A/N: Hello! It's been a while since I've written stories for South Park, so I apologize if anyone is OOC or anything. This story is pretty much about Craig's gang and their rivalry with Cartman's gang, as well as their "adventures". Everyone loves Craig's gang, how could you not?
There will probably be eventual Creek and Tyde, and other pairings include: Twenny, Dip, Style, and I'm not sure what else. I'll let you know as the story progresses. I know this chapter is more dialog than anything, I like seeing communication between the boys. I wrote this chapter in third person, mostly because it's more of an introductory kind of chapter, but the rest of the chapters will probably be alternating point-of-views between Tweek, Craig, Clyde and Token.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story!
"So then I told Bebe; "Look, I told you when we first met that I'm booked on Tuesdays and Fridays. There is no way in hell that I am going to miss out on Taco Tuesday just to take you and your friends shopping," and then she screamed at me and said we were over," Clyde said to his two best friends; Token and Craig.
Token shook his head in disbelief and leaned against the wall next to the entrance of Tweek Bros. Coffee. Token, Craig, Clyde and Tweek meet outside the shop every morning before school so that they could walk together. It was the only notable building that was of about equal distance away from all their houses.
"What a bitch. You're better off without her, Clyde," Craig commented, looking down the road. "Where the hell is Tweek?"
"Should we ask his dad?" Token suggested, pointing at Tweek's dad who was inside the shop and behind the counter, staring at the three boys.
"No, he creeps me out. And why the hell is he staring at us like we're gonna steal his precious coffee?" Clyde asked.
The small, jittery blond boy ran up to his friends, already shaking this early in the day. "Ngh, hey guys! S-sorry I'm late."
"Dude, where the hell were you? Your dad has been giving us the evil eye for like twenty minutes," Token said.
"O-oh, I'm so sorry! I f-fell asleep in the shower. It was so scary! Jesus! I c- I could've drowned man! Agh!" Tweek screamed, twitching and taking a sip of coffee from his green thermos that read "Tweek Bros. Coffee".
"Chill out, Tweek. You're fine," Craig reassured.
Clyde strolled over to his third best friend, tossing an arm over his shoulders and letting out a sigh.
"Tweek, I have a theory. It's about your whole coffee dilemma. But first: a story," Clyde said.
Token and Craig both let out an irritated sigh and muttered, "Oh, here we go," and started walking to school. Clyde followed behind the two boys, still holding onto Tweek and beginning his story.
"So, yesterday I was rushing to get ready for school. I got up late and everything, so I didn't have time for breakfast. I wanted some hot chocolate, but I didn't have time to make any. I saw my dad had a cup of something hot, which I assumed was hot chocolate, so I chugged it down and ran out the door. Well, it wasn't hot chocolate. It was coffee," Clyde began.
"Does this story have a point to it?" Craig interrupted.
"Yes, Craig. Anyways, I got to school and everything was cool. Then, about half-way through the morning, something happened. I got all jittery and nervous and I started flipping out at the slightest things. I started having a panic attack or something! It was awful. Then lunch came around and after I ate, I was fine. That being said, my theory is that the reason why you're always twitchy and stuff is cuz you hardly eat and run pretty much off caffeine in large doses," Clyde stated, proudly.
Token and Craig exchanged looks, surprised that something Clyde said actually made sense.
"I've... Never thought of that before. That's very smart, Clyde," Token praised.
"Yeah, and I asked my dad about it, and he said that happens to him too when he doesn't eat anything with his coffee. He said even something small like a muffin can help," Clyde said.
"S-so what should I do?" Tweek asked.
"Tweek, I'm putting you on a diet. I want you to eat 3 meals a day, with snacks in between, and cut back on the coffee. When you do drink coffee, eat something first," Clyde instructed.
"O-okay, but do you... Do you really think it'll work? Agh! I mean the help my parents got me never w-worked," Tweek said.
"Dude, therapists aren't going to help a poor diet of caffeine and crackers." Clyde said.
"W-well thanks for helping, Clyde. Ngh! B-by the way... Happy T-Taco Tuesday!" Tweek exclaimed.
"Yes! I can't wait to eat your delicious tacos, Tweek! They're the best thing ever!" Clyde yelled.
