Track: Devil May Cry by the Weeknd
CRAIG
Summary: Maybe you don't really know someone whom you've been friends with for as long as you can remember until you've seen them in a new light. That's when you truly discover all the beautiful details of art which makes them who they are and then you can't help but fall in love.
"People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out but when the darkness sets in,their try beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within." -Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
The idea of adventures made death seem appealing. Perhaps that's because I was a cynical bastard.
That's why I had distaste for my senior year of high school, the most anticipated year of school which could also be the most stressful for exemplary academic overachievers. Fortunately for me, college wasn't anywhere near my plans. Not in the near future anyways, because honestly fuck that extra school bullshit.
Sure one might need a basic college degree to make a decent earning to pay nasty adult necessities like taxes or whatever else there may be. However, until I absolutely needed more years of schooling, I personally planned to live out of my parent's house, dining off of pizza rolls and hot pockets like I've been doing the my past seventeen years. And honestly, it didn't sound like such a bad idea.
Don't get me wrong, my life wasn't complete shit. I had a decent family which consisted of a hard working father, house wife mother, and a little sister. You know the cliche American family, picture perfect. Despite the fact that my father, shown by his evident beer belly, had a slightly (large) drinking problem.
Laura Tucker, my mom, played the role of the loving wife and mother, with exceptions. She always gave attitude complaining about every task she had to do that none of us would. I mean she devoted her life to clean and cook so what did she expect of us?
My little sister, Tricia, wasn't exactly the straight 'A' perfect daughter, but in comparison to me she was pretty much better than I'd ever be.
Despite our different interests and isolated attitudes towards each other, my sister and I somehow got along.
The strawberry blonde was currently going through a phase of wanting to be left alone to her own device and "friends", but I always made attempts to irritate her to see her priceless reactions .
I always made an effort to slip into her room whenever she was facetiming one of her young pre-teen friends, and I enjoyed laying on her bed, dying of laughter every time her small sticks for arms would attempt to shove my tall body off her tickle-me-pink bed sheets.
Besides my family, I had plenty of friends around my age. There was Clyde, Token, Jimmy, and Tweek, whom I'd always managed to hang around with since about 4th grade.
Although, I noticeably wasn't the most social butterfly in the garden, I always had the issue of glancing at my dry phone for any notifications besides about the one update I'd be ignoring for weeks. So I guess you could say, yeah I was a "loner" and I really wouldn't have mind some company to fill my solo wolf heart. If you were desperate enough to even say that.
I prefered saying I was alone and quite happy with that. I could deal with my loser friends for such an extent of time before I needed to find some silence.
Yet somehow, I found myself walking through the messy, most likely shitted upon, aisles of PetSmart with my petite blonde friend who had offered the idea of a pet as a solution to my so called "loneliness."
I took a deep sniff of the actually shitted upon heavy scent of the store, dying inside upon the heavy scent of feces filling my nostrils. The only thought going through my brain was why in the world had I agreed to come to a pet store. At eight fucking pm, nonetheless, when my favorite show in the world was currently on.
I glanced over at Tweek, who was walking beside me, twitching due to his over caffeinated system. He had this deal where unless he was hyped up on espresso, he just couldn't function well. Just watching the poor coffee bean shake made me a little anxious myself, mostly out of pity. After all these years, I was hardly phased.
The only reason I was in that position in the first place was because the blonde had texted me offering a solution to my introverted loneliness: a pet. Maybe it was because I was feeling a little lonely or the lack of an excuse to get out of the situation, that I ended up picking up him up and driving us both to the store.
He always dressed like he was a malfunctioning robot. He tended to wear thin, baggy shirts that swallowed his short figure. He weighed a bit more than me, but his pale skin showed through his incorrectly buttoned shirt, making him look ghostly.
Tweek always looked... well certainly not pleasing, but don't get me wrong, he was kind of harsh around the edges. Basically he appeared like art, meaning he was unique, detailed, and open for personal interpretation.
He'd always made me feel like I should protect him, to wrap my jacket over his frail, shivering body. He wasn't necessarily helpless, a little awkward. His parents had chosen to fill him up with espresso to calm his ADD behavior, but it only ever revealed to make him more spastic.
He had always been one of my closest friends, despite how little we actually had a conversation. However, when he asked for a favor I could never say no. I never gave fucks about a lot, except when it came to my friends.
