A/N: I haven't written anything in ages, but I hope the time has come to make a comeback! I never thought it would be this hard to write a second fic... Hope I won't let anyone down! ^^ Craig and Kenny again, I know, but I haven't brought them to life in a while and was missing them. Besides, Kenny is actually a guy this time, so I'm not being too monotonous, am I? ;)

I own nothing and hope you enjoy! :3

Looking through me

Chapter 1

When Craig Tucker opened his eyes and found himself staring directly up Bebe Stevens' skirt, he knew something was amiss. Still, he didn't let his sense of foreboding bother him. The sight was not altogether unpleasant, as the striped kitten printed on her underwear smiled at him comfortingly, waving a paw. Craig found himself smiling.

"Hello to you too, Mister Tabbsypuss." he found himself muttering under his breath. As Bebe stepped away and Mr. Tabbsypuss left his field of vision, glaring sunlight blinded him. Craig's squinting eyes gradually adjusted to the light, and he was soon able to stare up into the sky.

What a glorious day. The sun was shining, the sky was a perfect blue, interrupted only here and there by a few puffy white clouds, which pleasantly reminded him of candy floss. And in the midst of all this, there was he, Craig Tucker, catching some rays. He couldn't help but close his eyes and smile contentedly. Truly, he thought, this was how life was meant to be.

Suddenly, violently, reality caught up with seventeen-year-old Craig Tucker. His eyes flew open and he jumped up.

"Okay, what the serious fuck".

Craig's brain never began functioning properly until a good few minutes after he woke up, but this was ridiculous. He struggled frantically to regain his bearings, looking about him with the alarmed, puzzled eyes of someone who, after sleeping over at a friend's house, wakes up expecting to find himself in his own room at home. Everything around him was screamingly familiar to him, and yet for a couple of long, panicky moments he felt completely lost, his brain still protesting it was too tired to process any sort of information. Still, everything slowly began to make sense to him, as he found himself staring stupidly at his own high school's front gates. It all felt extremely surreal, as though he were looking at the familiar sight through a clouded-over lens. Students were milling around him, taking no notice as he gaped at the building. Something was wrong. He could sense it.

As Craig stood, trying to remember what had happened the previous evening, since his immediate response was to blame his sudden memory loss on a night of wild partying gone awry, his breath was suddenly knocked from his lungs. An icy chill shot through him, traveling down his spine, as he struggled for breath. He felt as though he had just been punched in the stomach, and the eeriest part of it was that he felt no pain, only a sick churning feeling in the pit of his stomach. For a moment, Craig feared he was going to throw up. Before he had time to realize what had happened, the feeling was gone. Craig turned wildly around, but there were no assailants in sight. To tell the truth, there was no one who seemed even remotely interested in him. True, he'd never exactly been Mr. Popular, but he had expected drinking buddies Clyde and Token to call out to him as usual as they approached him, and maybe exchange a "Hey" or fistbump as they walked past him. Instead, the two didn't even acknowledge his existence as they carried on their conversation, though it was impossible for them not to have noticed him:

"That Tweek though cracks me up man. I could legit have a low-key crush on the guy!" Clyde grinned.

"Call me for the wedding, will you?".

Craig stared after them as Clyde cuffed Token on the back of the neck, only half jokingly. For a moment he stood there, puzzled and not knowing whether to feel offended or not. He quickly pulled himself together, settling on the second and telling himself to get a grip. He had greater things to worry about rather than mope around like a five year old girl. Firstly, why in the world was he even here? What day was it? Could he really have been so idiotic as to go out drinking on a school night and pass out in the middle of the road? How had he not been trampled to death? And what the hell had been up with Bebe, ignoring him and stepping over him instead of at least trying to wake him up? Craig's mind reeled. He tried to stop the flow of questions and focus on what was really important at the moment: trying to recall the night before. He looked down at himself, in case his clothes could in some way give him a clue. Nothing new there: black tee shirt, blue jumper and dark jeans, as usual. Craig started breaking out in cold sweat. He had always been a drinker, but only because he could hold his liquor. Blacking out like this was new to him, and terrifying. He frantically searched his pockets for his phone. Maybe someone had been with him last night. That someone would probably have a million unflattering stories to tell regarding his conduct the night before which he would probably never be able to live down, but Craig found that he had never before wanted to see anyone as much as he wanted to see this potential witness to his idiocies now. To his dismay, he found that all his pockets were empty.

Either I've been robbed, or I'm an even bigger idiot than I thought. Craig thought despairingly.

At that moment, as panic began to grip him and he lifted his gaze, a more than welcome sight met his eyes. Craig was instantly relieved: he could see the whole gang just a little ways off, congregating in front of the school building. Clyde and Token had joined Tweek and Kenny, and even elusive Stan and Kyle had miraculously made an appearance. Craig was even pleased to see the ever-dorky Butters, standing in the sidelines and desperately trying to join the conversation. Surely of all his friends at least one would have known what the hell he'd been up to the night before. Craig quickly made his way towards them, expertly dodging rushing latecomers just as the bell began to ring.

"Hey guys!" he said as he joined the circle, squeezing between Clyde and Tweek. Clyde deserved punishment for ignoring him after all, he decided. However, the circle broke the moment he joined it. The guys had already begun to trudge into the building, joking and laughing at each other to alleviate the pain of the prospect of another day of endless boredom. Anger and hurt flared in Craig's heart. The yell was out of his mouth before he could stop himself:

"What the hell is wrong with you guys! Is this some sort of sick prank? Do you want to get me back for something I did last night? 'Cause if so you might as well quit while you're ahead, because I can't remember a goddamn thing!".

But it was too late. His friends, who evidently didn't consider him so anymore, had already disappeared within the building.

"God damn it!" Craig yelled as he fiercely kicked a stone in his path.

The stone did not move. All Craig felt instead of the satisfying impact between foot and rock was a chill that shot from his toes to his entire body. His stomach churned and he doubled over, clutching his shuddering sides and again feeling that he was going to be sick.

What is going on?

WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME?

Craig lifted his head in desperate confusion. His gaze met a pair of familiar eyes, embedded in a cloud of orange fabric and staring at him through clumps of untidy blond hair.

He and Kenny were the only ones left in the deserted courtyard.

Never before had Craig felt so relieved to see someone. He held out his arms and opened his mouth to speak, but the blond beat him to it, uttering the most comforting words that had ever sounded to Craig's ears.

"Well, fuck".

I couldn't have put it better myself, my man. Craig thought gratefully.