Chapter Two

Craig Tucker stood at the Marsh's doorstep early the next morning. He kept looking around with his narrowed gaze in case anyone else decided to turn up. He wasn't sure why he was suddenly so keen to do this now he knew he'd have to put up with the likes of Wendy for two weeks, but he guessed the eagerness of learning Stan's darkest secrets were what was keeping him interested.

He finally decided to knock on the door and shove his hands in his pockets as he waited for the one he'd come to see. Moments later he heard the muffled sound of someone running down a flight of stairs; and that similar looking male opened the door slowly.

"Oh, hey Craig." Stan stated softly before opening the door wide open to allow his guest in. "We better be quick about this; the guys usually pick me up around eight."

"Yeah sure, it shouldn't take too long." He mustered a halfhearted grin before following his should-be twin up the staircase and into his bedroom. Instantly Craig was memorising his surroundings; taking note of what he kept around and what he couldn't have in plain view.

"I thought about this last night." Craig said quietly as he kept looking around. "We have different eye colours. Wendy is gonna notice if she decides sucking face is her activity." He soon however shuddered at the thought.

"No problems; my sister gave me coloured contacts yesterday. Apparently she needs to change eye colours for every guy she dates now to keep things fresh." Stan finished packing his things into his bag, before going to pick out what Craig was going to wear for the day. "Ironically there's a blue pair and a chocolate pair so we'll be cool with that."

"Good, because I don't wanna be beaten by the likes of you anytime soon." His lips formed an evil smirk.

"Well, All I wanna do is prove that everyone is stupid." Stan threw a pair of baggy blue jeans and a brown shirt on the bed beside his beanie, red scarf and the school's football jersey of green and white. "There's the clothes for today."

Craig raised an eyebrow, before shrugging and pulling off his blue turtleneck and black skinny jeans. His hat and converse soon followed, and he flicked his fringe slightly. "There is yours. Hope it's not too gay for your tastes."

Stan shrugged before letting his robe drop into a mess on the floor. He picked up Craig's turtleneck and stretched it a few times before chucking it over his head and pulling it down. He frowned and pulled on the neck. "How the hell do you wear this?"

"Quite easily actually." Craig threw the brown shirt on and started buttoning it up at the front and stretching his arms out to show the obvious baggage in it. "You know you could wear tight stuff and get away with it right? People would drool over you."

"I guess, but I feel more comfortable not drawing more attention to myself sometimes." He pulled up the jeans, and struggled to get them done up. Once he did, he thought they would rip any second. "Jesus Christ dude! Are these like girl's size or something? What happens if you get aroused?"

Craig smirked and pulled the baggy jeans on. "I've learnt to control myself with that. Though I think I can let loose if these are what you wear constantly. That's the real reason you wear these right?"

"No!" Stan frowned and pulled Craig's hat on. It felt funny since he was so use to his beanie, but he could deal with it.

Craig tussled his fringe around his forehead messily and pulled the beanie on. They both looked in the mirror at the same time, and nodded in partial disbelief and partial amusement.

"This is going to be so much fun." Craig commented as he quickly pushed Stan's fringe to the side. "That's better. Just need contacts and we're good to go."

Stan grabbed a couple of small boxes from his bathroom, and handed Craig the one with the blue stripes on it. They both opened them up and looked at each other nervously before going to work. After a few grunts and yelps in pain; they had both achieved to place both contacts it. Craig smirked and Stan smiled in triumph.

"So, it's like fifteen minutes til the guys get here, so we may as well get some basic things covered before we head off." Stan said softly. "Your guys are coming here too yeah?"

"That's right." Craig pondered for a moment, before clearing his voice and speaking again. "So your voice is kinda gravely right?"

Stan blinked a few times at how accurate he sounded before swallowing and speaking. "And yours is kinda nasally and higher pitched."

"Geez, didn't realise I sounded that bad." Craig chuckled and tapped his chin. "Well, I guess you just gotta act like you don't care about much. And don't panic if Tweek grabs the chain on your pants; it's like his safety net at school without getting busted for indecency."

Stan cocked an eyebrow. "So what does he usually grab then?"

"My hand you pervert. Also, Clyde will try to sway you to date girls. Flip him off every time he starts talking about them."

"Well, that sounds fun." Stan smirked. "Oh, Kenny will try to sway you into sex. Just think of a counter remark and he shuts up. Cartman you just ignore until Kyle arches up, then you attack him too. And Kyle tends to get a bit touchy-feely outside of public view."

"And Wendy?"

"Just um, do what you think I'd do to her."

"So attempt to puke on her; got it." Craig rolled his eyes at Stan' disapproving look. It did however look strange considering it wasn't really Stan, but himself looking at him.

The doorbell rang no later, and they picked up each other's bag before going down the staircase. Craig; dressed as Stan grabbed the door and opened it with a soft smile.

"Hey guys." He said calmly, and Stan; dressed as Craig mustered a smirk.

This is gonna be too easy. Stan thought to himself as he walked behind the rest of them.