The Duel

There aren't enough stories of Craig with Thomas without it involving cheating on Tweek in some way, so I came up with the idea of this story. I wanted to do a story of Craig and Thomas falling in love with each other without making it too generic. Think of it as sort of a massive retelling of the "Le Petit Tourette" episode. Also, I've aged them up to fifteen in this story because I can. Also, I just feel better writing romance between characters if they're a bit older. This story will most likely be a bit shorter than my other stories. Anyway, with all of that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.

Chapter 1 – Thomas Moves In

Thomas stared sadly out the window at the passing trees and buildings, already anticipating the horrified and disgusted looks he would be getting at his new school. No one ever understood him. No one ever liked him. This was the fourth time this year his mom was moving him to a new town, a new school. He was getting sick of pretending that he could ever be normal, or that anyone would accept him.

Sighing, Thomas turned back to look at the floor of the car. He didn't really want to look at this town that he would likely move out of in a few months anyway. And it wasn't like he could help it in any way.

"SHIT!" he exclaimed suddenly, turning his head, as if he were coughing. His mother didn't even bat an eye at Thomas's sudden outburst. Thomas turned back to the window.

"Mom, why do we have to move all the time?" he asked after a minute, "COCK! Why do we have to pretend this is going to work?" His mother didn't answer at first. She pretended to be too busy driving to reply.

Grumbling, Thomas folded his arms across his chest and decided to remain silent until they reached their new house. He refused to think of it as their new home, as he knew they were just going to move again in a few months.

It didn't take long to get to their new house, as this town wasn't very big. They were in a small neighborhood where all the houses were the same shape and size, only in different colors. Thomas sighed. He already didn't like it here. He could already tell they weren't going to accept him here.

His mother pulled up to a bland brown colored house that, of course, was no different from all the other houses other than the color. The moving truck pulled up behind them and Thomas's mom hopped out of the car to talk to the man driving. Thomas got out as well and stared up at the house.

"BALLS!" he shouted, "COCK!"

"Hey kid!" a man walking by on the opposite side of the street called, "Watch your mouth! This is a family friendly neighborhood!"

Thomas bowed his head in shame. "Sorry, sir," he muttered. He wasn't sure if the man heard him, though, as he had already stomped away. Sighing, he decided to just save himself any more embarrassment and picked up one of the boxes and headed into the house.

"I know this isn't an ideal situation, dear, but you need your education," Thomas's mother explained as she drove him to school the next day, "Don't worry, I'm going to go in with you and talk to the principal so everyone understands your special condition."

Thomas let out a groan. "Can you go in separate from me so no one sees me walking into to school with my mom?" he requested. She had walked him into school all the previous times, and it didn't exactly make Thomas look good.

His mother sighed and tsked. "All right, dear, because you asked so nicely," she replied. Thomas sighed with relief. At least that was one thing he didn't have to worry about.

Letting out a quick shout of profanity, Thomas got out of the car and slung his backpack over his shoulder before looking at the school. Many teenagers were roaming around, meeting with their friends and lovers before school. A luxury Thomas knew he wasn't going to have.

Thomas walked past all of these teens as he headed into the school. He didn't look at anyone, and didn't see the black haired chullo wearing boy stare at him as he walked by. He had his schedule clutched tight in his hand, which he briefly looked at so he could see what room his homeroom was in. He walked down the hallway, scanning the room numbers until came to the right one. He had been hoping the room would be empty when he got there so he could have a few minutes to collect himself before school started.

Unfortunately, there was already someone there.

I know, short first chapter. Hopefully the next one will at least break a thousand words. Anyway, tell me what you think so far as I go work on my approximately one hundred other stories I'm working on.