Author's Note: First of all, I want to apologize for being a lot later than I planned. I really wanted it uploaded yesterday, but I was in a bit of writer's block. I was also writing this in the process of cleaning my room and watching South Park episodes. It was up all day though, honestly! I was just... I was having trouble figuring out everything that was going to happen. XD Which, this is where I bring me to my next apology. I am afraid this will not be a two-shot, but a three-shot. I loved the way this chapter ended and I didn't want to write anymore because I feared it would have ruined how it ended. :/ Besides, this chapter along is six pages in Microsoft Word, and the last chapter was only four! But I hope you enjoy! Just... just there will be more than two chapters. I don't know if that's upsetting or exciting, but I hope to have the next chapter out a lot quicker! I really do, especially because it will probably be shorter. Anyway, this author's note is getting too long. I just want to end with a big THANK YOU to all my reviewers and people who added this to their story alert and favorites, and with a hope you will enjoy the second chapter of Strange and Unpredictable!

CHAPTER TWO: What "Falling" In Love Really Means

I had a block schedule for school – eight classes total, four classes each day. It was an even day, meaning I had my last class of the day with Tweek. We never ate lunch together because I happened to like the cafeteria food, and he always hurried to Harbucks to get a couple cups of coffee to last him the rest of the day. I mulled over my class schedule for the day. First shop class, then math, lunch, then gym, and finally, English. I rubbed my temples, trying to soothe the oncoming headache of why the fuck I tried to kiss Tweek. I was not gay.

Stanley Marsh was gay, but everyone knew that. The way he followed his boyfriend around like a fucking puppy was sickening. However, if there was anyone I was going to ask about… being gay, it might as well be him. Even though it was Stan, possibly my biggest rival when it came to sports, and one of the people I hated most in this world because of what he did to Tweek, he was the only person I could talk to about before school was over.

Kenny was also gay, with Butters, and although I hated him too, I wouldn't mind asking him as much as I minded talking to Stan, but I didn't have class with him today, and I didn't really want anyone seeing me talk to either him or Stan during lunch. So I had to settle with Stan. I was only going to talk to him to reassure myself that I'm not gay – because I know I'm not. I just… I just need to make sure. I mean, everyone wonders sometimes, right? So, yeah… I just need some reassurance. I'm positive that whatever Stan says I'll completely disagree with, therefore letting me know I am completely and utterly straight.

Now, how to get him alone. God, like that didn't sound gay.

I was late to shop class because I was an idiot and dwindled after Tweek ran out of the bathroom. Then again, I don't think I could have moved, I was too much in shock about what I, we, were about to do. The shop teacher didn't mind though; he just marked me as tardy, with a small mutter of "if you weren't screwing around" under his breath, and continued with his discussion of what we were going to do today. I decided not to listen because I needed to figure out how the hell I was going to talk to Marsh.

"Marsh, Tucker, you two will be partners," I heard the shop teacher said. I thanked God inside my head, but I had to make this look convincing. If I looked excited to be with Stan, then everyone would think I had some weird crush on him, which would be fucking disgusting.

"Great," I heard Stan grumble, getting up and gathering his things and walking over to my desk. I gave him a look of annoyance, even though I wanted to start asking him questions right then and there. Stan looked me in the eye before I could say anything, "Look, I don't like you, and you don't like me, so let's just get this project over with and we can go back to ignoring each other. Sound good?"

Normally, I would agree immediately. I needed to talk to him though; I needed questions answers, and dammit, I needed them answered right fucking now. I looked around first, to make sure no one was looking or listening to us. There were a bunch of people who I didn't really know because I never bothered to learn their name, Bebe and Red were partners over at a table quite far from us so I didn't have to worry about any gossip going around from the girls, and Eric Cartman, who was usually Stan's partner in this class, had ended up being partnered with Token, who was usually my partner, and he was on the complete opposite side of the room. Thanking God again, I turned to Stan, lowering my voice to a hoarse whisper.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you, Marsh."

He gave me a weird, surprised look, but then smoothed it over with a contemplative one. "Oh yeah? What about, Tucker?"

"I… I wanted to know how you found out you were… you know," I used my hands to try to indicate what I meant, 'cause I didn't want to say it out loud. Though I couldn't really figure out why, but I supposed because the conversation was so… awkward.

"Gay?" Stan finished, a disgruntled look his face, eyebrow still raised.

"Um… Yeah," I murmured, not looking him in the eye. This conversation was REALLY awkward. And, to my dismay, Marsh started fucking laughing. "What?!"

"Oh man, I knew you were gay!" He exclaimed, holding his sides from laughing so hard.

"Shh!" I hissed, looking around me to make sure no one heard him. God was really on my side today, I decided, when no one heard him, "Be quiet!" I demanded, looking around nervously one more time. He stopped his laughter, sighing and wiping away a tear. He smirked at me and leaned against the table.