Since the beginning of high school, the four boys established two very important events each week: Taco Tuesday and Movie Night Friday. Of course, the boys hung out pretty much every day, but sometimes one or two of them would be doing something else, or they all were busy. Tuesdays and Fridays are mandatory, though, no matter the circumstances. And so far, none of the boys failed to attend a Tuesday or Friday event, which is pretty impressive since now they're seniors.
Fridays alternated between all the boys' houses and someone would volunteer to rent or bring movies to watch. Tuesdays, however, are mostly held at Tweek's house, being that he often made the tacos. It was one of the few things that seemed to calm him down a bit. Cooking became one of his hobbies since he got stuck in Culinary Arts after having to switch out of Debate during his freshman year. No way in hell was he going to speak in front of people every day; that was way too much pressure.
The four friends made their way to South Park High School, which was just down the street from the elementary and middle school. The boys took their place sitting at the large circular 3-tier water fountain in front of the school. They sat on the side facing away from the school, as opposed to Cartman's group, who usually sat on the other side of the fountain.
The two groups of boys used to be good friends when they were little, but drifted apart when they started middle school. No one really remembers why, but they eventually started hating each other. Thus began the rivalry between Team Craig and Team Cartman. Each team competed against each other for nearly everything and never passed up the opportunity to make the other team look stupid.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Captain Asshole and his squad of cheerleaders," Cartman said, approaching Craig, who was sitting between Tweek and Token.
Craig looked up at the pudgy teen, flipping him off and replying, "What the hell do you want?"
"Oh nothing, just to make your life hell," Cartman said smugly. He chuckled as Craig flipped him off again.
Stan and Kyle stood on Cartman's left, looking around awkwardly as Cartman spat more insults towards Craig. Kenny stood on Cartman's right, eyeing Tweek. Tweek started shaking more, knowing Kenny was staring at him, and distracted himself by talking to Clyde about tacos while Craig and Token took turns insulting Cartman.
The school bell dinged, signaling the first class of the day, and Tweek jumped, yelling, "Oh Jesus!" Everyone ignored him, as usual, and Craig gave Cartman a glare.
"First one to home room owes everyone in the other person's group $20," Craig said.
"You're on," Cartman said.
Both the boys took off, heading towards both the gangs' home room. The rest of both groups followed their leader, only more slowly and less enthusiastic. Of course, Craig was the one to win the bet, and by the time the groups got to the classroom, Cartman was laying on the floor, panting, while Craig laughed loudly from his seat in the middle of the classroom.
Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose and helped his chubby friend up while Stan and Kenny took their seats in the back of the room. Tweek sat next to Craig, along with Token and Clyde.
The tardy bell rang and the 12th grade counselor walked into the class. She waited for everyone to get situated and began to speak.
"Good morning, seniors. I'm here to announce that your regular U.S. Government teacher was um... Let go... And that you're getting a new teacher today. Now, some of you may know him, but even if you don't, please make him feel welcome," The guidance counselor, Mrs. Miller said.
The door swooshed open as Mr. Garrison from the elementary school walked in saying, "Hello, class."
Both Cartman and Craig's groups groaned loudly, muttering "great", "oh man", and "are you serious?"
Mr. Garrison had also followed the boys to middle school, teaching drama class. With him, everyone was half and half. He's a very easygoing teacher, but you never learn anything in his class.
"I hope you feel welcome here, Mr. Garrison. Have fun!" Mrs. Miller said, waltzing out of the classroom.
"Well, it looks like we have some familiar faces in here. I know just about all of you from elementary school. My, you've all grown," Mr. Garrison noted.
It was true. Pretty much everyone from elementary school was in this class. Cartman and Craig's gangs, Wendy Testaburger, Bebe Stevens, Butters, Pip, Jimmy Valmer, everyone. They all managed to make it to their senior year of high school together.
"Anyway, let's begin with a group project. I'll pick your partners," Mr. Garrison announced as everyone groaned, sitting at his new desk and writing down partners on his paper. Once he finished, he stood and said, "Okay, first: Bebe and Wendy."
The two best friends cheered and pushed their desks close to each other.
"Then, Timmy and Jimmy." Mr. Garrison continued.
"A-a-alright!" Jimmy exclaimed and pushed his desk toward Timmy.
