AN: I'MMMMMMMMMMMMM BAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK ! You didn't expect me to be alive. No? Haha, well I am!
Anywoo! I would to thank punkxrockxkid for the wonderful story idea! I've had bad writers block. It sucked very much. But, I have writers block no more, yay!
So without Further ado, I bring you
Opposites Attract... Sort of...
Even when we were in elementary school there were cliques. However, I was never in one until high school.
The summer before my freshman year began, everyone started to flock towards me. The Goths wanted to make ME a Goth; the nerds thought I was smart so they started to talk to me. Some of the jocks that I've known since preschool even invited me to play sports with them because I'm so good at running and I'm great at aiming too.
But, in the end, I hung out with the slacker pot heads. Why? Well...I'm not sure why. I guess they were the most chill people I knew, and they were very understanding. Of course, every now and then we would get busted, but that was the least of my worries
I had a crush on the star basketball player, Stan marsh. Now it doesn't sound bad, but then again... you don't know who I am.
I am Tweek Tweak.
Everyone, besides the druggies, see me as a total freak. Sure, I mellowed out a lot since third grade but everyone still sees me as the same spazzy blonde I was at nine. That's okay though. It's not the biggest problem. You see I am boy, and Stan is boy…meaning this is my biggest problem.
On top of that Stan has girlfriend. Wendy Testaburger.
Here I am in secondperiod, Chemistry, my worst subject. But hey, I can make C in this class. What? You think that since I do drugs I don't care about school work? Well I do, I make straight A's in most every class.
Anyway, I just blew up mine and Craig's lab.
Ms. Rhoda sighs. "Way to go pot head. Now we have to evacuate the school again." Most of my classmates cheered and patted me on back, though a few were pissed.
On our way out of the building Cartman walked up to me and few of my friends. He slapped my back nearly knocking me over. "God Spazz, you should know to combine chemicals right. You have meth lab in your basement, no?"
Craig flipped off the lineman; he huffed and walked away. "Fatass annoys the hell out of me." Craig stated in his usual monotone voice. I can only nod.
Kenny casually walks up to us, hood up and hands shoved into his pocket. "Sup guys, what Cartman want?"
Craig rolled his eyes, "Just harassing us as usual."
Kenny nods in an understanding fashion; we finally do exit the school and brace the cold fall air. Quickly we gravitate to our usual spot, the courtyard. The principal knows we sit out on lawn and smoke, but he doesn't care anymore. He just sends us to office when the board of education wants to come inspect school.
Marley, Mole, Token and Damian wave at us as we take our seats on grass and start to talk about our day. Marley contently takes a drag off his joint and smiles. "I'm guessing you started this."
I blush; I do this at least once a week. I mutter a soft, "Yes." The freshman smiles and says, "Good job."
We lean against the wall for who knows how long, then the intercom comes on, saying that everyone can go home for the day.
"I'm going down to Starks Pond, any takers?" Kenny asks, jingling his keys.
Token and Damian decline, saying that they were gonna go bang their girlfriends in the backseat in a few minutes. Marley and Mole agree to go and head towards Kenny's car.
Craig looks over to me, his eyes silently questioning, "Naa... I have to go work. My shift starts in two hours. If I show up stoned again the boss will fire me, maybe next time." Kenny shrugs and heads back towards his car.
Craig gets to his feet, then turns to help me up. Once I'm level, he gives me a bro hug and walks off, thus leaving me alone in the courtyard.
-An hour and half later-
"Shit, shit, shit, shit." I mutter to myself. For the past hour I've been trying to start my piece of crap '74 Mustang, but with no luck. I leaned into the hood of my car trying to figure out if it could be engine problem when someone came up behind me. "Need some help dude?"
I turn around to find none other than my crush, Stan Marsh, standing behind me. I straighten up too quickly and hit my head on hood. "Fuck" I cry out. That's gonna hurt like a bitch in the morning.
Stan laughs and lazily wraps an arm around my shoulder and pats my forehead. "I'll take that as a yes. What's the deal?"Pushing him away I explain my problems. But before I finish he walked away, leaving me alone once again.
"Shit, he probably thinks I'm retarded or something. Damn it. My one chance to talk to him and he walks away…way to go Tweek." I sigh and lean against the driver's door. Today sucks…
I close my eyes for a moment, only to have them rip back open to the revving of a truck engine.I look up to see a certain raven smiling at me from the window of a triple BC (Big Black Block Chevvy). "Hop in Tweekers." I grab my messenger bag and jump into his truck.
"Thanks so much, Stan." I smile as he sets truck in motion.
He smiles back, "Were to?" He asks as we leave school grounds.
"Harbucks, my shift starts in...FUCK I ONLY HAVE FOUR MINUTES TO GET TO HARBUCKS! I'M GONNA GET FIRED, THEN I WONT BE ALBE TO EARN MY PARENTS WILL SELL ME IN SLAVERY! WHAT IF-" I yell, grasping at my hair.