"So, you're gay, hm?" He asked casually. I wish I could have fucking took the sander and wiped that smirk off him right here and now.

"I am NOT gay!" I yelled between clenched teeth. "I was just curious to how YOU knew you were gay."

Finally, Stan took me seriously. He raised his head up thoughtfully, his eyes phasing out a bit as he processed my question. He ran his hand through his hair, taking his hat off in the process, placing it down beside him. He stood up straight and sighed, looking me in the eye.

"It started when Kyle and I were in the mall, and we went into one of those Asian stores." He pulled up his stool so he could sit down, placing his elbow on the table and his head in his hand. From the looks of it, it seemed he was enjoying the memory. "You know those yin yang things? Well, we were staring at this vase that had them all over it. This lady came over, and although it was hard to understand her because she had a thick accent, she explained it. How they are almost complete opposite, but similar at the same time because inside the black is white, and inside the white is black. And because of this, they come together to make a perfect match, creating harmony." He stood up again, smiling, reaching into his shirt and exposing a necklace with what appeared to be half of the symbol he was speaking of, a strange shape of white with a black dot embedded in it, "It was then that Kyle and I realized something together. How in truth we were total opposites, yet at the same time, we were similar. We also knew that, together, we made perfect harmony. I was yang, and he was yin." He cupped his hands together, looking very tranquil. "We discovered we loved each other, and that we were soul mates."

"… Dude…" I started, staring at him after he completed his story. I pursed my lips together, sighed, then looked him in the eye, "… That was… really, really gay."

Stan glared at me, "What the fuck do you know?" He growled. "If you're just going to put how I feel about Kyle down, then why don't you shut the fuck up and get back to the damn project?"

I grunted. "Fine, fine, I'm sorry," I said grudgingly, rolling my eyes because I wasn't sorry at all. He knew it, too, but he looked up at me and raised his eyebrow again. "Why do you look so damn cocky all the time?" I sneered without even thinking. He blinked, his expression turning completely clueless.

"I… I do?" He asked, the confusion growing more and more, "Really?" I just nodded at his questioning, hoping my expression looked bored. "Wow… I always thought that's how you looked." He shrugged, his visage returning to his old face. His statement kind of left me baffled, though I didn't show it. I wondered if our looks mirrored each other's.


The rest of the period had gone by quite slowly without another word out of Stan and me. We finished our project silently, and I believe we earned a decent grade on it. Well, whatever, I was just glad to leave that class once the bell rang. I didn't want to see Stan again that day, but sadly, our schedule was matched again for gym. I was just glad I was heading down to math right now.

I sat in my usual seat, where in front of me sat Clyde, on my left was Thomas, and on my right was the wall. Today, thankfully, was just a review day, and the teacher handed us our review packets and returned to her desk. I set it aside for now, trying to drift out to figure out what I was going to do about Tweek, what I was going to say to him the next time I saw him. I mean, he had to have known we were going to kiss, or else he wouldn't have run out so quickly screaming like the banshee he sometimes was. What could I say anyway? Oh, I thought you were someone else? Yeah, right, like that would work. I rubbed my temples again, trying to stop the oncoming headache forming from thinking too hard. My thoughts were interrupted as one of Thomas ticks exploded.

"COCK SHIT!" He shouted, followed by covering his mouth with his hand. I looked up to see the teacher sigh and get up to leave. She normally dealt with it, but she looked like how I was feeling. I glanced at Thomas to see him sighing, mentally beating himself up for his Tourette's again. I turned my attention to see what Clyde was doing, only to see him wheel around to face us.

"Dudes!" He started, grinning. He then paused for a moment, trying to cool himself down and he leaned back in his chair. "Bebe and I are finally going on a date this Friday."

"Wow, she didn't turn you down?" I asked, boredom dripping through my words. I couldn't help it – I really didn't care. I wanted to return to what was important.

"Nope!" That idiot didn't even notice I didn't care. I sighed and groaned inwardly. Might as well pay attention to him until the teacher returns, if she does.

"SHIT, SHIT! That's great, Clyde!" Thomas answered, only half enthusiastic because he was still down about his loud swearing making the teacher leave. I can't believe he hated he was allowed to do that so easily without getting into any trouble. If I could do that I would be so happy.

"I know! I mean, I have to give her a free pair of shoes, but I think she just added that because we were near her friends. I'm pretty sure she's in to me," He nodded, leaning back into his desk again, trying to look 'cool.' "Yeah, I'm awesome." He smirked. I glanced over to see Heidi and Red glancing over at him and giggling. Yeah, no doubt about it, he was probably being played again. Poor guy.

I closed my eyes and sighed. This was going to be another long period.


