Okay, I have LOVED South Park couples to the death of me, but this is the first time I'm attempting my favorite South Park couple: Creek! So don't judge too harshly and make sure to leave a review!

I've also noticed how South Park fandom is slowly dying nowadays. SIGH.

Anyways… :D

Craig sits at his sofa, surfing channels, a bored, expressionless face cemented on him. It's still early morning, and his family is sleeping it all away from upstairs. "Damn it, Red Racer's only on weekdays." Giving a weary sigh, he gets up off the sofa to turn off the TV and sets the remote down gently at its side. I really have to get over this kiddie show. He slaps his palms over his face and mutters out an obscured obscenity. Out of the crack of his fingers, he eyes his cell phone at the edge of the sofa. Should I call Clyde or Token over? ... Damn, Clyde told me he was going out of state for a while. And Token and I always have awkward silences together without a third person there. On top of that, he's probably going to beat the crap out of me if I wake him up so early. He goes through his contact list lazily and stops at a name. Tweek Tweak. Craig fumbles around with his phone, scrolling around as he started to reminisce.

Tweek and Craig weren't the closest of friends. They were polar opposites as well as having completely different interests. The two hung out together often times in school and ate beside each other at lunch tables. Yet did they really have exciting, face to face chats? Not exactly. Last time they really "did something together" was when Cartman, Stan, and Kyle set the two up on a fight. He had kicked Tweek's ass as well as gotten his own ass thoroughly kicked. Promptly after that, the two were hospitalized, accompanied only by each other. Those weren't fun times.

Still, he's not that bad. Probably awake too since he rarely sleeps the required amount of hours. He's cool... Except for those twitches. Craig went into deep thought. Nah. He started to scroll around his contact list for his name once more. I can live with those twitches. He puts his phone to his ear as it starts to connect. It's picked up almost instantly with a "Gah!" along with muffled yells. Craig managed to mutter out an uneasy "Hello?" before the line went dead. He stares warily at the phone. "What was that about?"

"Argh! What the-?" Tweek jumps off his chair as he feels his phone vibrating at his side pocket. His coffee is spilled on the floor as he fumbles with his left hand to pick up the hot liquid. With the other hand, he reaches into his pockets to pick up the phone and accidentally clicks 'Answer.' "Gah! Who's calling? Who's calling?"

"Hello?" C-Craig? The phone slips from his hand and drops into the hot liquid below.

"Jesus! Is it broken?" He picks up the drenched phone, wiping it inefficiently on his sleeve before redialing and reluctantly putting it to his ear. With his free hand, he removes his shirt, slipping it off pretty easily. Tweek was now slightly shivering as he sat crouched on the floor wiping away at the coffee on the tiled floor. Thank God the coffee mug was plastic and that the ruckus didn't wake up his parents. Not that it was ever good to store hot liquid in plastic though.

"Yes?" The familiar, bored voice of the monotone Craig could be heard answering on the other line.

"S-sorry, man, I-"

"-Dropped the phone." He interrupted.

Tweek gives him an uncomfortable laugh. He couldn't tell whether Craig was just stating facts or smiling as he said it. But then again, he never smiled. "Yeah, you know me…" He coughs nervously into his free hand as he continues talking. "So why'd you call me?" There is a long pause; Tweek could imagine the thinking face Craig had on at the moment. He was always so calm and stoic that Tweek couldn't help but stutter in the unfriendly atmosphere.

Just when Tweek was getting accustomed to the silence, Craig answered with an abrupt and blunt: "I'm bored." giving Tweek another jump.

"Gah! Uh, well, what the hell you want me to do about tthat? I thought you liked th-things nice and boring." Another stutter. Damn it. No matter how slow and relaxed he is out of everyone, I end up stuttering more in his company than Cartman and those guys.

"Yeah."

He really doesn't talk much, does he? "Argh! W-well? Yeah what?"

