I shake my head and roll up my sleeves to show my bare forearms and wrists. Well, bare with very faint scars showing on the skin that were slowly fading. She breathes out in relief.

"Thank goodness. I thought... I thought you may have started again."

"Why would you care? You don't seem to care about everything else," I snap.

"Of course I care, Craig. I feel as though you're drifting away from me and you don't want me here in your life."

"I do. I thought you were the one who didn't want me in your life."

"Of course I want you in my life..."

"Then why do you seem to love Ruby more than me?" I demanded. She sighed and put an arm around my shoulders. I stayed still.

"I'm sorry, Craig. I love you both equally, alright? I've always showed her more attention because you always seemed so distant, but I know it was wrong of me," she said.

"I guess I forgive you," I said. She nodded and got up off my bed, knowing she wasn't going to get much more out of me.

"You better get in bed soon, Craig. You need to get up early for school. You won't be getting the school bus as the school is only about ten minutes away. I love you." She walked over to my door, but then paused and turned back around to face me. "Oh, and Craig? I'm sure you'll meet some great guy there," she added with a smile. Before I could reply, she had already left.

God, I hope I did. I had never been in a relationship before, well, a proper one anyway. The only time I had been in one was when my old friends in junior school convinced me to go out with some girl. All it did was help convince me further that girls were really not my thing.

After getting changed into my pyjamas and brushing my teeth, I got into bed. It was a pretty strange feeling, lying in a bed in a completely different area. I was probably going to get the shock of my life the next morning, when I woke up.

I closed my eyes, and I felt myself fall into a slumber.

I am really enjoying writing this!

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