Now here we were, hands stuck into my blue hoodie pockets, eyes glancing from under my warm chullo to look at the lines of cages and cases of animals of different varieties.
"L-look Craig-Ack! That cat there looks just like you." The male beside me stuttered, pointing towards a wooden box holding a small black adult cat laying back against the confines of the room. The pet had a facial expression of absolute boredom and discontent, a resting bitch face, similar to my usual expression, That caused me to feel the animal's own regrets and self loathing through their piercing green eyes.
"Shut up, Tweek, I'd be pretty pissed too if I was trapped behind a glass." I muttered, glancing at the other cats and dogs along the aisle.
None of the animals really caught my interest. My parents weren't very keen at the idea of a pet ever in our lives, so a large pet wouldn't really be the best idea after all. My sister had always begged to have a puppy, but I knew regardless that I'd be stuck being the one to dish out the cash for expensive large bags of dog food and puppy pads until the animal was potty trained.
Everything seemed like a huge hassle. I could barely take care myself on a good day, much less another living being.
We continued walking along looking at each case one by one viewing its inhabitants. Each one earning a subtle side comment from Tweek as we examined each creature.
"What's in here?" The shaky boy inquired, leaning in close to the glass of the small domicile with an apparent reptile living in a dark themed case with many plants.
I leaned in myself, to try and see what indeed was living in the mini ecosystem only to catch a sight of a small bug.
"A cricket? Why would a cricket live in a place like this? Unless-" I was cut off immediately as a small reptile appeared only to catch the smaller animal upon its tongue, resulting in the anxious teen beside me to jump in surprise with a slight shriek.
Having been accustomed to the odd reactions, I only slightly jumped myself before letting out a light chuckle.
"Maybe I should get a lizard," I announced only to be thrown a flabbergasted expression.
"Oh Jesus man, that's too much to worry about! They're so gross and shed their skin. The only thing that you'd have in common is the fact you're both cold blooded." Tweek explained earning another chuckle from me, as we continued walking.
At the beginning of the next aisle were cases filled with smaller rodent type animals that immediately piqued my interest. When thinking of a pet, I'd always instantly pictured a simple cat or dog. However, I've never stopped to consider an animal that I could keep in a little cage.
My green eyes skimmed over the names of different creatures within temporary homes. They held different signs reading various types of hamsters, gerbils, mice, rats, and other rodents.
On the outer corner held a large container with two small colorful igloos. Out of curiosity, I bent down a bit to peek into the small shelter to see the creature inside. It was a small little white, black, and brown striped animal that I could only assume was a guinea pig without reading the label.
"Do you like the guinea pig?" Tweek inquired beside me, confirming the type of animal we were viewing.
"Yeah, but what does it do?"
Upon hearing his question, an employe with long brown hair practically skipped over to us bright customer friendly smile adorned her face.
"Great question," the young woman began, moving the shelf to unlock to cage from the back. "Guinea pigs are my absolute favorite animals, they are much more social and calm than all the other rodents. They're basically like a small cat or dog." She said with a voice so sickeningly sweet, I felt concerned.
The worker picked up the exact one I'd had been gazing at, gently, dismissing the other few pigs in the cage. She clutched it to her chest as it slightly struggled trying to escape from her grasp.
"They can eat fruits and vegetables, but most of their diet consists of hay. Although they do lack vitamin C, as humans do. Due to that, they need to be given vitamin supplements or given an orange to provide them the nutrients."
Upon hearing the new information, Tweek and I both shared an unsure glance looking for a response from the other to confirm if we should indeed take the animal.
"Would you like to hold her?" The employee asked, holding the small creature out towards me.
The offer was very tempting, seeing as the little guinea pig looked like a big cuddly cotton ball. It would be rude of me to refuse.
Almost upon instinct, I reached my arms to take the small animal into my palms. I copied the woman's previous actions in clutching the creature to his chest tightly.
The guinea pig struggled uncomfortably in the new set of arms it was placed in, spreading its claws in search of stability. Each movement, making it's claws sink into my chest and arms. After it settled down, it nuzzled its soft head comfortably into my grip. With my free hand, I slowly petted the smooth fur watching as it slightly shed tiny hairs onto my hoodie and hands.