"I do like things nice and boring. Just not by myself like some loner." Before Tweek had a chance to reply, Craig went on. "Keep me company. Are you at Harbucks right now?"

"Uh, no, my house."

"Huh. Really." He states. "Well, I'm nearby. Let's just hang out there then. You don't mind, right?" He started to walk in the direction of Tweek's house.

"Uh, o-okay… It's going to be real boring though." Tweek ran off into his bedroom, grabbing for a new T-shirt. Craig stopped walking before giving a small sigh and continuing once more.

"If it gets so boring that not even I can't stand it, we can go somewhere else. Name a place."

He ran into his room, fumbling through his dresser before slipping on a green dress shirt, an exact copy of the one that he was wearing previously. "Mnn. Mm…" Tweek started to make a low moaning sound as he thought, each one growing more jittery as time progressed. Craig couldn't help but hear the soft sounds that Tweek made as his tongue clicked with the roof of his mouth. "Too much pressure, I don't know, man!" Craig nearly fell forward as he walked. Damn, this guy can be real loud when he wants to be. Then he realized how close he had been listening in this whole time.

"How about the arcade, Tweek?"

"Do you really think it'll be open this early in the morning?"

"Okay, what about the park?"

"Ngh! Okay… B-but there's not much to do at the park in South Park. It's always s-snowing h-here. Gah!"

"… Dude, you should lay off the coffee. You're not even outside yet and it sounds like you're shivering." Craig said matter-of-factly. "Dude?" Tweek didn't answer, and Craig heard a button press before the line went dead. "Huh. He hung up." Craig couldn't help but feel a little annoyed as he continued to walk his way toward wherever his feet led him.

A low whisper came from behind Craig. Tweek was wearing his same get-up instead now with a long, black scarf wrapped around his neck and plain, brown snow gloves. "Here I am…" His face was slightly flushed. Craig slowly eyed him up and down as Tweek grew even more rigid and uncomfortable. Tweek tried to focus his attention away to a tree stump on one of the neighbor's yards. Does Craig have to stare… Like that? Craig was always known for his poker face, no one could tell whether he felt happy or sad, angry or not. His gaze didn't help much, giving an even more eerie air to the already gloomy, dark kid. On top of that, he didn't have the most enthralling answers when someone outside of the gang tried to initiate a conversation with him. Tweek started to count the bumps and crevices of the tree stump before Craig finally spoke up. "Aren't you cold?" Tweek's face immediately snapped towards the raven haired boy.

"N-no! I'm fine!" Tweek said, shaking his hands in front of him, volume unsteadily rising to that of a boom box.

Craig's ears were going to die a slow and painful death this morning. "Whatever. Let's just walk around."

"Uh. J-just walk around?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Until you can make up your mind on where to go." Craig snapped, or at least, Tweek thinks it was a snap. His voice rarely changed volume or tone.

"Don't be a dick, let's just go somewhere you want." Tweek grumbled. That statement ended with an immediate flick of the bird from an equally annoyed Craig.

"I walked around practically everywhere in South Park. I'm not exactly excited to go anywhere in particular." He mumbled, breathing into his gloves occasionally.

"Ngh! Then I guess we're walking around for a long time." Tweek wasn't sure why he took up the offer to go hang out with Craig. No, he wasn't sure why Craig invited him in the first place. They were good friends, but he always considered himself kind of the odd one out in Craig's gang. Now that I think about it, how did we even become friends? Tweek looked up at Craig. He was taller than him by one inch or something, not that big of a height gap. He started to look intently at Craig's features as he attempted to remember their past talks. Craig was slim, not exactly muscular, far from fat, and he had on black jeans that clung semi-tightly to his long legs. He was one of the tallest boys in the class, everyone else being on the pretty average height size, in comparison, he looked long and gangly next to others.

