Craig Tucker was a nervous wreck.
He was about to talk to the main 5 boys banes of his existence.
Or, to be accurate, maybe it's down to 4.
He waits near them, happy they haven't noticed him yet so he could get his words together.
That particular day, Kenny McCormick was absent that day. Good. He didn't need that kind of stress.
He fiddled with his phone, thinking about how he was to phrase his question to them and which one he should actually ask.
Butters was out; he wouldn't understand. Cartman was definitely out; that fat tub of lard would definitely make fun of him before he gave any kind of answer. He fucking hated Stan. So, his only other option was...ugh...Kyle Broflovski.
Now or never...He thinks as he taps Kyle on the shoulder, who was arguing with Cartman about his religion not being bad or something. Craig never cared much.
The Jewish boy turns around with an angry look, ready to snap at whoever just interrupted him. However, when he saw Craig, he smiled slightly.
"Oh, hey Craig. What did you need?" He asks. Butters waves with a smile, Stan ignores his presence, and Cartman resumes eating.
Fatass.
"Can I talk you you. In private?" Craig asks. This seems to surprise Kyle, and that's when Stan starts listening to their conversation.
"Why do you need to talk to Kyle in private, Tucker?" He asks with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow. Craig rolls his eyes while Kyle reassures him. "None of your business, Marsh."
"We can talk over there." Kyle says, pointing to a row of lockers away from Stan, Cartman, and Butters.
"I'm gonna be fine, Stan." He says. Stan nods, but that doesn't stop him from glaring at Craig from over Kyle's shoulder. As Craig and Kyle walk away, Butters waves goodbye and Cartman laughs.
"Haha, Stan! What if Craig's gonna ask Kyle out!?" That got Kyle worried and Stan sputtering.
"Uh...Craig? You're not gonna ask me out, are you?" Kyle laughed nervously. Craig shook his head. Kyle wasn't his type, all offense to Kyle.
"No, of course not. But I do need your help on asking someone out." Craig was nervous all over again as they got to the spot Kyle suggested.
"Oh, well who?" Kyle asked. He had a small idea on who it could be, but it was best to let Craig say his piece before he jumped to conclusions.
"Uh...well...Let's say I hypothetically wanted to ask McCormick out-and I'm not saying I do- but if I did- where should I take him?" Craig said with a nervous tone. Kyle blinked, then laughed.
Craig and Kenny? Who would've guessed?
"Hey, it's not funny, you assface!" Craig said, irritated that the redhead couldn't be serious. Kyle clutched his stomach and leaned against the lockers.
This was all very adorable to him; Craig had a cute little crush on his friend and couldn't bring himself to say it. And Kyle happened to know that Kenny liked Craig back.
He finally stopped laughing long enough to give Craig the advice he asked for.
"OK, OK," He wiped tears form his eyes and took a calming breath, straightening his posture.
"Well, if you hypothetically wanna take Kenny out- and we're not saying you do- you could take him to see the new Ghostbusters. I didn't wanna see it, but he did, and since you're so hypothetically eager for his company, you can take him." Kyle said, crossing his arms with a barely concealed laugh.
Craig groaned. He did not want to see the new Ghostbusters movie. He didn't even like the first one!
But, if that's what Kenny wanted to see...
"Ugh, fine. But you owe me." Craig warns.
"I'm paying you back now; I'm letting you date one of my best friends." Kyle teased. Craig blushed.
"And just so you know, the word 'hypothetically' doesn't really mean shit if you're gonna really ask him out. Just sayin'." With a shrug and a laugh, Kyle walked back to his friends, resuming his argument with Cartman.
He ignored Stan's glare and Cartman's laughter as he walked to his class, vaguely aware that the bell had rung.
He had remembered that he forgot to tell Kyle not to tell anyone but then he realized that he didn't care.
The redheaded nuisance could tell his whole gang for all Craig cared; Hell, he could tell the whole school if he wanted. Didn't make a difference to him.
Now, all he had to wait for was either a sign from God, or tomorrow.
...But, unfortunately, tomorrow might come first.