Stan stood awkwardly at Craig's locker. Actually, he wasn't sure if it was Craig's but he knew it was around the T's, so he figured he'd catch him at some point. He knew where Wendy's locker was, so he positioned himself a little further down. Stan never met with Wendy or Kyle after school due to football practice. Stan had Butters write out a note excusing him from practice and forged a doctor's signature. Not that it mattered, nothing really happened during practice.
Stan looked through his wallet. He had exactly 40 dollars on him, two twenty's. It took about three hours to get to Denver and Stan was thrilled to be able to talk to Craig for a minute, or 180, in private.
"Nice guess, but you're a little off." Craig said as he approached his locker and found Stan standing an awkward distance away from his locker. Stan was about 7 lockers off, and quickly killed space in between the two raven haired boys.
"S-sorry," Stan muttered as he took a moment to inspect Craig's locker: Books stacked neatly, and a small brown paper bag on the top shelf.
"I see you don't need a tour." Craig noticed Stan looking. "Ready?"
Stan walked with Craig in silence. Craig walked with his head down, focused on his phone, texting someone. Stan checked his phone and phone two messages from Kyle.
We should talk after your practice.
Call me.
Stan couldn't reply since he was supposed to be at practice, but figured he'd think of an excuse later. Or maybe he should just tell Kyle the truth, Sorry I wanted to hang out with Craig, but hey I found out he H-clapped Bebe! Yeah right.
"You want front seat?" Stan looked up to see Craig throwing his book bag in his trunk and waited for Stan's to join his.
"Front seat?" Stan looked in the car to see two blonde haired boys sitting in the back, at least he thought they were blonde, the windows were almost too foggy to tell.
"Yea, they're fine back there, let's go." Craig opened his door and Stan followed suit.
Stan had no idea he would not be the only one going with Craig. He was about to yell at Craig about not telling him, but it sounded too gay. He was also interrupted by two arms around his neck, "Hellooooo Nurse."
Kenny McCormick's face came into view. "Look, two brunette's in front Blonde's get back!" Stan cringed at the cackle Kenny let out.
Craig smirked, "Marsh, you remember McCormick, right? And Tweek is back there, too."
"Hey." Tweek sounded the most relaxed Stan had ever heard from the boy. Stan turned around to see Tweek hitting a joint, staring out the window.
"Hey, you look…"
"Happy? Not Freaking out? Yea, that's the stuff we smoked last night, it's Tweek's last bit." Craig informed Stan as he was passed the joint.
"You've never smoked this shit before have ya?" Kenny started flipping through Craig's iPod, eyes darting to the joint every so often.
"Yea I have, I want some." Stan felt oddly left out of this drug circle. "And I didn't know you hung out with Craig." Stan said to Kenny, almost sounding hurt.
"You never asked." Kenny blankly told him. "And when did you smoke this chron chron?" Kenny asked, surprised to hear about Stan smoking without him.
"When he was at my house last night," Craig passed the joint to Stan, making obvious to Kenny he was to wait his turn. "Just hit it once, kay?" Stan nodded and inhaled sharply once, then handed it to Kenny.
"Damn, you and Craig, huh? I'm jealous, I haven't even had a night alone with him!" Kenny let his middle finger outline Craig's right ear. Stan didn't know if Kenny was being serious or making fun of him for the earlier comment.
"I'm driving here, McCorny" Craig signaled his turn and swat away Kenny's finger, finished with his own in the air.
"So how much you getting, Stan?" Tweek's calm voice made its way to Stan's ears.
Silence filled the car.
"Um.." Stan looked to Craig for help.
"You really made them rely on you for green huh" Craig directed towards Kenny who was sitting back in his seat again, playing on his phone.
"I didn't know Stan liked smoking so much, he's never really been the best person to be high with."
"What do you mean!" Stan felt the weed relax his nerves a bit, making him feel a little more comfortable.
Kenny looked up, surprised at Stan's emotions. "It's just that… you're always so paranoid, and it's not like my parent's care so you're always just…"
"High-strung." Craig finished Kenny's sentence for him.
Stan waited for Craig to comment how he was all smiley and ranting last night, but Craig never said anything. He never even looked towards Stan for reassurance of his secret happy high mood last night. Oh right… Craig didn't do secrets.
"Yeah! High strung, so I never knew you liked smoking!" Kenny smiled at his finished thought.
"Let Tweek here fill you in about increments." Craig flicked an unlit cig towards the blonde sitting behind him.
Tweek looked so normal to Stan he was beginning to think something was wrong with himself.
Tweek just smiled at Stan, "You need at least a Q of this to last you a week. That's gonna cost ya a pretty penny."
"No No No, you're gonna need like a half, that way, you can turn it over, and still have enough to smoke a blunt to your dome every night." Kenny covered Tweek's mouth, Tweek just leaned further into his seat, giggling in Kenny's hand.
"They're being R-tards," Craig turned up the volume in the back and faded it out in the front so the two could talk. "I'm just gonna get a O for everyone to split. It'll be cheaper that way."
"Who is splitting it?" Stan felt oddly happy that he was getting some pseudo-alone time with Craig.
"Tweek, Kenny, Me, You, Token."
"Token! I didn't know he smoked!" Stan said more to himself than Craig.
"We all have our vices, Marsh." Craig smirked at Stan's amazement. "He usually splits it with Clyde since they are always smoking together. We can split a Q and make it even, if you want."
"Are we gonna be smoking a lot together?" Stan felt like a shy school girl. But instead of being asked out as a girlfriend he was being asked out as a smoking buddy.
"Way to make it gay, Marsh," Craig's smirk grew into a smile, "I figured there was no way you're gonna be okay smoking by yourself and blondie back there seems to tense you up, so why not?"
Stan had no idea how much a Q really was, or how many blunts you could get out of it, but he didn't really care.
He'd be getting at least a blunt's worth of alone time with Craig Tucker.
