CHAPTER 1

Craig had little sleep after that dream. His thoughts were filled with thoughts of Tweak. Tweak didn't have many friends in school, since his constant twitching, and his ramblings about gnomes freaked the others out, but Craig would talk to him. He was one of the few kids who didn't avoid him all together. As they grew, though, Craig started to talk to him less. He still talked to him, but he started to avoid him after being ridiculed by the other students, namely Cartman and his Jew boy friend.

He performed his daily routine, thinking about Tweak even more. What happened to him? Was he home-schooled? Why did he Leave? Did his family move? Did he die? Is he a cripple? A vegetable? Craig ruled the last two options out after thinking about Timmy and Jimmy. He inspected his hat before putting it on. The fabric was starting to fray. He looked at his hair without his hat. It was surprisingly soft, and it had grown to be shaggy enough for his bangs to show a little when he put on his hat.

He walked out the door, and out onto the streets of South Park. He never cared about what he wore. He didn't have many different clothes, and everything he wore was remotely the same.

It was a short walk to his bus stop where he saw Token waiting outside as well.

"Hey man, whats up?" Token asked, as they high fived, gripping each other's hand for a moment, until they dropped their hands to their sides. Token, being the only black kid in their class, let alone the entire school, so he had taken to wearing the traditional garments of a rapper. He walked (or perhaps waddled) around in jeans two sizes bigger than they should and a wife beater under his purple hoody. He had also recently traded his mini Afro for corn-rows.

"Not much. Had a weird fuckin dream though." Craig replied, shrugging.

"How so?" Token asked.

"well, it was just like, weird you know? Not what I normally dream." Craig said, in his deep nasally voice. Soon though, Clyde walked over to them. He had taken to wearing track pants and large pullovers.

"Hey guys. How you doing?" Clyde asked.

"If you want people to stop thinking you're fat, you should stop wearing such baggy clothes. It's not working man." Token told him.

"Fuck you. I wasn't asking you. How you doing Craig?" Clyde asked.

"He's kind of right, man." Craig told him, still preoccupied with his dream.

"You guys suck! How the hell do you live with yourselves?" Clyde asked, angry at the idea. He was so over being a bit chubby and being teased for it.

Craig sighed. "It doesn't mean you are fat, you just look fat. Why the fuck are we having this conversation? Why do you care?"

"Two words. Bebe fucking Stevens." He said, a sense of purpose in his voice.

"That's three." Token said.

"Don't fucking care. I am SO close to asking her out. We've been talking, and joking, and she grabbed my arm once. Physical contact. That's FLIRTING." Clyde exclaimed, excited at the prospect.

Craig grunted. Token wiped his face.

"Laugh all you want, but in two days, and a couple weeks, that pussy is MINE."

"Which pussy will be yours Clyde? Craigs?" Said a sneering voice. Craig turned around, his middle finger raised and ready. Eric Cartman strolled down the street, thick and big-boned as ever.

"Fuck off Cartman." Craig muttered.

"No, I don't think I will. You see, Clyde knows that I am joking, unlike you, who does not have a single ounce of humour in their body."

"I have humour." Craig said as he cleared his throat. "What, is the difference between a dead baby and a trampoline?" He started. Craig waited to see if they would try and answer. Cartman still had his sneer plastered to his face. Clyde was staring at Craig, blankly. Token had a look of disgust in the process of forming. "You take off your boots to jump on a trampoline."

"awwww... that's sick, man." Token said, jumping back a bit.

"I... I want to throw up." Gagged Clyde.

Cartman snorted. "Psh, just because you know a dead baby joke, doesn't mean you have a sense of humour Craig."

Craig shrugged and started to walk away, and reached the corner just as the bus arrived. Still a little shaken up, and disgusted, except for Cartman who was still chortling away at the prospect of him winning against Craig again the others followed. Then again, it might have been from the dead baby joke.

A/N: I'm sorry for the dead baby joke, guys. D: But I had to. Come on, can you imagine craig saying any other joke? The idea is absurd.

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