"Whoa, whoa, Tweek. It's ok," Stan cuts my panic attack short, "I can get you there on time." he places a hand on my leg, eliciting little shocks of pleasure to course through my veins. I start to feel the pit of my stomach start to burn and my groin growing against my jeans.
Good thing I'm wearing baggy cargo pants, otherwise my little problem would be painfully obvious. Throughout the three minute ride Stan didn't remove his hand; instead he started to rub my thigh with his thumb. I'm guessing this was supposed to comfort me, but it only made me much nervous.
We pulled into the harbucks parking lot; I say a quick thank you and jump out of truck. I clocked in on time with just seconds before I would be considered 'late'. I pulled an apron over my messy green dress shirt and proceeded to make and serve coffee to my costumers.
Little did I expect to see Stan seated at the table closest to the check out register. I squeaked a little and tensed up. I had no clue why he was in here, but I was happy he was. What if he liked me? What if he wanted to ask me out?
WHAT IF HE WANTED TO RAPE ME! MAYBE HES WORKING WITH THE CIA IN A BIG PLOT TO DESTROY- "Umm...Sir?" I snapped out of my thoughts, I looked down to see that I had spilled all over this chick. "Holy shit ma'am I'm so sorry. Let me get you a new cup of coffee... sorry..." She smiled in a freaky way. You know, one of those 'I totally want to get in your pants' kinds of ways.
Once I had fixed that problem I made my way over to the register to take some orders. It was only me working at Harbucks. Well Kevin was supposed to be working, but let's just say he was working in another way. Anyways, I had just got done taking an order when Stan walks up to me.
"Hey Tweekers, when is your break?" Stan leaned against the counter, closing the distance between us. I twitched a little, and pulled back to take sip of coffee.
"In few minutes," I explained. Stan pushed himself off counter then sat back down at table and waited patiently for me to go on break.
Rushing back into the storage room I find Kevin snoozing on a bag of coffee beans, a Playboy covering the eldest McCormick's face. I gave him a swift kick to the gut, causing the brunette to wake and fall of the mountain of coffee bags."What? Can't you see I was sleeping?" Kevin groaned. I kick him again for good measure.
"I'm going on break, time for you to work."I state.
Kevin looks up to me quizzically, "You never take breaks, Tweek."
"Well tonight is different. Now get off your lazy ass and work for a few minutes."
Kevin smirks, he can see through just about anyone. It's a trait I think all McCormick's have, that and seducing anyone they glance at. "Oh I get it." He stands up, wiping the wrinkles out of his apron. "Stan is here isn't he?"
I blush, "No-no-none of your business." He laughs, and walks out to the store. "Fine, but you owe me for this."
"I don't owe you anything, lazy ass!" I punch him as I walk over to Stan's table.
I take a seat and smile at the raven, assessing his face. He has beautiful eyes, a perfect crystal blue with little purple flicks towards the pupil. He has ink black hair that falls over his eyes, it looked so soft. I would love to run my fingers though his hair…and those lips, a pale pink...I would give anything to kiss them.
"So Tweek." Said raven broke me from my thoughts. I took a sip of my liquid joy, and then smiled, one in which he returned. "Are you dating anyone?" I shook my head. "Good, me either..." this was followed a comfortable silence.
After a while he looked up, gazing into my own coffee colored eyes he said, "Wanna come out to my car?"
I twitched, afraid out what he wanted from me, "w-w-why?"
The noirette chuckled, "I'm not going to rape you or anything. I just need to tell you something. Something I think would be better heard in private." I nodded, still a little unsure of what he wanted from me, and I followed him outside anyways.
He opened the door, allowing me entrance into his truck. Once inside, we both stared at each other awkwardly. "Listen Tweek, this might sound a little bit strange but...umm...I was just wondering if maybe...you would…fuck this." His lips crashed down on mine. I couldn't move at all, I was completely frozen from shock.
Stan pulled back, looking into my eyes for something. "Will you date me?"
"YES!" I blurted out before I could think.
Stan wrapped an arm around me and rested his head comfortably on top of mine. "Ha…I didn't think you would say yes, you know since I barely ever talk to you and we are both guys and all..."
I leaned into his warmth, unable to completely grasp what was going on. "I never thought you would like me, since you were dating Wendy. And you're basketball player…and I'm a pot head."
Stan kissed my hair. "I've liked you for a long time, remember back in freshman year when we tried to get you to be on basketball team? I did that because I wanted to be near you. But then you started to hang with pot heads and we didn't really get talk much anymore."
I nodded. "Today has been such a good day."
"Agreed."
AN: Thanks much for reading this much. :) Just letting you know, this will be a multi chappie fic, much more drama to come, just wait and see.
This story is dedicated to punkxrockxkid :) Many thanks to her. :):):):):):)