I decided to have a taco for lunch, a soft shell one, because it was the quickest thing I could grab and I just wanted to sit down and think. If I could. God, must almost everyone in this school be paired up? Every time I look around, there's someone snogging with someone else. Some of these people were just doing it for fun, and for some reason, that annoyed me more. I then glanced around and noticed differences between people making out openly in public and the people who probably loved each other.

My eyes settled on none other than Stan and Kyle first. They seemed to be having just a normal conversation, as if they were still just friends and nothing more, but the look in their eyes told a different story. I didn't want to sound gay like Stan, but I had to agree with them with how they thought they were soul mates and all. My gaze drifted over towards Kenny and Butters, who were just playing Uno together and laughing. Kenny probably won because Butters yelled out "oh, hamburgers" like he always does when he's upset. They had the same look in their eyes that Stan and Kyle did. I then looked over at Cartman and Wendy, possibly the strangest two to have settled for each other. Yet, I'm positive they loved each other, which sounds so gay. They were arguing like they always do, probably on something about hippies. However, every time they ended their side of a story, they smiled at the other, a playful smile. It was all for play. The spark flying between their gazes was just as evident as the two couples before them.

Yet, here was the stranger thing, I found myself thinking. They were acting as if they were still just friends, or rivals in Cartman and Wendy's case. It's as if the only thing that changed between them was the fact they both felt for each other deeper than what normal friends did. So… was it possible to love someone just for who they are and not what they are? I mean, being straight just seems to be what is obvious because of what hetero sexual intercourse develops. Then again, was it all about the sex? For the flings, it seems that all they wanted and they could not wait for the doors to even be closed to show it. Yet, from looking as these people in love… it was different for them – a lot different. I wanted to know why. Dammit, now I have another damn question for that jerk!


The rest of the lunch hour consisted with me with my head in my arms on the table and the guys asking what was wrong. I just replied I was tired and didn't get much sleep last night trying to write the stupid poem that was due for English today. They bought it and ate their lunch, letting me "nap." I was exhausted, but not because of that damn poem, but because I was trying to figure out everything in my head… There was no doubt about it, though. I was going to have to ask Stan again,even though it was the last thing I ever wanted to do. I needed answers though. It was either him or Cartman, and I sure as hell wasn't going to ask fucking Cartman.

We were running the mile today. Stan and I always were competitive with that, so we were always neck and neck anyway. This gave me the perfect opportunity to talk to him again.

"Hey, Stan, I wanted to ask you some more questions," I began, wanting to cut to the chase. We were both jogging quickly, trying to keep up with each other and pass each other all at once.

" If you're going to put down my feelings for Kyle again, you can fucking forget it," He snapped back, getting a foot ahead of me. I growled under my breath and caught up with him as fast as I could, which didn't take much.

"No, I won't, I promise," I did mean it. I didn't really want to put down what he felt for Kyle, because… I was beginning to wonder how I felt for Tweek. … Wait, dammit, no, I was not gay! Ugh!

"Fine. What do you want?" He glanced at me, leering. He was obviously still mad at my attitude towards him in shop.

"How did you… how do you know you're in love with Kyle?" I asked. This question was even more awkward than the other one… I was looking straight ahead of me but I could have gotten whiplash when I heard the other start to laugh beside me.

"Dude, you're gay for that Tourette's kid, aren't you?" He said. I was completely taken by shock, so I ended up almost tripping. His laughing got louder as he really got ahead of me this time.

"Damn it, I'm not gay for Thomas!" I shouted, hurrying up to him.

"Uh huh, sure," He replied, "Whatever you say, dude."

"Shut up! You don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh, keep on saying that, Craig; whatever makes you feel safe."

"I AM NOT GAY FOR THOMAS!" I practically screamed it. We were ahead of the others in the class, so I'm positive no one heard me. He saw him roll his eyes and glance at me.

"I suppose I know I'm in love with Kyle because… because he's Kyle." He finally answered.

And this time, I did trip.


Author's Note: Poor, poor Craig... in such denial. I hope you enjoyed the second chapter! The next chapter will be the conclusion. I apologize again for making it longer than I wanted it to be but... I just feel this chapter needed to end here, y'know? If the next chapter is not the ending, you can purposely hit me with... um... rubber bats that I personally give you!....? I don't know, creative juice is usually for my stories. ^^; Also, I was wondering. Because I might do it anyway, but, would anyone like to read a Clyde/Bebe story? It will stem off of this story (which stemmed off of my Puppy Love story), and it will only be a oneshot, but I won't write it until this one is finished... but I was wondering if anyone was interested? Well, if you are, put it in a PM or your review if you wish to review. ^^; Okay, okay, I need to stop rambling and apologizing before you guys get sick of me. x.x; Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and I hope to get some reviews?