This is another story I started on deviantART. So don't freak out if you think I won't finish Once In A Lifetime. ^_^; But here it is!

So I Thought: Chapter 1

I sat in History class bored as hell, and not really paying attention to the teacher as I continued to draw in my sketch journal my parents got me for Christmas last year. It's nearly filled completely with a bunch of different sketches. They got me a lot of cool stuff for drawing, and even a Canon camera to take pictures with. And for my eighteenth birthday I got a bunch of ligitament drawing pencils. So I was pretty set.

I just kept drawing in my journal with my head in my hand, and looking up occasionally. I was drawing a person. A guy I've had a crush on since Freshman year when he came back from Arizona over the summer. He's absolutely gorgeous. Even in sketch form.

There, sitting diagonal from me and slumped over his desk sleeping, is Craig Tucker. Yeah, Tucker-the-Fucker. Before, I couldn't stand him. Craig was an complete and absolute dick to me. But somehow, he started becoming nicer to me, and I fell in love with that asshole. And I remember how it started.

It was a Christmas party at the Donovan's last year and all of us teens had to spend the entire evening in their basement. It was finished basement with a pool table, a huge TV, a bathroom, and even it's own little kitchen. It was almost like another home downstairs so it wasn't all that bad. But we were all playing Borderlands on Clyde's PS3 and just hanging out. Craig's group and mine. Like normal.

Well, I was getting something to drink from the the fridge and Craig came into the doorway at the same exact time. There was a mistletoe right above us. I looked up and noticed it, and Kenny started pestering us that, by tradition, we have to kiss underneath the mistletoe. Craig looked at him and flipped him off and said "No fucking way in Hell am I kissing Marsh" and I glared up at him. I know he hates me, but come on.

"Come one, Tucker. Don't be such a chicken. You're just scared to kiss him." Kenny said. And that's what got him. Everyone knows that Craig Tucker does not like being told he's scared or he's weak.

He looked down at me and grabbed my chin, forcing my head up to look at him. He leaned down, and took my lips into his. At first, my eyes were wide with shock, and I was about to tear him a new one, but something happened in that moment. The air around us felt heavy, and my eyes fell shut. We stayed there for a very long time. Probably about 30 seconds or so, but it fell like three minutes. After he pulled away, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn't believe what just happened.

I fell in love with him.

So that's my little love story. And the tragic thing is, I don't think he'll ever feel that way for me. But that doesn't stop me from loving him sadly.

I looked down at my drawing of Craig sleeping and made some adjustments to the shading. I drew Craig all of the time in that class. Mostly because I love the he looks when he sleeps. I even have drawings of him when he's doing school work. He looks good doing anything. Including nothing.

"I'm going to assign you all a partner, and then I'll tell you your project is." I looked up, and I noticed Craig wake up too when Clyde hit on the back of the head with his spiral notebook. Well, at least I finished drawing him.

I listened to tell us what our project is, and then put up a paper with the list of partners on it. I shut my sketch journal and went over to where everyone was crowded around the paper. I pushed through and figured, since I'm only 5'2, everyone else can see over me.

I stood a bit on my toes and dragged my finger down the list. I found my name and dragged my finger across to the other side of the paper to find my partner's name. My breath hitched.

Stan Marsh - Craig Tucker

I felt someone behind my put their arm over me to find their name on the list, and the finger landed on my name. I looked up behind me, and saw Craig's face. Oh God, he's gorgeous...

I contained myself and shook the fucking gayest of the gay thoughts out of my head, and turned around to look up at him properly. I rubbed the back of my neck.

"So, I guess we're partnered then, huh?" I said awkwardly. Craig shoved his hands in the pockets of his somewhat baggy jeans and looked at me with that poker face he holds all of the time.

"Yeah. I guess." He said. The bell rang, and we grabbed our stuff. I shoved my journals, pencils, and my History book into my messenger bag. I slung it over my shoulder when I felt a strong hand grab my left shoulder. I quickly turned around and caught Craig's look again.

"Come over to my house after school. We can work there." He said. I nodded.

"Okay. Sounds cool then. I'll come over after Art Club." I said. Craig nodded at me, and walked away. I watched him walk away, and nearly fell to the floor. I'm going to be at his house? I felt really nervous. I don't know why it's nerve racking to go over to his house, but it is for some weird reason. It's probably because I haven't been there since we were kids.

After school, I went straight to the Art room. All we really do in Art Club is draw. We draw for everything. The cover of the newspaper, team t-shirts, club posters, literally everything. At the moment, I was in the middle of drawing a poster for the basketball team. It was pretty cool, and it was coming out very well. I was drawing a picture of a basketball player doing a slam dunk on the hoop with his opponents underneath him. I was in the process of shading it, when , the art teacher and director of the club, called it the end of the day at 4:30. I put my giant ass poster away on one of the shelves, and said goodbye to one of the goth kids, Pete, and made my way out the door. Headed to Craig's house.

I walked down the street and towards Craig's house. Once I reached his house and noticed his car in the drive way confirming he's still home, I walked up the path way to his front door and knocked three times. I heard rustling in the house, and the sound of someone walking. The door opened, and Craig towered in the doorway, looking down at me.

"'Bout time, Shorty." He said. Yeah, he calls me shorty a lot. Everyone pretty much does, except Kenny and Cartman who calls me small stuff and bite size. I used to hate it, but I grew used to it.

"Hey. Can I come in?" I finally said, wanting to come in from the cold. Craig smirked at me and stepped to the side.

"Sure. My parents aren't going to be home until two in the morning and my sister will be gone all weekend. So we have the house to ourselves." He said. I followed him up the stairs and then a ladder type of stair case to the... attic?!

