Chapter Four.

10th June 2005.

I may have missed the first day of the month, but pinch punch tenth day of the month.

The arsehole and I are talking a lot lately, by areshole, I mean Craig; yet, I have to abide by my rules, right?

No talking about underwear (socks included)

Try to talk about Eric Theodore Cartman as little as possible.

Try to mention Craig is an arsehole whenever possible.

I'd say the two of us are getting pretty close. If you want to think like that, we talk and sit together sometimes, waste lessons talking to one another and Craig has taken up few of his old pranking habits.

Steward, don't you dare blame me.

Stan's anger simmer down in the next few days and he doesn't really care now, accepting Craig when he sits with us or I jump ships and sit with him, we sometimes walk home together seeing as our houses aren't that far apart.

None the less, Stan apologised. Which was surprising seeing as I hadn't thought he was do anything wrong, well – apart from being a little dicky. He said he should have been supportive and not acted the way he did. Either way, I gracefully accepted.

School works becoming aggressive as the school nears its close and exams are ready to be taken and cried over.

Rule number four:

Forbidden to talk about exams/schoolwork.

I'm getting into the habit of makeup and hair stuff, managing (barely) to maintain my hair. I've tried to start wearing warmer but prettier clothes which are fun and I think people are forgetting there ever was an old me, isn't that great? Haha, no.

I think I am finally adjusting. I mean; I'm used to the whole, walking down the stairs all weirdly because your boobs jiggle, and looking up at your male friends who used to be the same height as you were and being called a slut by jealous girls. I think I've finally adjusted.

Probably not.

Craig got Clyde to invite me to his annual birthday party, which partakes in drinking games, sexual themes and little clothing. I've never been invited before – well I have, I just never wanted to go – but after mulling it over in my head, I kind of need a pick me up. I am going to get comfortable like this and I am going to thrive. I've decided that this party is how I am going to achieve doing so.

Stan, Kenny and Cartman will go as per usual; doing shots deep into the night before parting ways, Stan linked with Wendy, Kenny with a random being, and Cartman will be trying to convince Butters to have sex with him, you know 'for the laughs'.

The girls will wear skimpier clothing than they do to 'dress down' days at school. They will then proceed to try and hook up with a guy, whilst getting intoxicated.

Most people will play games such as spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven, cut down to one because they're impatient. Once they're over people will start drinking games in a big semicircle and everyone will awake to a limp body lying next to them, a raging headache that can't seem to slide and little orientation.

None the less I am going to flourish off this night (Which is tonight, dare I mention), I will also make sure I not wake up to some idiot, and a hangover from hell.

Mostly though, I will make sure my mother never finds out I was at a party that offered alcohol and possibly drugs.

Stewart! She is not a bitch, she is just protective!

On the forth Craig came round mine to discuss this agreement that he had set up in his head, he would walk to mine, give my mother a good excuse and pick me up. Together we would walk to Clyde's and spending the night becoming lighter and funnier, until the morning came where he would get his mother to drop me home and once again give another excuse to my mum.

Convincing, huh.

"Why do you suddenly care for my safety, Tucker?"

"Since you grew tits."

"Small, tiny, same size as poached egg tits."

"Still tits."

Either way I accepted, excited by the offer that hung in the air. Ready to pouch at each moment my parents and I spend together. Not that I minded much, I kept a stable hold on the conversations we shared, making sure they never progressed far when my friends or school life were mentioned.

I managed to slip out the house the following day with Kenny and the two of us ventured into town together. Between the two of us, we managed to gather some bits and pieces for his mother, whose birthday is on the 16th, and to get Clyde something. Turning up empty handed doesn't look good, but picking up a CD of one his favourite bands was easier than expected.

We bumped into Craig who was at Harbucks, our local coffee shop run by Tweek's family. He was talking to Tweek, it didn't look like anything important as Tweek was still on duty; we moved to a booth after Tweek had left and spoke for a while.

Ordering drinks and chatting mindlessly, we discovered that Kenny still didn't have anything for his mother that was big and expensive and both he and Craig hadn't brought Clyde something yet.

We decided to team up, wandering around town until we came across a Hot Topic, all three of aren't that keen of the shop, but we hobbled in anyway. Craig buys Clyde some lame shitty emo thing to piss him off, and then we leave. Ignoring the neon's and black clothing that hang around the store.

Kenny stops at a corner shop and buys Clyde some of those naughty magazines with the woman sprawled out on the pages in panties and stockings. Even as a boy I never really took interest in those sort of things, I've was too enveloped in school work and the general South Park shenanigans.

But as we catch the bus home, the idea of having those kind of magazines in a bag that Kenny's holding is making me feel weird.

Just because you've adjusted, doesn't mean you're comfortable.

(I said 'Panties and Stockings' and it's a show and it's so fucking badass and cool and everyone should go and watch it!)

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