A/N: I will be keeping them as Stan and Craig instead of swapping like most stories do.

Not much is happening, I promise I'll get to the real ball game as soon as I can!

Chapter Three

"Hey Stan." Kyle said politely to Craig, who gave this cheesy smile back.

Thank god he got that mouth fixed. Stan pondered to himself as he gave a minor eye roll behind the other male. Clyde popped his head in behind with an eyebrow raised.

"Craig, dude. Why meet here?" He asked curiously.

"Because I had homework to go over." Stan replied with a bored tone, and sighed with relief as his apparent voice imitation seemed to work perfectly from Clyde's satisfied nod. "Come on, like I wanna be around these guys any longer. "

He hip and shouldered past Craig, who kind of lurched forward slightly into Kyle. The red head's arms instantly reached out to steady his supposed best friend, and eyed Stan curiously before turning back to Craig to do what he does best. Baby him.

That's maybe one of the things Stan hated about his best friend; the mothering act. He got it from his mother. Stan knew it was an act of care, but to see Craig actually smiling; smiling! Made him cringe and his face heat up a little. He huffed and walked to his new posse; consisting of Clyde, Tweek and Token. He made a motion for them to go ahead and leave the others; and as little as two steps; he felt tugging on his jeans. The fun begins. He said to himself.

"Okay class, turn your pages to number…"

Classes were always boring, and today was no different as Craig cupped his chin with his hands and leant on his elbows trying to listen in to the lecture. But he didn't like doing more than he had to. And he knew that as long as he looked enthralled that everyone would assume he was paying attention. He felt a small prod in his side, and turned to see Kyle retracting a pencil from his side.

"Something seems different about you."

Shit, he's caught on already?! Craig blinked a few times to try and string a sentence together Stan Marsh style. All that came out was "uhh…."

Kyle gave a chuckle. "I forgot you and Craig share notes. That's why at first it was a bit off you would have him at your house."

And saved. "Yeah…I needed them back and he's had them for like a week." Craig gave a small grin before letting his eyes wander back to the other boy currently sitting in his place; holding his best friend's hand and rubbing his thumb in circular motions to calm the blonde down. He gave a small frown.

"Stan, I need to ask…" Kyle paused as Craig's head whipped back around. "Are you and Craig like…you know…and just not telling me?"

If he could see his own face right now, it would've been priceless. But Craig knew he must've looked really intimidating as he felt his nostrils flare a bit and his eyes bulge slightly. "What?"

Kyle seemed taken aback. "I'll take that as a no. I was just checking. That's…good I guess."

"Good?" Craig was slightly confused. He knew Kyle and Stan were close, but surely the rumours were false. Or were they true?

"Well you know, after our talk you'd think that'd be totally weird dating someone that looked like you." He gave a shrug and looked down at his notebook. Craig wasn't sure if Stan had ever picked up on it; but he had noticed when Kyle was lying, he'd pretend to take notes to avoid eye contact. So he kept quiet about it and instead finished it with "Him and I will never be like that. Ever."

He noticed a tugging grin from his temporary best friend's freckled lips.

"I'm telling you man, Heidi has been giving you the look all day."

"No Clyde." Stan said for the fifteenth time that day. He could see why Craig got pissed off easily if he had to deal with stuff like this all the time. "I don't like any of the girls, and I am not going to date one so you can."

Clyde gave a pout. "But Craiiigggggg. You don't show interest in anything! How are we gonna hook you up if you don't tell us what you like?!"

"It's simple, you don't." Token butted in with a heavy sigh. "Clyde, not every boy needs a girlfriend in high school. Look at Wendy and Stan as a perfect example. He thinks he's got the golden goose…."

"But she's totally into Cartman." Tweek added, before giving a twitch of his head. "Stan's a bit thick if you ask me."

Stan growled a little under his breath, hoping his fuming at being made fun of wasn't apparent. "He's a bit thick." It was difficult, insulting himself. "I hate him so much."

"We know Craig, we know buddy." Token gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Just stop making it obvious about your little Jew crush."

"What."

"Argh!" Tweek knocked over his coffee, in which Stan instantly grabbed the cup and pulled it away. He plucked a serviette from the table's dispenser and began dabbing the brown liquid up. "S-sorry..."

"It's okay." Stan sort of cooed as he started leaving dry serviettes on the remaining coffee. "Not your fault."

" Wait, have I missed something?" Clyde asked, narrowing his gaze in confusion. Token merely gave a hearty laugh in reply.

No Clyde, you're not the only one. Stan thought to himself, as his gaze fell onto the other table, where Craig was laughing and grabbing his friends' shoulders affectionately.

"That rat son of a bitch."