The blonde watched as he furrowed his brow in thought, probably considering the guinea pig. Upon seeing the small creature I was already content and sure of my decision, but any animal came with a bunch of responsibilities. That was the one long list that would be the hardest part to get the hang of.
"Is it a boy… or girl?" Tweek asked blinking hard, looking between the employee and I.
"We only carry girls here, so they won't mate." She said with a slight smile, which for some reason caused a small blush to cover his cheeks in embarrassment.
"Well I like her," I said happily with a wide smile revealing my elated attitude.
I had no clue as to why I was so thrilled over something so small, but the feeling the guinea pig's raspy little breaths and heart race against my hands seemed to have awoken something within me. For some reason, the fluffy creature had already caused me to begin to feel like a whole new person.
I mean I'm not a an entirely depressed or angry motherfucker, but it did take a lot to make me grin like an idiot, like right then. The little fuzz ball had already dug her way into my normally cold heart.
We both looked at each other, and Tweek couldn't help but smile as did I. We had unanimously confirmed our selection with the animal upon first glance with a simple case of love at first sight.
Despite the fact that it was better to buy guinea pigs in pairs, we could barely afford one along with all it's necessities. For such a small animal, it required a shit ton of items and parts.
When we had first arrived at the register, I had the thought that I'd be buying an animal all by myself for my family to house. However, on the walk to the register with the currently boxed animal, Tweek and I had talked over the plan.
He had mentioned how he hadn't had a pet since his parrot died when he was younger, and he had been afraid to love a new animal since then.
Since the whole idea was to get me a pet, had been his idea in the first place, I coined the idea of us basically sharing custody of the guinea pig. He said that he wouldn't ever be able to keep it at his house, because his OCD parents would flip with all the space and mess required to house the pet. It apparently needed a lot of space to roam.
We had both agreed to keep her at my house in which he could visit whenever he wanted, and we would share the cost for her.
The price alone emptied both of our wallets as we split the money between the two of us. Either way, we both knew no matter the amount, the result of having a new companion would be worth it.
We spent about forty minutes alone trying to read the instructions to make the playpen in my basement and the cage on the dresser. Plus another few hours trying to assemble it, since Tweek was too jittery to help a whole lot. He was too scared of messing up or hurting me during the process of putting it all together.
After much hard work, at about one in the morning, we were finally able to kick back on the dark cement of my garage floor. We contently watched the small creature run around and popcorn in excitement of her new home.
"What should we name her?" Tweek asked, reaching out a shaky hand to pet the animal eating the hay in her pen.
I stared longingly at the guinea pig with a considering glance, shrugging in response after slight hesitation. I honestly had no clue as to what name could possibly encapse such a creature that brought upon so much happiness to me.
I was the last person on Earth to ever settle for some cliche name like Hope or Faith, though.
"How about Titty Sprinkles?" I inquired with a slight chuckle, thinking my clever name was obviously the title coming out of my mouth deemed it brilliant and worthy of our pet.
Tweek only responded with a twitch of his eye, which he pretty much always looked at me with. His expression didn't really give any indication of his emotions, besides the fact he didn't really find it amusing, seeing as he wasn't laughing.
We sat in almost complete silence, minus his nervous mumbling to himself, until the blonde asked, "How about Stripe? I-I mean she does has stripes, and it's a simple name."
I tossed a puzzled look with a raised eyebrow, "That sounds gay," I scoffed.
The blonde pursed his lip, turning back to the pet. Assumingly hurt from his name choice being turned down.
After a few minutes, I finally decided to say fuck it and agree with a, "Fine, Stripe it is." Since I didn't have any better ideas myself.
After our decision was made, I grabbed a sheet of wrinkled construction paper from the floor beside me and with a sharpie I wrote, "Stripe" on the sheet before signing Tweek and I's names under it as her parents. Once we were satisfied with the sign, I taped the paper onto the outer edge of cage confirming the name of her as if it was a birth certificate.
An "official" document to a moment of true happiness in my boring life, that I would have loved to remember for the rest of my life. The adoption of my baby, Stripe Tweak-Tucker.
I awoke to bright lights and pressure on my shoulder from someone beside me, making me question, where the fuck was I? I harshly turned to the right to see who it was beside me to find the face of one of my closest friends.