"Let's see... Uh, Pip and Damien, Eric and Clyde, Craig and Stan, Kenny and Tweek, Token and Kyle..." Mr. Garrison went down his list and then explained the assignment as everyone partnered up. The assignment was to pick and amendment and do a PowerPoint about it.
"This fucking sucks man. He did that shit on purpose," Token said to himself.
"I know he did. Ugh, why couldn't he stay at the middle school?" Kyle asked.
"Right?" Token agreed.
Next to them, Craig was arguing with Stan already, over what amendment to pick. On their other side, Cartman and Clyde were gossiping about Mr. Garrison. Lastly, Tweek and Kenny were at the end, Tweek shaking violently as Kenny observed him.
For whatever reason, most of the boys were able to get along with their rivals. Perhaps it was the feeling of nostalgia that Mr. Garrison brought with him, making all the seniors feel like they were in elementary school again. It was the same teacher and the same classmates in one classroom, once again.
"No way! You like dipping your fries into your milkshake too?" Clyde exclaimed.
"Hells yeah dude, that's like the best taste in the world!" Cartman replied.
Tweek listened in on the boys next to him and giggled to himself. That's Clyde for ya. Start talking food and he'll be your best friend.
Kenny smiled at Tweek's little giggle and cleared his throat. It caused Tweek to jump and shriek, making Kenny chuckle a bit.
"W-what?" Tweek asked.
"What amendment should we do?" Kenny asked.
"U-Umm... Gah! I don't know! Why do- why do I have to pick?" Tweek questioned.
"Chill. We'll think of something. So do you have a partner for that thing in music class yet?"
"W-what thing?"
"Some project the teacher is announcing today."
"Oh, n-no. It'll probably be Craig, though."
Kenny scoffed. "He doesn't even like that class. He's failing."
"How do you know?"
"I have my ways. I love music. We should be partners. I know you love music too."
"Gah! C-Craig would be so mad!"
Tweek looked over at Craig who was still arguing with Stan, and then back at Kenny, who had a smug grin on his face.
"We'll see," Kenny said, and began jotting down ideas for their amendment project.
The rest of the morning classes went by pretty slow. Eventually, lunch came around, and all the students scurried to the cafeteria to sit with their friends at their usual tables. Cartman's table was in the center of the cafeteria, filled with Cartman, Stan, Kyle and Kenny. Craig's table was off to the far right of the cafeteria, near the entrance. It was a perfect view of the whole room, but more importantly, Cartman's table.
Craig, Token and Clyde were already at their table, along with Jimmy. He had decided to sit at Craig's table today. Timmy had the second lunch, so he usually alternated between Craig's table and Cartman's, which both boys found eerie. Nevertheless, Jimmy was a good guy, so neither of the boys really looked too far into it.
Tweek walked towards the table with his lunch tray, shaking as he walked. As he got closer, he stopped, seeing that Jimmy was at the table, sitting in his spot with his crutches taking up the rest of the bench. Tweek shrieked and continued walking to the table.
"H-hey guys," Tweek said, squeezing in at the end of the other side of the table with Clyde, Token and Craig.
No one said anything back to Tweek, except Jimmy who muttered, "H-H-hueh-Hello, Tweek."
The other three boys talked with Jimmy about T.V. shows, gossip they heard, Cartman being fat, and many other things. Tweek's eyes dashed around the cafeteria, avoiding eye contact with the boys. This always happened when Jimmy sat with them; they ignored Tweek. Each morning, Tweek would pray for a solid 5 minutes that Jimmy wouldn't sit with them, so that he could spend time with his friends. What was it about Jimmy that made him so interesting? Because he was funny? Both he and Tweek stuttered a lot; what's the big deal?
Tweek looked down at his food. He never usually ate lunch anyway, but he especially didn't want to eat it now. He decided he'll start his new diet at home. To be honest, he didn't even feel like drinking coffee right now. Without his friends, nothing mattered. Nothing was the same.
The scrawny boy stood up, taking his messenger bag and tray with him to the trash. He threw away his uneaten food, along with the Styrofoam tray, and rushed out of the cafeteria, into the empty hallway. He walked outside, to the back of the school where the Goth kids usually hung out. They didn't bother anyone, and they usually welcomed Tweek into their group when he came out there. But Tweek didn't feel like talking to anyone right now.
