Hello, hello! I've been very busy, but I'm finally able to start this series! While I've done series revolving around a central character, I don't think I've done multiple so here's my take on the SP kids in high school.

To break down simply: The characters in this intro chapter are gonna be the central plots of the story. Other characters will still have their own spotlight, but everything is molded by these main stories introduced in Chapter 1.

It's their senior year! I'm going into my final year of undergrad at university so there might be some emotional projection here..? Lol.

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The growing pot of Tegridy Weed couldn't look more serene as the night's wind swayed against it. Seventeen-year-old Wendy Testaburger sat on the bench swing in one of the Marsh's farm fields as she waited on her high school sweetheart. Draped in her usual style of a purple fitted turtleneck and a high-waisted brown suede skirt. Matched with yellow knee-high socks and knee-high laced brown suede boots. As well as a purple headband to frame her hair around her face in her adorned preppy style.

The porch door squeaked open as Stan Marsh emerged and walked past a white fence to her. Carrying two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. He was dressed in the usual chill style of his favorite worn brown hoodie and red tee. Blue-greyish cargo pants, and laced black chucks. He came and took a seat by his girlfriend and offered her a mug, which she gratefully took. Clinking porcelain together in celebration of the last night of summer vacation before the unpredictable future that awaited them;

Senior Year.

Wendy inhaled the steaming chocolatey goodness that awaited, blowing off the heat before taking her first sip. Hot drinks in the summer were underrated, and she couldn't believe this would be one of her last summer traditions before the future of university and life choices awaited them. Stan too drank his mug a little apprehensively. Excited for the joys this year would bring, yet the terrifying changes.

"Nervous?"

Stan looked over at his girlfriend's waiting eyes and didn't bother to hide his quivering smile. "I might shit my pants.."

Wendy chuckled, lacing a free hand with his. "Me too.."

She stared into his eyes, taking in the last moments of a carefree summer with him. It had been one of the best so far and Wendy wished it was moments like this that could last forever. Especially before she got back into her busy-bee schedule in the school year. She watched her boyfriend as he looked at her face with hesitance.

"You okay?"

Stan blinked in regaining attention. "You think we could change Friday's plans to Saturday?"

Wendy knew what that meant. "What happened?"

"My dad's having some stupid specialty sale.." Stan said. "I swear I'm trying to get out of it."

Knowing the strain Stan had been having with the family business and his father, Wendy understood. "It's okay..I'd rather you not get in trouble."

Stan nodded. Shelly said she'd be visiting that weekend from university up in Wyoming, but with Randy trying to get her to stay a bit longer for some sales assistance, she was suddenly 'busy.' Stan couldn't blame her. Their dad's plans had a constant problem of interfering with theirs. Stan was already trying to scout for a good engineering program to get into without his dad being over his shoulder asking if he was sure that's truly what he wanted when there were so many other options that built...'tegridy.

Wendy tried to be understanding, it hadn't been easy. In a way, she did understand. She knew she wanted to go into some type of health science, though she didn't know what field. Biology seemed like the weighed option right now. And even as goal-oriented as that was, it didn't stop her parents from being all up in her grades and pushing her to make a decision sooner than later.

"Saturday is fine," Wendy said, still seeing Stan stressed over the issue.

"Okay.."

Wendy stroked the top of his hand against his knee. "Might as well start the year on a peaceful note."

She looked up as Stan nudged her by the shoulder. "Add that to your valedictorian speech." He winked.

Wendy rolled her eyes and pushed him back. "I doubt I'll be able to keep my grades up with everything going on."

"Are you kidding?" Stan said. He knew how involved his girlfriend was in school curricula and academics, but only because of how she could juggle responsibilities so well. If anyone could do it, it was her. "You'll make it, for sure."

She chuckled. "Kyle might just beat me to it."

"We can blackmail him. Get him to take salutatorian."

"With what? Your dad's Tegridy?"

"If it works..."

Wendy bit down a grin as she stared at Stan. He curved his lips. "What?" He laughed.