Tweek himself wasn't short, but he looked shorter with his loose, mismatched clothing. His jeans hanging loosely at his waist as well as being spacious enough to blow cold air into them, gave him an awkward lean whenever he walked. He started to notice Craig's eyes more often nowadays too. The icy blank stares he had were coupled with two golden eyes, pretty to look at, but damn, Craig's stares were pretty unsettling.

He grows aware of Tweek's staring, and looks right back at him, their eyes meeting. However, the moment is fleeting since they almost immediately break eye contact, looking in the opposite direction. "Err… Let's go to your house, Craig. G-got any new video games?" Tweek's breaths were visible in the cold air as he huffed clumsily to maintain warmth. Then he noticed Craig was standing closer than before. "Err… Ngh! Craig! Dude?"

"Sorry. … I didn't know your eyes were that color. They're kind of like the color of coffee." He gave a small chuckle and Tweek thought he was going deaf.

"Y-you laughed?" Oh, wait, I didn't mean to say that out loud…

Craig's smile faded. "And if I did?" He sounded solemn once more.

A shiver ran down his spine. He didn't want to see the raven-haired boy angry, he tended to hold grudges an awful lot when he felt truly insulted. "Not in that way. It's just – you sounded – ngh – happy… I m-mean thanks… Thanks."

"… You're welcome." His voice sounded genuinely soft, not the rigid monotone he usually spoke in. It also sounded more airy as if he had been holding his breath before speaking, breathing in a lungful of air as he answered. All of a sudden, Tweek felt a black glove hold him by the shoulder and not too gently, wrenched his face to face him with the other gloved hand.

"H-huh?" He uttered, puzzled beyond anything. And the next action had him speechless.

Craig, who was first, his enemy, then, his dear friend. The one guy who placed Red Racer and his guinea pig, Stripes, over everything else in the world. That if anyone dared to hurl an insult at either one of the two, he would ensure they would never sit again without screaming in agony at the pain that overcame their thoroughly kicked ass. Craig, who was cold and emotionless, as if the most beautiful moment or the most disturbing scene couldn't make him flinch.

That Craig… Had planted a kiss upon his lips. It was a chaste kiss, only their lips meeting and nothing else. A loose hand was placed over Tweek's shoulder whilst the other one was nice and toasty inside Craig's pockets. He bent over slightly, and neither waist nor legs met in this innocent, little kiss. However, Tweek was freaking out as he put both hands to Craig's shoulder and wrenched him off.

"GAH! Wh-What was THAT about?" He screamed. Wow, if Craig thought he was loud before, he hadn't heard any of it yet.

"… Hm. I don't know, I guess I… just felt like it." He answered plainly, as if that answer made perfect, rational sense to himself; as if he had answered four to a simple math question. He couldn't help but shrug his shoulders as he did so.

"… You just felt like it?" Tweek's voice surprisingly went calm. He had used up most of his energy on the scream before. "You just kissed me because you just felt like it?" Tweek sounded angry now. ... And would I be getting unnecessarily mad since I kind of liked it? … Damn it, I need a mocha latte.

Craig's eyes couldn't help but go a little wide. He never saw Tweek get angry, only paranoid. He stared straight ahead before scratching idly at his neck when Tweek furrowed his eyebrows, wrinkling it at the center. Craig's answer is delayed. "I guess so…" Now he couldn't help but feel confused at his own actions, and Craig almost never did. He always held his actions in pure confidence, as if he knew what he was doing and that what he was doing was right. However weird the kiss felt, he couldn't help but kind of like its weirdness.

Tweek looked extremely addled, more so than any other time he felt confused. He waved his head around as he started to scratch at the back of his neck uneasily. "Uh… Well, okay?" Tweek was either extremely nice to just let this go, or still caught up in the moment and extremely baffled. "Uh… Ngh! Uh…" He was also at a loss for words. What was I saying before? "Ah, right… L-let's just go walking around then." His jitters were back. Craig nodded hesitantly, and they continued to walk until Craig stopped in his tracks. Tweek didn't bother to look behind him; he stopped in his tracks as well and merely waited.