"Hey dude, we are here, get off." The brunette beside me announced with a slightly harsher shove.
"Fuck off Clyde," I responded hastily.
Usually I acted a lot more calmer to the poor dude, but I was known to get pretty pissy when I had less than at least seven hours of sleep. I'm sure he understood why the mood, because he was used to it by then.
I quickly slung my dark backpack over my shoulder and sat up to look through the window at the new surroundings.
Disappointingly discovering that I had just arrived at the long behold South Park high school, and I wasn't enjoying the sweet confines of my soft bed sheets.
My hand gripped the handle to the car door as our friend, Token, parked his fancy black BMW in the student parking lot.
Every few days we'd agree to carpool with each other in order to preserve gas, but the responsibility mostly fell on Token to drive since he was rich enough to afford a nice car. Clyde's, was basically a cheap piece of trash on wheels, much like him. It somehow made my own cheap passed down KIA look like the batmobile.
Once we parked, I opened the back seat door with a quick motion, jumping out the vehicle. When my sneakers hit the pavement a sigh of disappointment escaped my throat.
Whenever we took the richer of the three's vehicle, it was an official rule that we both had to sit in the back. Clyde and I always used to race to the vehicle in order to fight over shotgun,
We really couldn't help it much, I was a competitive son of a bitch and Clyde loved any sort of game. Unfortunately for him, he was chubby and always lost to me because his heavy breathing prevented him from going all that fast. Despite him being in athletics and me being a lazy fuck.
After constant losses, he cried and whined for Token to make me create a pact for us to both sit in the back. That was the only resolution that would avoid blood spilt over the passenger seat.
As the rest of the passengers exited the car after me, I stuck my hands into my pockets to calm the unending nerves caused by pretty much everything about the school day.
It was the first day of Stripe being home alone with me being at school, and every inch of my mind was worrying about he'd cope with being so lonely. If only we could have afforded to buy him a companion then I wouldn't have been so concerned.
To distract myself, I was focused on waiting on the sidewalk for my friends to catch up, before deciding to stick in earbuds to listen to a random choice of music.
With my mind preoccupied between the guinea pig I missed and my fellow parent of the baby, I just wanted to drown out my surroundings. That's always what seemed to make the day go by faster.
I listlessly thumbed through the many playlists on my music app before settling on a certain song I'd been singing in my head since I rolled out of bed that morning.
It wasn't like I had a song I normally sung stuck in my head. It was more like those weird instances where I was humming a song I hadn't heard in years, but it decided to engulf my mind.
"Dude, Panic! At the Disco? I know you pride yourself on your edginess, but your alternative rock choices don't have to be so cliche." A new voice chimed in from beside me, causing me to toss a glance to his left.
"Shut up, dude. I have this song stuck in my head right now." I responded to Token, giving him my middle finger before maxing out the volume on my device.
I wanted nothing more than to be left alone, but I still felt bad doing him like that. Sure, Clyde deserved my bad attitude from time to time, but Token was the saint of our trio.
I saw both Clyde and Token look at each other, probably about my temper, but I dismissed the thought. I'd think about apologizing later when I was more awake, if I remembered. Of course, we real tight so they didn't usually receive my rude side towards them as much as I directed it towards others.
Mainly my monotone and satire humor was directed at them, but they were more than used to that by now.
"What's up with him today?" The darker skinned one inquired with a raised brow.
"I don't know, he's been having a pissy fit all morning. More than usual at least." I heard Clyde mumble with his nasally dialect as we continued our path silently to the school cafeteria.
I dismissed their conversation entirely, so I wouldn't think of retorting and making the situation worse.
School was literally the epitome of all my most hated ideas thrown into a one large poorly built establishment. Labor inducing adults, excessive drama, and annoying people who could never keep their voices down.
The whole concept of public school could make anyone groan in frustration, and I rightfully did so every day I showed up. If it hadn't been my last year attending, and I had a choice, I would have happily dropped out in a heartbeat.
As I tuned out the world to the catchy and overplayed tune of Brendon Urie's vocals singing I Write Sins Not Tragedies, my lips slightly parted to lip sync to each lyric as if to distract from the scenery of rowdy teenagers laughing and chatting with friends. Everyone seemed so happy all the fucking time for no good reason at all, it didn't make much sense.