"Now you do sound like Randy Marsh."

Stan carefully put his mug aside as Wendy eyed what he was doing. Before he fake 'stabbed' himself in the chest with a fist and stuck out his tongue in a feign of death. Gasping out and falling back on the bench swing as he fake spurred blood with his hands from the 'stab wound.' Wendy laughed as she caught his frailing hands and laid back with him, Stan joining in on her contagious laughter.

Senior Year was one to be discovered, but this summer together was everlasting.

Across town, an ashy brunette sat against the base of her bed as she wrote in her journal. Engulfed by the gentle moon glow as she faced the window and let a crack open for the breeze to fill her room. Her bedside table was the only unnatural light source she chose to have on. She tried to block out the muffling of her parents' fighting downstairs by the white noise of her floor fan wind hitting against her face. She was still in her day clothes of her short overall denim dress over a pear-green puff-sleeve floral blouse. As well as yellow vans with matching pear-green socks rising just above her ankles, and a baby blue scrunchie holding half her ashy brown locks up to tie in her chosen geeky-chic style.

She wrote against the yellow pages in the lilac-leathered covering of her personal journal. One of many journals she classed compared to her written works ideas journal, her planner for the yearbook, and an extra for mapping out stories and articles. Writing had been one thing she'd taken seriously more than anything for as long as she could remember.

Last day of summer. Nightfall before Senior Year. Can't say it hasn't been good, but some things don't change that I can't understand. Eric keeps me awake on nights when I don't wanna think about it. On nights I do, he doesn't wanna talk about it.

She takes a moment to think, drumming her blue pen against the page.

Is this gonna stay the same when we leave for uni? I don't know what I want, anymore. But I know just leaving isn't a guarantee for what I want. There are some things not worth losing in all of this.

She heard the yelling between her parents downstairs escalate and rolled her eyes.

P.S., please see to it that the universe forces my parents to get a divorce soon.

She closed her book and set it aside. Stretching her legs out as she propped one foot over the other and took in what had been a hard end to the summer. After another fight with her long-term boyfriend Eric Cartman, she couldn't say it was making tomorrow any more exciting. He said that she said something...she'd lost track. It was past caring about at this point.

Heidi Turner was a nice, heartwarming girl as reputed by others. But things weren't always the same on the inside.

Her phone buzzed against her thigh, and Heidi sighed. Not even bothering to look at the collar ID as she answered and raised it to her ear.

"Yes, Eric?"

There were sobs, no doubt. Which made her sigh again. They hadn't even called it quits this time, and yet, here he was blubbering for forgiveness.

"H-Heidi! Heidi, please!"

"Eric.."

"Heidi, I want to do better! I-I wanna make things right! I wanna do my senior year with YOU!"

She would've usually mandated and tried to teach him his wrongdoings somehow. As she stared tiredly into the moon though, she decided to leave it to him.

"How are you gonna do that..?"

"I'll pick you up! Tomorrow!" Cartman continued to sob. "I'll be there early, with coffee, and we can chat. You and me!"

Feeling no energy, and knowing she had a few things to get done before a good night's sleep, she conceded. "Okay.."

"Okay, baby.."

"Bye, babe.." Heidi gently hung up and threw her phone onto the bed. Now realizing wetness occupied her cheeks as she lifted a shaky palm to wipe it away. Her heart felt exhausted and unable to comprehend anymore.

Tears were never a fun way to start off the school year.

Another kid of the same age lay on his own bed, looking to the ceiling in comprehending what was to come this year. Some weird stuff no doubt, he couldn't get through anything in this town without it. But, was he ready for the immense impact it would leave?

Kyle Broflovski sighed in preparation. His messy yet trimmed set of red curls lay against the white of his pillow. Dressed in his usual style of a green flannel over an orange tee, with forest green jeans and black and white Nikes he'd thrown off on the side of his bed. Wondering if his friends felt any more or less nervous than he did. He couldn't say college choices or jobs or internships were even the scary part of it all. Instead getting used to a new reality when all of it would be over. And how fast that time may go.