"Hey, Tweek?" The voice was low and husky as Craig had slowly started to react to what he had done before.

"Y-yeah?" He gulped, then he felt footsteps approach once more before he saw Craig stand beside him, hands stuffed into his pockets. "W-what?" Craig met eyes with him once more and Tweek merely greeted back with an awkward half smile. Their faces slowly moved close until their lips met once more. They both closed their eyes and leaned into the innocent enough kiss before lightly trailing the tip of their tongues against each other. Tweek put his hands to cup Craig's cheeks and he shivered softly under the cold touch. Craig leaned in a little more before Tweek promptly did the same. It wasn't a girly, peachy kiss, but just some average teenage boys tongue wrestling on the street, loving how their family was probably asleep right now. Running out of air, they split apart, panting a little. Craig wipes his lips on a sleeve while Tweek smears his on the palm of his gloves. They stood in silence for what seemed like hours, both faces apparently in deep thought.

"…"He… He tasted like coffee. Why am I not surprised? He unconsciously licked his lips at the small trait of coffee that was left. I think it's an Americano.

"…" Craig tastes minty. Spearmints… With a little bit of peppermint. Tweek had extra experience tasting them in little packets for coffee and frappuchino flavoring.

Both cheeks seemed flushed and their faces looked aged and exhausted at the clash of emotions that overcame their minds.

Craig brushes his bangs over and straightens his hat as Tweek flexes his shirt collar before rewrapping the scarf around himself.

Moments later, they are seen tapping their feet idly as more awkward silence ensues. Finally, one of the two decides to break the silence.

"… Let's… Play some Call of Duty back at my house." Craig managed to finally murmur.

"… Y-yeah, uh, sure, Craig." Somehow, I know I won't be winning too many matches today.

Like Tweek had predicted, he didn't win too many watches, although he could tell Craig wasn't trying too hard nor doing too hot either. There have been way too many one hit kills that it couldn't have just been luck or coincidence. Basically, the boys were just generally sucking so much that each time one of them decided to shoot ended up with an immediate death. Playing video games the entire Saturday, speaking absolutely no words to each other, and being tired as hell, they consequentially ended up falling asleep on the floor besides Craig's bed. Although, they wouldn't be able to sleep much, since they initially fell asleep at 5:00 a.m.

Tweek was the first to stir awake, not being accustomed to sleeping more than four hours. "Oh God, my head…" He started to feel extremely lanky without the energy inducing coffee that he was so addicted to. He poked Craig. The boy slept like a rock. He poked him one more time. Craig flipped him off in his sleep and Tweek wasn't having it. Pokes soon turned to jabs, jabs turned to punches, and punches turned to kicks.

He started to groan in pain before sitting up whilst clutching his arms. He was half awake and his eyelids were near shut. "Damn it, don't make me return you to fucking Target!" He hissed while attempting to hit the "Off" Switch on Tweek's head. Nobody liked getting kicked in the gut by their alarm clock.

"Ow, dude, it's me!" Tweek's voice was perfectly steady, sounding normal without the stutters littered in like usual.

"Tweek? What are you – Oh, I remember. God, you kick hard, you having coffee withdrawal symptoms?" He yawned. Craig, unlike Tweek, needed more than just four hours of sleep.

Tweek gave a sarcastic chuckle. "C'mon, dude, your parents will be coming in soon. Get ready for your church and if you don't mind, I'm gonna' make myself a nice cup of coffee."

"… You're different when you don't have coffee." Craig murmured before slipping his shirt off for his white dress shirt and black tie. Tweek's mouth momentarily dropped. He'd never seen Craig shirtless before, and when he did, well…

"Wow, didn't know you were so pale…" He has a lean, skinny back; skin white as porcelain. Tweek resisted whistling after him.

"Hm, didn't know you were still staring." Craig countered. Although he was merely stating it for a fact that he didn't know, Tweek took it personally and gave a nasty grimace.