Maybe I was having a moody morning. Not that I was a moody person, I preferred not to care excessively about a topic that wasn't worth the effort.
If something was deemed pointless to me, then it automatically assumed a "fuck you." School had rightfully reached that level by my first day of kindergarten.
Once our group finally neared the empty cafeteria table we usually sat at, we were met with our other member, Jimmy Valmer, who'd been waiting for our arrival. He gave us a small greeting as we all took their respective seats at the table.
My usual school group included us four who were seated and Tweek Tweak. We all got along rather functionally for a group of misfits, I guess you could say. That's because we were all a bit socially awkward in our own ways, besides with each other.
Clyde Donovan was a try hard, who always ended up embarrassing himself in the process of trying to get a date than actually getting some. Ever since he was in elementary and his mom died of a horrific accident, he'd had an empty void in him.
He tried to fill his mommy issues with the thought of another woman, but for the poor brunette, fate had yet to be on his side with such a matter.
I always tried to help him get through the tough times without her by being by his side, but I couldn't ever do really much. I still tried to show I cared, nonetheless, even though showing love to friends wasn't my strong suit.
I did love the poor guy, no homo, he was one of my bestest friends and he'd always been there for me. Despite our competitive relationship and constant teasing of another.
Sure, he'd told us about the few hookups and girlfriends he'd temporarily kept throughout the years, and we believed him. Yet none of the choice of girls would seem to stay with him for long, leaving Clyde to feel abandoned once again at the end of each day.
However, he had the biggest heart in our whole friend group and was very in tune with his emotions. He was a brave soul, in the sense that he didn't let his masculinity get in the way. If the boy needed to cry, he'd let it all out without shame.
Token Black was the most level headed of the group, and that wasn't saying too much since our group wasn't entirely that troublesome. He was without a doubt the richest teen in the whole town, much less whole school.
Not to mention that his family made up half the population of African American people in the town, and the other fifty percent belonged to his girlfriend, Nicole Daniel's family. Which I had to agree was pretty sad, even for a small redneck town.
All in all, he was a pretty calm guy. He cared for all of his friends and classmates and didn't put up with any unnecessary crap. He is very intelligent and was willing to work hard in life. He has big dreams for the future, and a sweet and healthy relationship he maintained as well.
Jimmy Valmer, was about the last of the IDGAF squad. He has been handicap since a child, but to him that was just a trivial thing about him. His personality was half comedic jokes and the other half… Well pretty much one hundred percent cheesy and occasionally hilarious jokes.
He seemed to hang around our group from time to time, but sometimes drifted on his own or to his other friends since he was very extroverted.
They were pretty much all of my friends friends plus Tweek. The amount of things that could possibly explain the timid blonde boy, could write a novel itself.
He occasionally would hang around my choice of friends, but more often than not he'd wander off to be alone, that I was aware of.
He usually skipped lunch in the cafeteria to go to his parents' owned business to get some coffee and possibly lunch there. The blonde refused to be around so many people at a time if he had a choice. And I didn't blame him due to his anxiety with any social situation. It would be pretty nice to escape the annoyed and judgemental glances he received because of his odd outbursts.
Our "IDGAF" group were about the only people that didn't mind his obsessive coffee addictions, fidgeting, and stories of outrageous possibilities. We are all about the same amount of quirky, so we were immune to it.
I gave a slight wave as I sat down, throwing my bag upon the table. As the song on my phone finally ended, I quickly pulled out my device to skim through my music selections.
People tended to stereotype me to be one of the most edgy fuckers in the town, but honestly I believed I was far from that image. Sure I enjoyed some alternative albums as much as the next person, but my music taste was honestly so screwed up I couldn't even put it under a specific genre. I enjoyed anything from classical piano and indie music to a variety of musicals.
People who wore band shirts always seemed to silently piss me off to no extent, because half the douches didn't even seem to know how easy it was to listen to their music if they hadn't before. I mean, if you're going to wear the damn hoodie, at least try and listen to a song or two.
It was plain out dumb, but then again I viewed everyone that way besides my close friends. I wasn't an emotional dick, but I knew better than to give a shit about anyone who wouldn't care the same for me.
