"Hey, Craig." Stan wandered over to where the fellow raven was, pulling himself up onto the wall next to him. Craig slipped his phone in his pocket, grey eyes snapping to Stan in acknowledgement. When Craig didn't return his greeting, Stan decided to engage in conversation.
"Who're you waiting for?" Stan asked, keeping a cautious eye on the clusters of students at their desks contained inside the study hall they could see into. Kyle was one of them, multitasking as always. He was writing something in a furious manner with one hand, with his wrong hand, might Stan add, checking the time every 5 minutes, holding a book open with his other, and tapping his shoes on the ground.
"Tweek." Craig deadpanned, not bothering to give any more details. Stan nodded. Of course. Tweek and Craig were an odd couple. First, they had been just classmates, then they had a fight, then they became enemies, then they became friends, then they became best friends, then middle school hit and they drifted apart, and now they were inseparable lovers. It made Stan's head hurt. He was glad how stress-free and uncomplicated his relationship with Kyle was.
Yet, Stan raised a brow. The exams the high school pupils were taking part in weren't mandatory. He couldn't figure out why Tweek would sign up for the trauma that was revising and doing those particular tests, in which the guvnors identify gifted and talented. Stan didn't have a clue what Tweek's gifts or talents were. "Why –" Stan asked, before being cut off.
"He's a really good writer." Craig informed him, eyes narrowing at the concept of someone underestimating his boyfriend. "He's doing it, for me." His lips twitched slightly before frowning. "Let me guess why Kyle is in there…Is it, everything?" Craig taunted, knowing all about Kyle's extreme intelligence.
Stan elbowed him, but Craig gave no indication he was affected. "You're wrong. Biology, actually." Craig rolled his eyes, making Stan scowl. Over the years, the class of South Park elementary had split apart into even smaller groups, but they still all talked to eachother from time to time. Stan wished he was spared the pleasure of talking to Craig.
"Biology is no skill or creative input." Craig scoffed. "It's a textbook topic. You've got to be clever to analyse every situ-poem, use the extent of your imagination and put it to good outputs, and the added matter of making sure your grammar is satisfactory." Stan thought doing Biology was quite clever, considering he himself didn't get most basic lessons, like what an alveoli was. Shocking, he knew.
"Whatever, Craig." Stan spat, and before he could stop himself, "Kyle's a way better boyfriend than that twitch will ever be." The comment was unnecessary, towards Tweek, considering Tweek limited his caffeine does as of present, and wasn't as jittery or shaky, though he still had wild theories. To be honest, Tweek was now a perfectly normal boy on the outside, slightly small frame, slightly baby-faced, and pretty, for a male, extremely skinny, but nonetheless, ordinary. He had even tamed his hair, but Stan suspected straighteners in the hands of Craig.
Craig grabbed his shirt, pulling Stan closer, but leaving a decent amount of inches between them. Stan glared, and shoved Craig off. They were equally matched, considering Stan was a jock, and Craig had been in a good deal of fights, and their body shape was twin-like. "His name is Tweek." Craig corrected.
"If you ever call him that again, I will shove what balls you have down your throat." Craig got off of the wall, checking his phone. "Tweek is caring, clever, funny, devastatingly attractive, a good listener and so many more things Kyle doesn't cut close to." Craig reeled off, all in a monotone voice, not looking up. "Another thing, I'm a better boyfriend than you are, Marsh."
Before Stan could interject, Craig went off, walking straight away from him. Stan glowered.
Game on.