Tweek kept walking, heading behind the shed that was used for extra desks. There was no one there, and he could be left alone. He opened the cap of his thermos and dumped out the coffee that was inside. Might as well cut back on coffee, now that he didn't want any. He put the thermos back in his coffee-colored messenger bag that was decorated with buttons of all the things he was into; bands, anime, video games.
He sat on the grass, leaning against the back of the shed. Tears started spilling out of his eyes as he thought about the incident in the cafeteria. I need to find another group to sit with at lunch when Jimmy is at our table, Tweek thought. But who? Nobody likes me. They all think I'm weird. The tears started falling more consistently and Tweek sniffled.
"What's the matter?"
Tweek jumped and quickly wiped his eyes, looking up to find the source of the voice.
"Damien?" Tweek asked.
Damien smiled and said, "What are you doing here? This is my spot."
"O-oh God," Tweek replied, "I-I'm so sorry!"
"Chill out. It's fine," Damien stated, taking a seat next to Tweek.
Just as Damien sat down, the bell rang. He let out a frustrated grunt as Tweek giggled and stood up, offering his hand to Damien and helping him up. Tweek smiled at Damien and began walking to class, Damien in tow behind him.
"Hold up, Tweek. We're going to the same class. I'll walk with you and you can tell me why you were crying," Damien said, running to catch up with Tweek. Man was he a fast walker.
Damn it, Tweek thought, I was hoping he'd drop it. But Damien was a persistent guy, and if there was something he wanted to know, he'd find out. Everyone thought he was scary and mean, but it was quite the contrary. There just didn't seem to be any people that were worth his time, besides Pip who was pretty much his only friend.
"So you gonna explain or what?" Damien asked, walking alongside Tweek.
Tweek sighed and said, "My f-friends ignored me a-at lunch because Jimmy sat with us."
"Wow, assholes. Want me to set them on fire?" Damien asked.
"GAH! W-WHAT?" Tweek exclaimed, twitching a bit.
"No, but seriously, you should ignore them too. If they're gonna be like that, then give them a taste of their own medicine," Damien said.
"B-But today is Taco Tuesday." Tweek pleaded.
"The hell is that?" Damien asked.
"I m-make tacos for the guys and they c-come over to my place." Tweek explained.
Damien nodded and leaned down to whisper in Tweek's ear what he wanted him to do to get back at Craig and the other two boys for how they treated Tweek. Tweek thought it over and decided to give in to what Damien instructed, mostly due to the fear of getting set on fire.
"Has anyone else heard from Tweek yet? He usually texts me when the tacos are done," Craig said, walking to Tweek's house with Clyde and Token.
"Nope. Nothing. He didn't talk to me in 7th period," Clyde replied.
"Yeah, he was practically clinging to that Damien kid in music class, and Damien wouldn't let me speak to him. I was supposed to do a project with Tweek, but Damien claimed him as his partner. I was so mad, dude," Craig stated.
The three boys walked up to Tweek's house, stopping in front of the door. There were three plates on the ground wrapped in saran wrap, and inside were 3 tacos on each plate along with each of the boys' names on an index card. The sloppy print on the index cards indicated that Tweek was the one that wrote on them, and probably was the one that set the plates outside.
"The hell?" Craig exclaimed, handing the plates to Clyde and knocking on the door.
Mrs. Tweak opened the door with a smile on her face and said, "Oh, hello boys. Something I can help you with?" When she spoke, she mostly directed her words at Token and Clyde. She was never really fond of Craig; she believed he was a bad influence on Tweek.
"Yeah, where the hell is Tweek?" Craig asked.
Mrs. Tweak gave Craig a look for using the word "hell" and said, "He's at a friend's house. Oh what was his name…? Damien? Yes, Damien. Nice boy."
Sensing the rage Craig was building up, Token chimed in saying, "Thank you, Mrs. Tweak. Have a nice day," and grabbed Craig's arm, leading the boy onto the sidewalk.
"This is war," Craig declared through gritted teeth.
A/N: I like how everyone kept telling Tweek to "chill out" xD.
Reviews would be appreciated, but if not, that's okay too. Let me know about what you liked or didn't like, or any improvements that should be made, or suggestions for the story.
Thanks for reading!