He rolled over, looking at the new backpack his mother had insisted on buying him. His parents were proud, nonetheless. Though he hadn't really accomplished anything yet. His grades were top-tier but graduation wasn't for months. Meanwhile, Kyle felt a little wary about how the year was gonna be spent. He'd promised himsewlf he'd try to relax and enjoy the time he had left, but, with his parents working extra hours and Ike needing help too, that was proven to be hard. Kyle didn't complain, he knew his family had enough to deal with already. Gerald was spending later hours at the attorney's office and town council, and Sheila had been driving back and forth to Denver for a new job. Ike needed rides, so Kyle was there. The house needed tending, so Kyle was there. Packages to sign, dinner to make.

Wasn't what he pictured as relaxing, but Kyle didn't go back on promises. And he especially didn't pull out the safety net from those who needed him the most.

He'd confide in Stan, though he knew he was probably having his traditional end-of-the-summer hot chocolate with Wendy. Which had probably escalated to a make-out in the Tegridy barn by now. He rolled over and reached for his phone, deciding to catch up with his other best friend who lived across the tracks just across town...

Kenny McCormick sat on the back porch, feeding the neighbor's cat a piece of salami. The calico had snuck through the fence on a getaway for a snack. The little fluffy creature always knew she could rely on the blond kid from a few doors down for a late-night treat when needed. The teen never really protested, the back of the family's house had a nice framed view of some of the mountainsides rearing out of town on this side of the tracks.

Kenny watched the calico cat munch on the piece of meat. The boy was dressed in his typical orange hoodie with a graphic black design of a Naruto stencil, and a silver dog-collar necklace hanging over from around his neck. His pants were green cargo with a silver pocket chain and black timberlands. The honey-blonde of his hair had been trimmed into a short but often untamable shag.

He still watched the cat as he thought about upcoming things he'd have to deal with sooner or later. Deciding what came after this year, namely. He knew his choices, and he was fine with them. Denver and Fort Collins had some pretty good options for studying. His older brother Kevin had gone down to Fort Collins a few years earlier to study mechanical engineering and started working in mechanics part-time. If he could do it, so could Kenny.

While his parents had the money saved for their kids to pursue college, he knew the low income made college living arrangements an issue. He knew aiming to get into Colorado State meant he could stay with Kevin the meanwhile. Otherwise, aim for a school where a family member lived or dorms were cheap at least for the first year. Maybe somewhere close to South Park.

Though Kenny knew more than anyone he'd wanted to see much more outside Colorado. A benefit that he didn't always have since he was young. And in wanting to study Physics full-time? He knew those options could be anywhere.

The door of the back porch slid open, and Kenny looked behind him.

His baby sister, not so much a baby anymore, stood there apprehensively. Dressed in her usual comfy style of an oversized forest-green zip-up hoodie, dusty mom jeans, and black combat boots. Her dirty blonde hair was tied to the side in a messy braid.

Kenny smiled gently at the almost-sophomore. She looked nervous. Karen had always been the more worrisome of the three McCormick children.

"What's up?"

She smiled crookedly. "Are you really leaving after this year?"

He shifted over, indicating that she come and join him. She did so as she gave the cat her fingers to sniff. The calico did so, happily rubbing herself up against Karen's leg.

"I guess so."

Karen nodded. "Thank god."

Kenny gawked. "Hey-!" He punched Karen's shoulder who snorted. She definitely inherited her brothers' ways as she got older. The middle child McCormick looked down at his phone, suddenly seeing a notification light up from Kyle.

You nervous about tomorrow?

Kenny thoroughly considered it before replying.

Like hell.

South Park High had more than one array of a few long-term couples. Two teen boys sat at the window booth of a Denny's as they sipped on their late-night milkshakes and fries. The one with dark locks wore a deep blue zip-up hoodie similar to the beanie hanging off the back of his head. As well as black jeans and combats. His boyfriend, the one with the full head of spiky blond hair, wore his usual get-out of a long-sleeve green tee and black jeans with rips at the knees with white high-top vans.