After selecting a playlist quickly, I stuffed my head onto my backpack to rest before the first period bell would inevitably ring. I essentially knew it was dumb to relish the few minutes before I had to get back up, but I craved sleep more than anything in the world at the moment.
All I could remember was the faint sounds of Clyde enthusiastically spouting about something and the bass line of my music before I fell into a much needed slumber.
Four periods later, I was back to the exact same spot for lunch. The few hours had gone by in a blur, with me barely remembering most it as per usual. I was so exhausted that I didn't even feel mentally there at school, just physically.
A slight shove caused my attention to shift from staring into the groves of the table to look into my friend's eyes beside me.
"Dude, what's wrong? You're more distant than usual." Token's voice calmly inquired with a worried expression. He always meant well, so I had to mentally tell my mind to tone down the exhaustion before responding.
"Yeah, just didn't get much sleep last night. Tweek stayed the night, and we spent most of it with our new pet we bought. Now I just feel beyond shit." I mumbled, willing my body to sit up from my lying position.
Just before he could reply, a loud startling noise shook the table. The group's eyes shifted to find a larger boy with his palms plastered down with sheets of paper as the source of commotion.
"Sorry to interupt your gay story telling, Craig, but I've got invitations for you all to come to the sickest party of the weekend." The large figure bellowed with a laugh.
"What the fuck, Cartman? You think we give a shit?" I immediately retorted, pissed about the gay comment the fatass had distastefully decided to include.
The brunette only wrinkled his nose in disgust at most likely me in general. We had always a very mutual hatred towards another for proper reason. Most of which included Eric Cartman's entire friend group of three others being the cause of every bad situation I'd been involved in.
They were the most annoying quartet in the world , and I knew better than to be pulled into their shit again.
"When is it?" Clyde asked excitedly, with a shit eating grin on his face. He was always one to jump at the chance for some fun and alcohol, because we hardly ever went to any sort of shitface party. We occasionally enjoyed a few beers, at most, while playing video games at Token's.
"Haha, well actually your whole asshole club can only come under one condition," the heavier boy said with a mischievous smirk. However, his comment didn't surprise any of us. He always had a selfish reason behind everything he did and asked for.
"W-which is what?" The last member of the party asked with a stutter as he moved his crutches to sit facing Cartman.
"If Token will play the bass on guitar hero for us."
The whole table went silent in confusion. Since when did guitar hero go in the same sentence of a sick high school party?
"Are you serious? Why are you even still playing that old game?" The dark skinned boy asked, evidently confused at the request.
He was a master of the bass, and everyone knew that for a fact. He hadn't learned until the larger male had asked him to join a Christian rock band in elementary, stereotyping Token to be able to play due to his skin color. He was correct in the Token's spontaneous ability in that scenario. Yet, playing the bass guitar and a fake one for a video game were a different story
" do it and you can all come. Trust me, my mom is out of town and we've got a good alcohol connection." The brunette said trying to convince the teens.
Clyde only looked between Token and Cartman's faces before making a puppy dog face at the richer boy.
Unfortunately, we'd all been influenced and trapped into Cartman's antics before and perhaps even enjoyed the creative games as a child. By high school though is when we finally became smart enough to avoid the group of troublemakers he was apart of. Including Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, and Kenny McCormick.
Although, poor Clyde was a sucker for any type of adventure and an excuse to escape his lonely house of just him and his father. I knew that's why the brunette would literally agree to even hang out with the douche trio than wallow alone at his house. You couldn't help but take pity of him.
"Dude please, you know there's a girl out there waiting for me and how I've been trying to get some ass before prom this year." The teary eye boy pleaded with a pout. His choice of words made me gag, with the unnecessary mental image.
I did my best to toss him a glare that Clyde would be able to easily read as, "I don't give a flying fuck about your horny ass."
"It's a Cartman party, the only woman who will be there is Kyle," I said maintaining an expression completely void of emotion. I gave myself a pat on the back at such a hilarious remark, insulting the Jewish boy's femininity.
"Fine, screw you guys. Forget the offer, we don't need a black member anyways." Cartman announced proudly without an ounce of remorse for the blatant racism.
"Shut up Cartman, this is why I wasn't going to go," Token groaned.
My stoic heart couldn't help but feel empathy for how the most valuable member of the table was acting, lifting a certain finger to the hefty boy.
