Heyo it's my chapter now! Now we're going to see how Craig and his friends react to the test and what they think of this whole thing.
Chapter 2 – I Have a Bad Feeling About This
"This is so stupid," Craig grumbled as he, Tweek, Clyde, Token, and Jimmy walked home together, "I already have a boyfriend whom I was forced into dating. Why do I have to do it again?"
"You don't have to take the test, you know," Token pointed out.
"Yes, he does!" Clyde exclaimed, causing Craig to give him a bewildered glance, "We're all taking the test, so he has to as well!"
"Gah! All of us?" Tweek squeaked in fear, "As in, I have to? B-But I don't want to!"
"Too bad!" Clyde declared.
"Craig and I were just going to stay home that night!" Tweek objected.
"Too bad!" Clyde repeated.
"But I don't want to meet new people! What if I get paired with some nut job?"
"Too bad!"
Craig gave his friend a shove. "Stop stressing out my boyfriend!" he growled. Even though they had been forced together by the town, Craig and Tweek really did care about each other as boyfriends. Like when they broke up while playing super heroes, or whenever one of them became stressed or hurt. Though Craig wouldn't say he was in love with Tweek, he did care about him a lot. And he knew Tweek felt the same.
Nor would they say they were pretending to date. Craig knew that if Tweek broke up with him again he would be heart broken. He wanted Tweek to be happy, and Tweek wanted the same for him. And for now, they were happy with each other.
So why couldn't they just go to this dance with each other? Or not at all?
"It's ok, C-C-Craig and T-Tweek," Jimmy assured them, "We can all stick together t-t-to m-make sure everything is all righ… everything is all righ… nothing happens."
Both Tweek and Craig sighed with defeat. They could only hope they didn't get anyone too terrible.
…
Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman sat together in the living room of the Marsh house, looking over the personality test on their laptops. There were some typical questions that one would see on a test like this. But there were also very strange ones.
What is your sexual orientation? What is your favorite TV show? How would you describe your personality? What is your philosophy on life? What is your opinion on the token minority? (Note: there is only one right answer) If you could accomplish one thing in life, what would you want it to be? What's your favorite band? What's your favorite food? What's your favorite movie? How would you describe your ideal partner? What's your favorite color? How would you describe your ideal first date? What is your favorite activity? What's your biggest pet peeve? What would you say is your greatest trait? What's your favorite animal? If you were to devise a test to determine whether people were true soul mates, what would it entail? If you were to rate your love life as it is right now, on a scale of 1 to 10, what number would you choose? How tall are you? What's your sign? How many fingers are on your left hand? Are you left or right handed? Who is your favorite US president? You PC, bro?
Kyle blinked in confusion as he read over the questions. "'How many fingers are on your left hand?' Really?" he asked, shocked, "That's it, I quit." He slammed his laptop shut.
Stan stared in surprise at him. "Kyle? Kyle, wait!" he called, running after him. He grabbed his friend's shoulder just as he was about to storm out the door.
"Let go, Stan," he muttered.
"Come on, Kyle," Stan urged, "We all agreed to do this, remember?"
"But Stan!" Kyle whined, "These questions are so stupid!"
"I'll answer them for you if they're too much for you!" Kenny offered from where he sat next to Cartman on the couch. Kyle glared over at him.
"Don't you dare, Kenny," he growled, "You would just put a bunch of sexual stuff that I would never say!" Kenny gave him a shocked look.
"Who, me?" he asked, blinking innocently, "Why, I would never!"
"Will you guys shut up?" Cartman hissed suddenly, "I'm trying to think of how Heidi would answer these questions!"
"Why?" Stan wondered, "She dumped you, remember?" Cartman rolled his eyes.
"Yes, but if I get matched up with her, then maybe she'll realize the horrible mistake she made and get back together with me!" he explained.
"If you can't get matched up with her by being yourself, doesn't that kind of mean it wasn't meant to be?" Kyle questioned.
"Shut up, Jew!" Cartman shouted at him, "What would you know about it anyway? You weren't there when we broke up!"
"Yes, I was," Kyle pointed out calmly.
"Eh, screw you guys! I'm going home!" Cartman growled. He slammed his laptop shut and stormed out of the house with his friends staring after him.
"What's his problem?" Kenny asked.
"Seriously, Kenny? Were you paying attention at all?" Stan sighed.
"Not really," Kenny answered honestly.
…
Wendy, Bebe, Heidi, Nichole, and Red were at the park as they filled out the test. Red and Bebe were quite a bit more eager than the other girls as they typed away.
"I can't wait to see who I get paired with!" Red said ecstatically, "The person I get paired with could be the one whom I'm destined to be with forever! We could get married and have ten children someday!"
"Whoa, calm down there, Red," Wendy urged her, "It's just a little test. It's not even really that extensive. It's pretty basic, actually."
"Yeah, and you might get someone lame, like Kevin or something," Bebe pointed out. Red suddenly glared at her.
"Hey, I dated him for a while, you know!" she hissed. Bebe reached over and put a hand on her arm in comfort.
"Yes, and I worried about you every day," she said, "I thought maybe you weren't taking your meds."
Before Red could point out that she wasn't on any medication, Heidi interrupted.
"How many fingers are on your left hand?" she snarled, "Ok, Wendy, you're on your own. I can't do this."
"Wait, Heidi!" Wendy called, quickly leaping from her seat to go catch her.
As soon as they were out of ear shot, Bebe turned to Nichole. "So, which stud muffin are you hoping to get paired with?" she asked. Nichole stared at her.
"Token," she answered simply. She had thought she had made this clear the day before.
"I hope whoever I get paired with is a hunk," Bebe continued as if Nichole hadn't spoken, "So, you know, no losers. Someone hot, like Craig or David."
"You know Craig is gay, right?" Nichole pointed out, "He's dating Tweek, remember?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't still look fabulous by going to the dance with the cutest boy in school," Bebe objected.
Before any of the three girls could say anything more, Wendy returned with a pouty Heidi slung over her shoulder. "We're back," she announced, setting Heidi down. "Ok, girls, we're all in this together, all right?"
Heidi sighed heavily. "You're right, Wendy," she said, "I'm sure this won't be all that bad. What's the worst that could happen?"
…
Right after he left Stan's house, Cartman stormed over to Butters' house. As usual, Butters was quite happy when he opened the door and saw him.
"Hey, Eric!" he greeted happily.
"Butters, listen closely," Cartman told him in a low, serious voice, "I need you to do something for me, no questions asked." Butters tipped his head in confusion.
"Why?" he asked.
"I said no questions, damn it!" Cartman shouted.
I'm gonna end the chapter there, since my sister wants to have the rest of the characters, and I couldn't think of anything else for this chapter. Oh well. Sorry it was so short, but at least you have a cliff hanger to look forward to!
