So I had this idea to write about this 'holiday.' Didn't turn out as long as I would like, but I might make it another chapter, just to finish the day, but sadly, 'the man' is calling my name to my job. So for now, its pretty short and silly.

Kyle walked into school alone. Don't feel bad, he's used to it. Ever since it was apparent neither Kenny or Cartman wanted to be at school longer than they needed to be, Kyle stopped asking them to come with him. Not like he would enjoy the company of Eric Cartman. Stan had football practice and when he wasn't at football he had Wendy. And even though Wendy might care about her grades as much as Kyle, she definitely didn't care about coming to school early.

Kyle made his way down the senior hallway. Luckily for him his locker sat pretty close to the stairs, meaning he doesn't have to pass many of his classmates, not that there is an ample amount at school so early.

"Hey Token," Kyle said as he passed the pair of shoes that stood at the dark boy's locker. Token, like Kyle, valued his education. He was normally at his locker this early like Kyle was. He liked to think the two had formed some kind of friendship.

"You colorblind?"

Kyle stopped just past the pair of shoes he deemed Token. He should have known Token would never wear Chuck Taylors, especially blue ones.

"Craig," Kyle said before looking at the raven-haired boy, knowing that his second guess was right.

"It's Tucker to you, Broflosky." Kyle took a moment to study Craig. Something about him was… off. Not that Kyle took too much time out of his boring day to study someone that was that rude to him, but having the boy stand right in front of you, its hard not to want to look at him.

He remained one of the tallest boys in class, followed by himself and Kenny, but he wasn't as scrawny as his own body, but a little more muscle… Kyle decided he was the perfect amount of muscle, lean. At first Kyle thought it might be something different about his clothing, but quickly ruled that out. Craig still wore a blue chullo hat, always paired with straight-legged jeans and some type of long sleeved top.

He noticed that Craig's hair remained the same color, well what little amount of hair Kyle could see. Craig never wore glasses or was one to accessorize with jewelry, so he ruled that out automatically.

Then, Kyle noticed something. Craig Tucker's features were all stretched. Instead of his normal relaxed, I-don't-give-a-fuck, facial expression his eyes were squinted. The corners of his mouth were actually raised. Kyle couldn't believe it Craig Tucker was actually smiling!

"Are you smiling?" Kyle leaned in real close. Kyle knew that he was right by the way Craig tried biting his lips to stop his smile, but instead the opposite happened. Craig's smile grew.

Kyle couldn't help but smile at the sight he was witnessing. Craig actually had a nice smile. His teeth were white and all straight. "You're smiling!" Kyle couldn't hide his amusement.

"Stop Broflosky," Craig said more into his arm than outloud.

"What's wrong with you?" Kyle lost his smile once he saw Craig squirm. It was as if Craig was about to vomit and he was debating on swallowing it back down or not.

"N-nothing-g, goddammit," Craig buried his face into his arm farther.

"Whatever," Kyle turned and began walking to his locker until he felt an arm stop him. "What is your problem, dude?"

Kyle's green eyes met with Craig's pale blue ones and Craig couldn't take it any longer. He lost it.

Craig began laughing. Not just snickering or sneering like his usual form of laughter, Craig was laughing like a baby plying peek-a-boo.

"What the fuck, Craig?" Kyle was not in the mood to deal with someone laughing in his face.

"I'm sorry," Craig rubbed his eyes, "I was just geeking, you just came at the wrong time." More laughter.

"What are you even doing at Token's locker, and why are you here so early." Kyle no longer found the cuteness in a happy Craig Tucker.

"I was hoping Token would be here," Craig had calmed down, but the smile and squinted eyes remained on his face. "It's a holiday you know." Craig looked around as teachers outnumbered the amount of students in the halls.

"What holiday is it?" Kyle asked, then began walking towards his own locker.

Craig followed, "God, you really don't hang out with McCormick that much anymore, huh?"

Kyle gave him an exasperated look. "What does Kenny have to do with it?"

Craig ran a hand through his hair under his hat. "You really only do homework, don't you?"

"What's this about, Tucker."

"What day is it?"

"It's Friday."

"And what is the date?"

"It's April 20th."

Craig snickered. "And April is the fourth month."

"So?" Kyle could tell his face was reddening.

"So today is 4-20."

Kyle waited for more information. Craig still had a plastered smile to his lips.

"So?" Kyle pushed.

"For being an honors student, you aren't very smart, are you?" By this point Kyle would have figured Craig would lose his patience. He had already used his allotted hundred word speaking quota.

Craig watched as teachers began standing outside of their rooms, getting ready to greet any students showing up for early morning conferences. "Listen, how about you come with me after school, I know how you hate missing a great lecture. Then, I'll show you what I'm talking about."

Kyle studied Craig once again. His smile had toned down, but was still present. Taking a closer look, Kyle noticed Craig's eyes were somewhat red. They seemed moistened, so maybe Craig had recently been crying? It doesn't seem like Craig, but then again, neither does coming to school early, talking to Kyle, or smiling.

"Fine."

"Great, I'll just meet you at Token's locker after 7th." Craig began walking downstairs to the cafeteria. "Oh and Kyle, I like your shirt, its really festive."

Kyle looked down at his shirt.

It was a nice shade of green.