Great, now he thinks I'm ogling him. Well, I was ogling… Let me rephrase: Great, now he KNOWS I'm ogling him. "Well, I –" Tweek resisted saying a witty comeback. "I-I am going downstairs."

"Okay. We have French Vanilla Mix Coffee." Craig mumbled, voice groggy, but monotone like always.

Tweek smacks his lips. That sounds good for now.

Both boys bid each other goodbye as Craig got ready for Roman Catholic Church sermons alongside his family whilst Tweek took some souvenirs from his house (six instant French Vanilla Mix packets).

Both recalled the kiss from the day before yet neither wanted to. However, not being experienced in such things, they didn't really put much thought into it. Instead, they chose to continue their friendship, distant yet close, awkward yet perfect.

Monday. School in the morning.

Craig and Tweek walk toward the bus stop together before seeing Token standing there by himself. Tweek gives a small wave before Token gives a small nod of acknowledgement. Craig mutters an unenthusiastic "Hey."

"Hey, this get together feels one person short, huh?" Token says.

"Yep." Craig agreed whilst Tweek merely nodded. Tweek never really talked to Clyde or Token so he felt awkward whenever either one of the two spoke up or were mentioned in conversation.

"Did something over the weekend?" Token asks, making idle conversation.

Tweek thinks things over as does Craig. "Not much." They answer in unison, not too surprised at each other. Token gives a small bob.

"Me neither."

The boys stand awkwardly with no other words as the bus arrives with the same demented lady as always. Craig tries to ignore her annoying screeches as he takes a seat at the bus beside Tweek. Token takes a seat somewhere in the back, usually he would be seated besides Clyde.

The night before, Craig had spent the night over at some preacher's house, currently dying a little of the sleep he was deprived off. He started to nod off in the window seat before falling asleep on Tweek's shoulder. Tweek himself didn't look too rejuvenated, spending the entire night awake, thinking about the "incident" on the street in Saturday morning. They butted heads when Tweek himself leaned towards his left. Despite their throbbing heads at the painful "whack," they slept on with a contented snore, Tweek having a small drool spot at the side of his mouth. Wendy and Stan, who sat across from them, looked at the sight.

Wendy put a hand to her mouth and gave out a small giggle. "They're so cute together." Stan merely gave an unsure nod.

Cartman and Kenny were seated directly behind the couple. Peering over to the sleeping duo, a certain bulb in Cartman's evil head lit up as he remembered. "Hey Stan! You still owe me money for that bet!" He climbed over Wendy and Stan (or as much as he could in his seat) whilst Kenny protested at the lack of space.

"W-what? Dude, that bet is ancient! Do you know how much time has passed since then?" Stan grumbled as Wendy merely rolled her eyes.

"I don't know, a lot. Anyway, I fucking won, Craig fucking won! You and Jew boy owe me!"

"Hey, fat-ass, I bet you don't even remember how much money we bet." Kyle added, being only a couple rows away from them. He was currently seated next to the exchange student from France. Said French boy seemed to be dozing away with a cigarette placed between his lips. Cartman looked behind him only to meet eyes with his arch-enemy. Stan could have sworn he saw lightning flashing between the two's hateful glares.

"Yeah, well, it's like five bucks or something!" Cartman growled. "And by the way, since like a fucking century passed since then, you owe me all the added interest and tax shit too!"

"What tax? You're not the fucking IRS, Cartman!" He shouted back.

"The hell with Interior Residual Spraying! I don't need no rats exterminated in my house!" he countered. Kyle merely scoffed as Stan slapped his face down on his palm. Kenny mumbles an obscenity obscured by the neck of his hoodie before giggling. He had apparently commented about Cartman's mother needing things exterminated in her nether regions."Hey, fuck you, Kenny, don't say that about my Mom!"

Kyle laughs before speaking up: "Cartman, if I remember right, didn't Craig get the shit beaten out of him when Tweek attacked him in the hospital?"

