A/N: Well here we have the first chapter. I don't know if I will be able to finish this, or make it good. Because I often just give up in the middle of the story. And this time I'm trying another way to writhe, instead of writing all of it in the same go I will writhe them when I'm having enough inspiration do to so. So I don't know how far this will take me :). I post the second chapter together with this but I don't know when the next one will come. But I hope you will enjoy what i can give you.

Chapter 1

You know those childhood friends you grew up with? Those that follows your through your life, sees every change in life and basically knows everything about you and that you wants to leave behind when you grow up. Yeah you love them, but you really, really wish that you can move on with your life and if they stay you just can't.

Well I live with them, and I'm already on sophomore year of College and I'm still stuck with the same old friends. And all the South Park kids have been stuck into the same dorm, probably just to get rid of us.

It's not that awful, I'm maybe aggravating things. But I'm pretty fucking tired of always see the same faces from when I grew up. And it's now that we really bond, all my parents close friends are from these years of their life. So I'm stuck with them.

Some of them are okay, like Clyde and Token that is in the room next to me. But for fuck sake, I'm sharing room with the anti-Christ. The smell of smoke is forever ingrained into our room, he puts fire on everything. And when I say everything I fucking mean everything. After the third time eating flambéed food we decided that he wasn't allowed into the kitchen without supervising.

And then we have those assholes, I'm stuck with waking up to see the ugly faces of Stan, Kyle, Kenny and Cartman every day! We live in the same dorm, so it's impossible to avoid them. The schedule the girls made forces us to cook food together, wash together and clean together. And when you want to watch the TV, they always snog the remote to watch The Terrance and Philip show. Is it too much for me to ask to watch Red Racer at least once?

The girls are okay, I guess. Without them we guys would never keep the place clean, and we probably wouldn't have any food either. They are the once that shops for us, although they don't buy beer for us.

But I guess we get enough from Kenny and Damien. They work at a bar in the evenings, their boss allows them to take home the left over drinks after the night have ended. But then they have to stay all the night, which doesn't give them enough sleep.

Bebe and Wendy share rooms, the one closest to the bathroom. They always takes it first thing in the morning, we have to shower in the cold water they leaves for us.

Cartman and Kenny is closest to the kitchen, both of them is like a fucking bottomless pit. They eat everything, I can forgive Kenny because this is probably the first time he is allowed to have a decent meal whenever he wants. But Cartman better stay away from our chips, because he never eats the green shit that is healthy for us. No he eats our ice-cream, candy and all that other stuff.

So yeah my name is Craig Tucker, and I'm never going to get rid of the annoying persons from South Park.

"Big announcement, we're having going to have another dorm-friend"

I lifted my gaze from the noodles, it was Clyde cooking and he couldn't make anything eatable even under gun threat. So after some nagging they decided that he would learn how to do instant food. But I think that none of the people at the table actually could say that they were good at cooking. I mean come on we are nineteen years old teens, we aren't supposed to no how a pan work. Not that I'm one of those guys that says that our female counterpart should be in the kitchen, it's just safer then.

No fire; and no disgusting goo that have the disturbing color of piss.

"Who is it?" Token asks.

Because we all know that it will be another South Parker, no one else would ever be sent to this little group of outsiders. And then it will be nice to know who, I dearly hope that it's not another person I can't tolerate.

"I… actually don't know" she hesitates.

"How can't you not know?" Kyle perks from the couch.

"Isn't it your mother that arranges the whole thing?"

It is. Wendy's mother is the one that helped us get here. She helped all of us get into college, some of us needed it some of us didn't. But it helped a lot; I probably would have ended up working at my dad's work in South Park. And that is the only reason that I stay, because fuck I don't want to end up like my dad.

"Yeah, but she haven't said who it is, but they will arrive soon, to look around"

Token's parents is the one that helped us buy the place, our student dorm isn't really a part of the school's dorm like the others. It's the state that rents it for the student of Denver's college; we all have to pay rent, so all of us have a job.

"Why is she coming? Shouldn't it be the kid's parents?" Damien frowns.

"I know, when I was left here my parents was all over me"

I grunt; Clyde's parents are the most annoying I know. They remind me of the Christmas cards you see in the windows, all apple-cheeked and happy. Their smile looks like their faces have cramp. Just to get the image out of my head I flip of Clyde, who chuckles. He knows how my mind works so he's not offended.

"Well, it will be fun with some new faces" Kenny laughs.

"Fuck no, if it's some weirdo I will punch him"

The whole table sights and Cartman bites back the comment. I didn't really want another person there, but to punch the poor guy/girl would just be over doing it. And it would give them another hand in the rent; Stan had just lost his job after being drunk in the work place. Kyle was more than angry with the raven.

Stan still had a slight drinking problem, but not as bad as it had been. After Damien threatened that he would put the alcohol on fire if he had to drive the raven to the hospital again, Stan had started to take care of his problem. And after losing his job he had stopped drinking. More because another threat from the redhead saying that he would put him in a therapy group, than he actually wanting to quit, I don't think he will manage.

It's my time to do the dishes, together with Damien. The anti-Christ is more playful than you would think. When we're done both of us are soaked, because Damien found it funny to pour the oily water over me. And I'm not going down without a fight, so I did the same. The fights end with us being thrown out of the kitchen by Bebe, so we're not really done with the dishes just done with trying to do them.

A soft knock on the door alert us that Wendy's mother are here. Damien is the one that opens the door, completely ignoring that his clothes are greasy by the water.

There are three persons at the door, not two like it should be. And the tallest of them is glaring right at me when our eyes meets, and I have no idea why Tweek is glaring at me. Or why there is another blonde hiding behind his back.