Craig Tucker looked across at his boyfriend as the blond teen tapped his fingertips against the tall glass of his strawberry shake. Craig smiled a bit, knowing Tweek Tweak could only be one of the few to bring out the genuine softness Craig wasn't always front with everyone with. When Tweek's nerves calmed or spiked, Craig couldn't help but be hopelessly gushy over him either way.

Tweek stopped as a hand reached over his that lay on the table. Realizing he'd been rubbing his thumb and index together as he got lost in a downward spiral of anxiety. He looked up at the reassuring eyes of his boyfriend. For him, Tweek tried to reconnect back to earth.

"It's gonna be fine," Craig's even, low voice assured.

Tweek's eyes lifted, giving a little twitch. "B-Babe.."

"It will be."

Tweek didn't want to say he wasn't looking forward to the school year. But, senior year meant making decisions he'd otherwise hate to change. Nothing was set in stone, as his parents reminded him. But, for Tweek one bad decision would set off a wave of regret for him.

"You excited for Anime Club on Thursday?" Craig asked in an attempt to distract him. He stirred the foam of his milkshake by the straw. "New recruitment season. You're the boss."

Tweek had taken over as president of the club from last year's graduate, Laurie Cunningham. It was a nice escape to gather those who had a mutual liking and obsession for the genre. Tweek still had some decisions to make regarding what to do after graduation. He knew he wanted to do something computer science related. Craig had ideas for schools and backups to study communications. As risky as it was...if Tweek decided, Craig could mold his decision around his. It meant more time with him when their time as kids in this town was about to expire.

Craig's phone buzzed with his dad's name flashing across the screen. A text he promptly ignored. "Jimmy started watching Fairy Tail."

Having begged their friend to get into one of the best adventure animes of the decade, they thought it was a great discussion to get into the first week. Tweek still had to advertise for new members to join, but those returning wanted to get into session discussions and snacking right away.

Tweek snorted against his milkshake. "Did you see the Reddit meme Kenny sent?"

Craig's phone buzzed and he blinked in annoyance. While Tweek's nerves melted, he could see them slowly entering his boyfriend.

The boy in blue shook his head, not taking his eyes off his boyfriend. "It's nothing.."

"You should text him back."

Craig paused before thumbing his phone. Reading the short text chain of his dad asking where he was. With no answer from his only son, there was a quick follow-up;

Are you out this late.

Craig rolled his eyes and put his phone down. Thomas could guess where his son was and Craig wasn't in the mood to get into an involuntary fight. There was no point when he knew how it would end; Disagreeing to disagree. His dad wouldn't care if Craig was dating a much 'different' form of a person.

"Jimmy said Laxus was his favorite character so far." Tweek said, knowing Craig had tight opinions about the show.

"Jackass.." Craig muttered through a chuckle.

Tweek's eyes still eyed Craig's phone. "Did he ask-?"

"It's fine," his boyfriend said. "Like it matters."

In a way, it shouldn't. Tweek knew Craig's tolerance was growing small each day. It wasn't exactly peachy being some of the only out kids town. Especially not when Thomas Tucker made a blatant effort to ignore his son's relationship. Tweek's parents were surprised by Tweek coming out, sure, but were lovely with both him and Craig. Ironically a lot of their friends' families found it in them to be happy for the boys except for Mr. Tucker. Least of all Craig's grandparents, who he once had been close with too. His mother tried, but, Craig argued it was the least of his worries.

Tweek made an effort to be available, even if Craig was pretty reserved about everything. Tolkien was the one who'd said; Tweek barfed his concerns all over the place. Craig kept it in like he was carrying a massive shit.

Craig shoved his phone away. Tweek knew massive shits exploded eventually.

To be continued...

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So, yeah! I love Creek but they're not my writing expertise, so I hope to do Creek fans proud with this story! Like I said, these kids are the main stories of the series but we get to meet the other kids as teens next chapter!

See you in a week!