"He got the first punch in, but he didn't kick his ass!"

"Oh really? If I remember correctly, there wasn't any clear winner either, they were both just pussies." Cartman gave a glare of disbelief. "God, if you care so much, you can just ask them, you know?" Kyle grumbled.

"Ha, your Jew God won't help you here, I know Craig won." Cartman said self-assuredly, nose high up in the air and snobby. "… Hey Kyle, can I borrow your hat for a second?" Kyle raised an eyebrow, confused why Cartman would bother asking at all and why he would need it. He looked at him grudgingly before grumbling and throwing it over. Cartman answered with a phony "Thank you very much." before bombarding Tweek's face with the soft cloth, whacking soft skin with a large "Smack." Tweek immediately stirred awake at the mega-ton slap that stung the side of his face; Craig's head slid down before making another "Smack" on the seat cushion from behind Tweek. Kyle rolled his eyes.

Tweek responded with a nasty glare to the grinning Cartman as he rubbed his aching cheek. He looks like a fat-ass version of the Cheshire Cat with that pedo-smile. "W-what do you want?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. … Craig beat your ass up so you're his bitch now, right? Answer in the next five seconds." Cartman muttered.

Tweek merely leered at him, mouth opening a couple of times to respond before closing.

"I'll take that as a yes, see?" Cartman looked over triumphantly at a stunned Kyle before Craig spoke up.

"I was wondering why Tweek shifted so damn violently why I slept so well." Craig grumbled, voice still monotone, but with a tinge of annoyance at the rude awakening. "… Look, neither of us won. We found out you guys were blatantly lying to us before any result came." He, without delay, flicked off Cartman after saying so. Now my cheek hurts from slamming down on the hard seat cushion.

"Craig, you dick, you sucked the fun out of my soon-to-be unfair victory." Cartman grumbled. Craig didn't respond but just kept his middle finger raised. "Look, you can put that finger down now or you'll be shoving it up your own ass soon."

"… Uh-huh. I get my face slammed down on a rabies-infested bus seat and I'm a dick? You're the one PMS-ing over a past bet and I deserve a finger up my ass?" Craig mumbled none too happily. Cartman merely blubbered his lips.

"What about a fight, Craig?" He threatened.

He lowers the offensive finger as he shrugs. He answers almost immediately with a lethargic "Nah."

"W-what? Oh, not this again! You always do the smack talking but when someone actually brings up the fight, you just say: 'No.' That's not cool, man!"

"I'm not going to waste my time fighting you."

"Shit, not me! You and Tweek, mano a mano, whatever that shit means… You know, a rematch?" He insinuates 'rematch,' rolling the r softly while bobbing his head to the side and trying to look… Er… Threatening?

He stares on blankly. "… Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'? It's so you guys can settle this once and for all!"

"… Settle what?"

"… Ugh, don't be so difficult! So one of you guys can lose, and Kyle, Stan, and I can settle the bet!"

"I'm still not getting it. What does any of this have to do with us specifically?" Craig says, looking jadedly, arms crossed.

"Well, uh… Nothing."

"… Exactly." Craig gives a small scoff before turning back and dozing on the window. Tweek and Stan merely stare on, searching for a reaction on Cartman's dead face. Kyle and Wendy are already trying to look the other direction for Cartman's eventual spectacle, and of course, his eventual demise to make things go his way, and sadly enough, it almost always would in the end.

Suddenly, Cartman snaps out his stupor and yells to the top of his lungs, everyone on the bus turning heads to look at the despairing big boned boy. He screams the entire time, screams until they reach their stop: school. He huffs and puffs before making a dramatic jump off the bus. Everyone else follows hesitantly, nobody too excited to get to class. Butters then adds his first comment for the day: "Cartman?" To which Stan and Kyle nonchalantly responded: "Yep."

"Hey Tweek, did you know that Craig called you a douche bag?"