"Fuck you guys, but Jimmy you should still come and hook us up." Cartman grunted, stating an offer for a selfish purpose once again. Obviously referring to drugs and which Jimmy always bragged about having access to, ecstasy specifically.
"Y-you got it, I'll be th-th-there." He replied, stuttering with a confident smile.
With that remark, the notorious fatass thumped his way back to his own table, causing the rest of us to be relieved of the literal weight on our shoulders.
Except for Clyde, of course, who was very hurt that his so called friends would betray his wishes like that. But he should have known that we were looking out for him.
There was a fine line between going to a party to drink and have fun and going to a douche quartet get together. If he wanted to get ahold of some alcohol then I would have gladly gotten him some bottles of whatever the fuck he wanted, as long as he didn't go over to Cartman's.
"Dude, what the fuck? I told you I wanted to go man." He whined, burying his head in his hands in order to pout. He sounded very similar to a dying cat with his higher pitched monotone voice sounding similar to my own, but his sounded much more annoying when he went up an octave higher to complain.
"He obviously offended our dearest member of the squad, how could you let him do that." I defended with an excuse I made up on the spot, that was only half an exaggeration, to shut him up.
Token only sighed himself having been used to the racism and ridicule from Cartman for so long already. It was still sad to us all, especially since he wasn't the only other person of color at school. He was just one of the two black ones, earning the fatso's remarks.
"You're just mad that Cartman considers you white all the time and not Mexican." Clyde jeered playfully, changing the subject as he opened his backpack and pulled out a large lunch box filled with snacks he always brought from home. Each package and container filled with junk, it explained his pudgy yet sporty figure.
I squinted my eyes at the brunette, clenching my fists tempted to punch him straight in the nose out of a half joking and the other half annoyed mood.
One of my many pet peeves was being called names of which weren't even close to describing me. Not that I got offended easily, I didn't give that much of a shit. It was annoying to hear people be incorrect over simple facts .
Technically my mom was Cuban and Peruvian, which was the reason for her natural blonde hair. She tended to have the more light skinned, eyes, and hair genetics despite her heavy Hispanic background.
However, my father was as white as a ginger can get with his whole family about pure Irish. And what do you know, I was presented with a weird variety of genetics, a mix of the Hispanic and White backgrounds. My younger sister, despite originating from the same parents, looked like the picture perfect product that they would create. Shown by her fair skin and strawberry blonde locks.
Whereas, I was the exact opposite. I was the one to receive the heavier recessive, Latino genes that practically skipped my mom and were gifted to me.
I had dark coarse hair that had slight curls in it when it was damp and subtle waves when dry. As well as smooth caramel color skin with green eyes so bright that you wouldn't even believe I was apart of the Tucker family.
"Shut the fuck up, I'm not Mexican, dumbass." I relented, giving a hard shove to Clyde, almost causing him to entirely knock over his large bottle of root beer he had on the table.
"Dude, what the fuck!" The brunette hollered at the slight spill of the sugary soda onto his lap.
I let out a hearty chuckle at Clyde's misfortunate, because it gave me a mini mood boost. I sucked in a deep breath after the hilarity of the situation died down. The situation had made me immensely feel better and almost back to normal.
I spent the rest of the remaining lunch period laughing with my companions about whatever stupid shit we wanted to talk about. We had eventually came up with plans for saturday night to hang out in Token's house. Although there wasn't much to plan, since that was about an understood weekly occurrence.
His house was about the only place we'd ever really go to meet up at. Jimmy had decided he didn't want to go, convinced he'd be still hung over from the shithole party tonight. He never really came over anyways, it was usually just Clyde, Token, and I.
Saturday was the one night of each week that I looked forward to be myself without being in the confines of South Park High. If only the weekend could have hurried the fuck up.
A/N: Welcome to a new shit storm Creek fic written by my friend and I. We are co writing this story to bring some Craig and Tweek fluff and some (wink wonk) fun.
Not 100% sure where this story will go, but feel free to stick along for the journey. My goal is to provide a (hopefully) non cliche story line and her goal is to provide the humor, help with writing, provide a good choice of diction, and keep my wild ideas in check.
Not sure how the update schedule will go, depends on your feedback and our schedules. Hope you enjoy reading, and feel free to leave a comment so we can get your opinion to help decide what we need to improve and if we should continue this.