A/N: This chapter is kind of short and it's probably my least favourite so far. I wanted to write Kenny's story but I've decided that I want it to be set in the dorms and that I didn't want to just jump from Stan's story straight onto Kenny's.

So it turns out there really isn't that much to see in South Park, but that's ok because Stan hasn't let go of my hand since we left the school. I've seen the normal school, the park, this pizza place that Stan used to go to, the cinema and a few little shops. "Should we see if we can find the others?" I asked.

"We don't need to" Stan answered. "They're probably in the coffee shop."

"So you've known where they are this whole time?" I questioned, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah" Stan answered with a sly grin. "But if we'd gone and found them straight away I wouldn't have been able to have you to myself for a few hours would I?" he said wrapping his arms around my waist as he walked behind me, guiding me in the diretion of the coffee shop. When we enter the shop everyone looks up at us but Stan didn't loosen his grip on me in fact he only tightened his grip slightly and I knew why as well, he didn't want to feel the pain that came with putting distance between us.

"Hi guys" I greeted.

"Hey" they all chorused back at us, grinning like lunatics.

"Would you get a fucking room already" a monotone voice said venomously and I didn't need to look to see who it was.

Craig had been glaring at me from the moment we walked into the room, I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head. I just didn't understand why he was being like this. What had I done to offend him so badly? Why did he seem to hate me all of a sudden? He was ok with me the first time I saw him, he was glad to see me even... so what the hell had changed in the past few days to make him act like this? It's not just me either, he seems to have distanced himself from everyone, even Tweek's noticed. Something is wrong, something is definitely wrong. I know I told Wendy that I would talk to him, but at the moment I just don't think I can. Instead I'll just do my best to ignore him.

I did it again! I got so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Tweek tapping me on the shoulder until Stan pinched me "Owww what the fuck was that for?"

"You were daydreaming again" Stan chuckled. "Tweek was trying to ask you something."

"Huh?" I turned to see the blonde stood next to me "Oh, sorry Tweek, what did you want?"

"I need to talk to you" he answered, sounding even more on edge than usual.

"Ok" I replied. Stan reluctantly let go of my waist "I'll be back in a minute" I reassured him as I followed Tweek outside, he started to pace, mumbling under his breath about something. "Tweek?" I asked, suddenly feeling nervous. "What's wrong?"

Tweek abruptly stopped to look at me, almost as if he had forgotten I was there "I have an affinity" he stated.

"Well that's awesome Tweek but I don't understand why you had to bring me out he-"
"I have an affinity with death" he interrupted, sounding more serious than I had ever heard him, probably because he wasn't shreiking randomly in the middle of his sentences. "That's how I can see the ghosts."

"Oh, ok" I answered, still not knowing where he was going with this.

"They've been t-talking to me" he explained, the paranoid ticks slipping back into his voice. "About you." Oh no, there's that nervous feeling again, Tweek checked my reaction before continuing. "Something bad is going to happen! The ghosts -gah- they know things, they can sense that something bad is going to happen and it somehow involves you."

"How?" I asked anxiously.

"I don't know! The won't tell me! " he yelled in frustration. "It's really -ngh- annoying!" he shouted again, kicking some snow and reaching up to tug on his hair.

I pushed his arm back down "Don't pull your hair Tweek."

"But it's -gah- the way they're acting as well. There's one person in this group that they won't go anywhere near, like he litteraly repels them."

"Who?" I question.

"Craig" he answered and for some reason a chill crept up my spine, like hundreds of spiders crawling along my back. "For some reason the ghosts avoid them like the plague, I just -ack- can't work it out!" Then he paused and turned to look at me again. "I don't know what it is but I think it all links together somehow, my affinity, the spirits avoiding Craig and... you. It's leading up to something, I can feel it." Tweek suddenly let his frustration take over, spinning to face his invisible informants "WHY WON'T YOU -GAH!- JUST TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON? JUST TELL ME WHAT'S HAPPENING TO CRAIG! I CAN'T -ACK!- I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! I NEED TO KNOW!..." he collapsed, kneeling in the snow and burrying his face in his hands "... I need to know" he sobbed, starting to cry uncontrollably.

I dropped to his level and wrapped my arms around him "Hey" I said softly, stroking his hair comfortingly and trying to avoid the familiar, dull pain that began to flow through my body from being away from Stan for too long. "It's ok Tweek, it's ok."

"I just..." he paused to take a deep, shaky breath "... I want my Craig back... the way he used to be."

"I know" I admitted. "I do too."

Then he took me completely by surprise "You're imprinted with Stan aren't you?"

I just stared at him for a second in bewilderment "How did you-"

"They told me" he replied gesturing towards the people only he can see with a motion of his head. "Plus I can tell from your body language, you're in pain right now aren't you... because he's not close enough. I know exactly what you're feeling, I'm feeling it too."

"Maybe we should get back to the others" I suggested. "It's obviously not doing you any good to stress over what all of this means, we'll try and figure it out later ok?"

Tweek nodded as I helped him up off the floor and we made our way back inside but I still heard Tweek mumble "What if there is no 'later'?" and suddenly something snapped inside of me, I mean who the hell does Craig thing he is? Doesn't he even care about what he's doing to Tweek?

"That's it" I growled frustratedly. "Tweek go and sit down, I'm gonna sort this whole mess out right now." I walked straight past Stan, who was exchanging a worried look with Kenny, but I ignored them and strode right over to Craig, the charcole haired boy glancing up at me boredly. "Craig, I need to talk to you" I snapped, even I was a little bit shocked by my sudden hostility.

"Then talk" he demanded.

"Outside" I said through gritted teeth, getting even more annoyed by how calm he was being. To my futher annoyance he didn't budge... so I grabbed him by arm and practically hauled him outside, then I shoved him backwards. He stumbled slightly but caught his balance.

"What the fuck is wrong with you lately?" I almost screamed at him.

"You're the one screeching like a maniac" he retorted.

"Don't you even care?" I asked. "Don't you care about the fact that you're hurting everyone around you?" He just answered by shrugging and I had to hold myself back from punching him. "Tweek is worried about you... do you eveen give a crap about that?" That struck a nerve, he visibly tensed, clenching his fists and glaring at me.

"Well you would know wouldn't you?" he said through gritted teeth.

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?" I replied.

"Don't play fucking dumb Kyle!" Craig spat."Tweek and Wendy have been like your fucking pets ever since you started at this school."

I rolled my eyes at him "You know what Craig, you're just a pathetic, jealous asshole!"

Then I turned to walk away but he stopped me by saying "That's why I don't like you." I spun around to face him "Just because you've got some fancy green markings you think you're so much better than everyone else!You've changed Kyle. You think you can walk right in and make everyone instantly adore you or something! Well you know what? I'm not gonna be one of them, I'm not going to be one of your sheep!"

"Fine!" I snapped. "If that's the way you feel then I'm done trying to talk to you! For your information I don't think I'm better than anyone and I'm not the only one who's changed! I've had it with trying to put up with your bullshit! From now on I'm not even going to acknowledge your existance!"

"Fine by me" Craig stated as I stormed back inside. "Oh and by the way no one wants to see you and your stupid lap dog sprawled out on the couch first thing in the morning!"

What the hell happened to him?