A/N: Wow didn't think I would get any views tbh :b.
Well I shall post new chapters every Tuesday my lovelies.
Oh and IDRC: What's written on the note is a secret :). I don't actually know what's written on there so I'm thinking how I can add that to the story later on or leave it all together.
Oh yeah btw I don't own South Park o_o.
Without further ado.Q
Tweek's POV:
I woke up to a ringing noise which turned out to be my alarm. "Gah!" Another boring day. I slam the button on my alarm, get up and have a shower, which refreshes me. Then I try to brush my hair, but I fail so I get dressed in my usual clothes and go downstairs to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee.
"Morning Tweek!" My mum greets me, beaming as usual.
"M-morning Mum." I say, twitching slightly.
I quickly have toast for breakfast, although I don't really eat much, and head towards the door.
I grab my bag, say goodbye and shut the door. I sigh and dig my hands into my pockets. We have nice weather today, highly unusual for South Park. There are no clouds so the sky is a pure blue colour. The sun is still rising so the horizon is a mix of orange and pink and the opposite side of the sky is dark blue. The sunlight is warm against my face, however there is a cold breeze. A wave of wind rushes into my face blowing my hair back.
I start walking down the street, past the houses. I like to walk to school because it's so peaceful in the mornings and that calms me down. I don't live far away from the school so walking isn't a problem. I'm not allowed to get a car anyways because of my twitching. My parents think I'll probably get in an accident.
Before I know it, I'm at the front entrance of the school. I walk through the front entrance and make my way to class. We have "History" with Mr Garrison. He doesn't teach us anything so I don't really like History that much. I don't really like any of the lessons Mr Garrison teaches us for that matter. Thankfully my 2nd lesson isn't with him. It isn't so much the lesson as it is the teacher I don't like. But Principal Victoria doesn't seem to notice (or care) that Mr Garrison has no teaching abilities what's so ever. A 5th grader would teach us more than he ever did.
I walk into the classroom and take my usual seat. There's 5 minutes left 'till the beginning of the lesson. But before I know it, the bell rings. And of course HE walks in 5 minutes later. He always comes in late. And he sits down at his seat, not so far from me.
"You're late!" Mr Garrison exclaims at the boy with the blue chullo and the yellow poof ball. "Here it comes" I think to myself, smiling. We all know the response that's about to come from the raven-haired boy. And right on cue, the infamous middle finger is presented in Mr Garrison's direction. I can't help but laugh. Craig Tucker. He makes his way to his desk, his body is slouched and he has a blank expression on his face, per usual. He plops down onto the chair, rubbing his eyes, and stretches his arms out onto the desk, resting his head on one of them. God, I love him so much. How I wish to at least be acknowledged by him. For him to at least be aware of my existence. But then what's that saying? Be careful what you wish for. I suppose I should take that into account. But then again wishes don't come true. Do they?
The bell rings and I start making my way to my next class. It's becoming very crowded in the corridor leading to my classroom. I try to get through the crowd, but there are too many people. And that's when it happens.
Craig's POV:
I woke up. Or rather the sun woke me up. I look at the clock; 6:00 am. I groan. There's no point going back to sleep, because once I wake up I won't fall asleep. I roll out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. I wet my hand and run it through my dark messy hair, then I brush my teeth. Afterwards, I slowly drag myself to the kitchen in my boxer briefs.
"Put some clothes on!" my Mum exclaims but I just wave her off with one hand, while yawning and covering my mouth with the other.
Once I had a full English breakfast I go back to my room and get dressed in my usual blue button up shirt and black trousers. Once I'm done I walk up to the door, grab my bag and hat and walk out of the house.
No clouds today. Hmm. I throw my bag onto the passenger seat and get in the front seat of my car. I make my way to school, then I walk through the front entrance and to the playground, where I meet my best friends, Clyde and Token, at the usual place. We greet each other and just have a casual conversation.
"5 minutes 'till the bell." Token informs us, while looking at his expensive watch.
"Kay," I say lazily, "I'll see you guys in class."
They wave goodbye and I walk around the corner of the school building, the smokers spot. There's a bunch of people here and there with lit cigarettes in their hands. A cloud of smoke occupies the area and the floor is littered with cigarette butts. I can already smell the smoke from a few steps away and I can hear lighters being lit and some people slowly breathing out the smoke with shaky breaths. Further down there's three guys, one of which looks like he's being pressured while the other two are laughing. The guy then proceeds to lighting a cigarette and smoking it, after which the air is ruptured with violent coughing. I smirk.
I usually smoke in the mornings and I like to take my time so that's why I'm usually late. It just prepares me for the whole day of stupidity and time wasting ahead of me. I take one last, long drag out of my cigarette and throw it on the floor. Then I slowly make my way to class. The bell rang 5 minutes ago but I don't really care. As I open the door and walk into the classroom Mr Garrison tells me I'm late. Gee, really? I didn't notice the giant fire alarm going off every single morning that could be heard all the way in Denver. As usual, I flip him off. Daily routine. I sit down in my chair, and relax on the table. I pull my hat a little down over my face and start day dreaming since Mr Garrison doesn't actually teach us anything. I just think about random things and plan my day ahead.
I hear the bell ring so I grab my bag and make my way to my next class. I wait for my friends, of course. As I start walking, the corridor becomes rather crowded and as I try to make my way through all the people, I can't seem to be able to move. Then, it happens.
Tweek's POV:
I keep trying to get past all the people but I have no luck. Then suddenly, I feel a strong push from behind, sending me flying into someone and pushing us both to the floor. When I open my eyes the first thing I realise is that both of us are on the floor and that I am on top of the other guy. Oh my gosh I'm in so much trouble! What if it's the school bully and he's going to beat me up?
Everyone around us stops walking and forms a circle around us. They're all silent. What's wrong? Some of them are covering their mouths, some of them are gasping. What happened?! I can hear murmuring and people whispering. I can feel my heart beating faster and faster, as I come to the realisation that something really bad just happened.
That's when I realise who I'm on top of. A guy. But not just any guy. Craig. Fucking. Tucker.
But that's not all. I feel something warm on my lips. I look down and see that our lips are touching.
Holy.
Shit.
I look at Craig with terror in my eyes while he looks back with his surprised ice blue irises.
Well I guess wishes do come true. But not the way they should.
I can't move from the sheer terror that has seized my body which I'm probably emitting.
That's when I gain control of my body and as soon as I do, I get of Craig and I'm twitching way more than ever. I touch my lips and intake a short, sharp breath, a silent gasp. I grab my hair and tug, trying to contain my spasms. I just kissed Craig Tucker! Oh my holy shit!
"Gah! I-I-I'm s-s-orry, C-Craig!" I exclaim. My hands are frantically waving in the air. I can feel a blush spreading on my cheeks, as they glow with warmth and embarrassment.
"I-I'm so s-sorry! Gah!" I exclaim once again, twitching uncontrollably. Tears start forming in my eyes, still full of terror. I am terrified, upset, uncomfortable and happy at the same time.
Craig gets up of the floor and opens his mouth to speak but before he can say anything, I run off, sobbing into the crook of my elbow leaving him standing there, surrounded by a bunch of people with similar expressions as Craig, his mouth open, dumbfounded. What if he hates me?
Wooh, dramatic : o. Tweek, you idiot, how can Craig hate yeww? :3. A lot of POV switching going on there :b. What do you think is gonna happen now, guys. :D oh btw if you want any side pairings in the story, then review telling me which and I shall try and add them later on. And please review in general, :3 Btw, pikachu said hi.
