What's Mine Is Yours

Chapter One: Tweek's P.O.V

It started as a harmless prank. At least, it would have been if the one being pranked was anyone but Craig Tucker. That boy was too serious for his own good. Everyone in South Park knew about his violent streak and aggressive nature. Especially me; a twitchy little blond with an unhealthy addiction to coffee, and an even worse knack for getting into trouble. This is where the story starts, and my life possibly comes to an end.

I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me take you to the beginning... before the beginning:

It was an unusually sunny Tuesday afternoon in the crazy, mountain town of South Park, Colorado. Classes have just let out at the crappy high school and kids were running frantically, trying to escape the confines of the concrete building. I say "crappy" because that is the only way to describe this sorry excuse for a school. Don't get me wrong, I love school as much as the next loser, but this school was special. It was basically a prison full of juvenile, angry teenagers and teachers who couldn't give two shits about their students. I don't blame them. I hated everyone. With one exception. Yes, Craig Tucker. I'm still not sure what it is that draws me to Craig. Maybe it was because he was just that - Craig. Dark hair, blank expression, feared by all. Not to mention devastatingly handsome. If you haven't noticed, I am totally in love with him. Although we haven't spoken since that bullshit fight in third grade, I still find myself thinking about him at home, and watching him at school. I swear I'm not a creepy stalker. Jesus, I'm way too accident-prone to be unnoticed. Yet, Craig has managed to avoid me up until now. But that was going to change. This year, sixteen year old Craig Tucker will be mine. Mwah ha ha.

Okay, maybe I'm a little creepy. Obsessed, even. It probably doesn't help that I've been standing in front of the school for the past twenty minutes, zoned out, tapping away at my thermos of delicious poison; Tweek's Bros. Coffee.

"Tweek! TWEEK!" I hear my name echoing somewhere in my mind. I come back to reality to see my best friend and still very British foreigner, Pip Pirrup, standing in front of me, glaring and impatiently snapping his fingers in my face. Yes, my name is Tweek Tweek. Classic, isn't it? I think it suits me. I try for what I hope is a genuine smile, but probably comes out as a half-smile, half lip twitch. "Hey, nng, Pip! S-sorry, spaced out. GAH!" God, I hate my ticks. So much easier to speak in my head.

"Yes, I noticed. I was wondering, if it's not too much trouble.. if you wanted to..." Oh, Pip, polite as ever. I look at him expectantly, my right eye slightly twitching every now and then. I've also known Pip since third grade. As to how we became best friends, I have no idea. But I don't dwell. I was happy to have him in my life. I had few friends to begin with, ever since Craig.. I sigh inwardly and focus my attention back on Pip, who was still having trouble asking me.. whatever it was.

"D'you want to come 'round to my house and do our homework together? We can help each other! That is.. if you're not busy.. I understand..." Geez, Pip is worse than me with the way he's fidgeting like that. It was cute.

"A-are you – nng – having t-trouble in Science – JESUS CHRIST!"