"Gah! You again... Cartman, I was on the bus with you, I heard everything, d-dumb-ass." Tweek grumbled as he stood in the cafeteria line next to the scheming soon-to-be dictator.

"Okay, but did you know that Craig called your mom a transvestite that loves whoring herself off to rapists at the Red Light District?"

"I was right there! Ngh! You're not going to fool me!"

"... Did you know that Craig is actually a gnome in disguise, trying to steal your underwear every time you're not looking?"

"..." Tweek remained silent for a second before socking Cartman square in the jaw. "Don't even j-joke about that shit, man!" He started to carry his lunch tray and walk away as Cartman held his throbbing jaw.

"OW! Asshole, did you know that Craig dreams of shoving his dick up your ass?" Cartman screamed. Ow, that hurt... He thought while still clutching his jaw. Tweek froze in spot.

Oh, God... Does he know about... "That" incident? Is he making fun of me? Wait, no, of course he doesn't know... He continued to walk on normally, but his small hesitant misstep didn't go unnoticed by Cartman.

"Huh. I guess ass-fucking is a soft spot for Tweek..." He mumbled to himself before taking his regular spot along with the rest of the gang. Kyle gave him a small fuming glare while Stan and Kenny gave him a small bob of acknowledgement. "Hey guys, did you know Tweek has a soft spot for ass-fucking?" Stan nearly spit out his soup.

"I'm eating, dude!" Stan groaned in disgust. He didn't want to visualize a butt-fuck while having breakfast.

"What are you on now, Cartman?" Kyle hissed, immediately catching on to the fact that there was something up.

"I have an idea." He sneered before Wendy and Bebe took a spot beside the four boys. "What? Why are you here?" He grumbled, pointing at Wendy. She gave a small peck on Stan's cheek as he nearly gagged on his pea soup. She glared at Cartman's comment before speaking up.

"Cartman, are you still scheming about how to get Tweek and Craig to fight?" Wendy groaned.

"Yeah, it's not going to work. They're like this." Bebe added, crossing her index and middle finger in demonstration. "You can't break a bro-bond so easily, you know?"

Kenny mumbles something else inappropriate. Kyle and Stan merely made a disgusted face. They shrug it off as Kenny snickers into the bottom rim of his hoodie.

Kyle faced his attention back to Cartman. "Bebe's right, you know. They're best friends, like Stan and me."

Stan nodded. "Yeah, Kyle and I are inseparable, dude." He pauses. "But... To be honest... I'm kind of for Cartman's plan this time." Wendy and Kyle looked off in shock. "No, no, it's just... I want to see what happens, you know? There's something up between the two of them."

"... You mean, like they're a couple?" Bebe smiled, Wendy giggling beside her.

"Well... Not exactly, but... Well. Yeah, pretty much." Stan grumbled.

"Hn. They're both kind of stupid though." Cartman grumbled.

"Ha! Look who's talking, fat-ass!" Kyle laughed, Wendy joining shortly after.

"Haha. I mean they're clueless about shit. They couldn't even fight! What makes you think they'll know about mushy romance, kissy, lovey-dovey stuff?" Cartman added.

"Hm. You're right... For once." Wendy snapped. "I guess, we eat today, and we see what happens later, hm?" Everyone nodded and groaned in agreement, eager to move on from the topic but Cartman didn't seem finished.

"… If what Bebe suggested and what Stan says is true..." Cartman droned on.

"Oh God, what now, Cartman?" Kyle whined, suspicious about his intents now.

"... Then I know exactly how to pit them against each other." Everyone simultaneously groaned when Cartman followed with a malicious laugh, curling his fingers while looking up and everything.

Then he choked on his chicken wings. Kyle and Kenny merely rolled their eyes before they began to whack at his back to help spit the bone out. They could only hope that they wouldn't need the Heimlich Maneuver this time.

How was that? It'll be updated soon, and I hope you guys will read and review! :)