I came into his room, and looked around. It was probably the coolest room I've ever seen. It was insulated and looked like a regular room. There were posters of rock and punk rock bands all around his room and even white Christmas lights all around the ceiling and across his desk where his mac computer sat and Stripe sitting in his cage. I took my converse off, sat my stuff down, and sat on the floor across from him.

"Where are they?" I asked, just slightly curious. Craig stood back up and went to the mini fridge and grabbed a couple Dr. Peppers. He gave one to me before he sat back down.

"Well" he said, popping the can open. "Mom and Dad are at the Casino with family for my Aunt Caroline's birthday party, and Ruby is at a friends house." He said, while leaning up against his dresser that had his TV sitting on top of it, and resting his arm on the top of his knee.

"Ah" I said, taking out paper and my History book, along with a pencil, but I had to take out my most precious possession; my art journal. Craig raised an eyebrow when I gently sat it down on the floor. He took another sip of his and pointed at the journal.

"What's that?" he asked. I looked at him and gave him a crooked smile. "It's nothing. It's just a journal I draw in all the time. Nothing special." I said. Craig raised his eyebrows and sat up all the way.

"Yeah that's what I guessed. I always see you drawing in that thing. Are you any good?" He asked flatly. I crossed my legs underneath myself and folded my hands in my lap.

"Umm, well, I guess. I draw the club sports posters in Art Club, but, I don't know." I said, looking to the side, blushing.

"Really?" Craig asked, interest growing on his face. "What club posters have you drawn?" He asked. I looked at him and thought for a minute. Maybe I can mention the Production poster I drew since he's in that club.

"Umm, I drew the poster for the Production class last year." I said. Craig looked at me, and nearly choked on his .

"Seriously?! You drew that?" He asked, obviously shocked. I stared.

"Yeah, why?" For a second, I was scared he would criticize my art and say it sucked. I suck with criticism.

"Because it was the coolest poster we've ever had drawn for us in Production." He said. I smiled. It was pretty cool. Everyone previously always drew video cameras, but I don't like drawing just objects. I love drawing life. So I took a picture of the students in the Production room, and drew a poster of it. It turned out great. And they still have it in their room. Heh.

"Oh, thanks. It's my favorite piece of work I've drawn for any club" I said. Craig smiled at me. And I smiled back.

"I can't imagine what kind of awesome stuff you have in that journal of yours." He said, eyeing me while he leaned back against his dresser and pointed at my journal. I blushed again. I never let anyone touch it let alone look in it. Not even any of my friends. Including Kyle. Mostly because some of them is of Craig, and I don't want anyone to think I'm a fucking creepy stalker rapist or something of that nature.

"I don't let anyone touch it let alone look inside it" I fessed up. "It's just...well, I don't like being judged" I said. Craig looked at me in confusion.

"I never offered to look in it" he said flatly. I looked down at my hands. Crap. That's awkward. "Haha, you don't wanna be judged and yet you draw posters for school events and shit? How does that make any sense?" He then asked, laughing a little. I laughed too.

"I guess I'm just a weird person who doesn't make any sense." I said while laughing. I wasn't expecting to get along so well with Craig, but here we are, talking and laughing. Making jokes. It's strange how much times change.

We started working and talking about what should go in the power point presentation and what we should say. We had small conversations on the side here and there a little bit, but the time came when my parents called me. I looked at my iPhone and noticed it was 9:30. I held it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I spoke into it.

"It's time to come home, Stanely. It's getting late." My dad spoke to me on the other end. I sighed.

"Okay. I'm on my way" I said, before hanging up. Craig looked at me.

"Parents want you home?" he asked. I nodded while putting all my stuff into my bag and standing up, putting my converse back on, my black hoodie, and pulling up my skinny jeans. Even with my belt on the very last notch, my jeans still manage to fall down my hips. Craig laughed.

"You're really skinny, Marsh. Maybe you should go on an all Twinkie diet." He said still laughing, getting up too and throwing our empty cans away. I laughed too.

"Yeah well I don't like Twinkies. I don't eat that processed shit" I said, still laughing. I headed towards the little door on the floor and opened it. Craig grabbed something that sounded like keys and grabbed my arm.

"No fucking way are you walking home by yourself this late at night. I'm driving you" he said. I blushed. I didn't object though for two very good reasons.

One, I don't have to walk home in the freezing cold in the dark wearing a thin hoodie. And two, Craig offered to drive me home! I'm not going to pass that up!

He went down the ladder first, and then I followed. I missed a step, unfortunately, and fell off the ladder. Craig quickly caught me, and sounded mad.

"Fuck, be careful, dummy!" He said. But I looked at him, and he looked at me. It was awkward the way we just looked into each other's eyes while he held me in his arms. It felt... right.

We snapped out of it, and Craig let me down carefully.

"Next time, I'm holding onto you while you go down that ladder." He said. I nodded.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Craig said that it was okay, and we headed out the door to his car. We got in, buckled up and Craig started driving off towards my house.

Once he stopped outside my house, I unbuckled my seat belt and looked at him.

"Thanks for driving me. You didn't have to do that you know." I said. Craig shrugged.

"I don't like the idea of someone like you walking by themselves this late at night without someone with them." he said. I looked at him.

"Why?" I asked, with a chuckle behind my voice. "I do it all the time."

Craig laughed and said "Well, you're probably every pedophile's dream. Lets just leave it at that. Now get the fuck out of my car before I kick you out." He said, obviously joking. I laughed.

"Haha okay. Bye Craig" I got out of his car and walked into my house. I went up to my room and shut my door, setting all of my stuff down, and getting out of my clothes. I took off my skinny jeans and my t-shirt, throwing them in my hamper. I got into an XL sized Terrance and Phillip t-shirt that was Cartman's at one time, and pulled back my covers. I climbed into my bed and turned out the light.

I fell asleep, thinking about Craig before I fell asleep.