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Post by Chrimien on May 31, 2011 14:27:40 GMT -5
The bell rang, signifying the start of the day in school. Sighing he sat in his first class, going through it like he did all his other classes...drawing.
His name was Craig Tucker. He had Black hair and Ice Blue eyes, always wore a hat and constantly flipped people off. He had an asshole attitude and 'I Dont Give A Fuck' aura with a body that was lean yet strong, evenly muscled from the exercise he did; Running mostly.
All in all...he was popular...and he didnt give a shit for it.
These were all things people knew about him...what they didnt know was that he could draw like it was second nature to him, they wouldnt know that he had strong emotions for someone; someone he say as cute. Someone who was in a way like him, just not as much an asshole...hardly actually. Someone who dominated almost every page in his book of art. A Stanley Marsh. Yes...THE Craig Tucker was crushing hard on THE Stanley Marsh...and he would never know.
It was with this in mind that Craig now sat in lunch at his usual table, sketching quietly in his book.
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Post by annanova on Jun 2, 2011 19:18:51 GMT -5
Stan laughed as he joked alongside his friends and friend-with-benefits, Wendy. They hadn't been together for a few months, which was a long time for them, but he still participated in their friendship. Not that Stan really liked her, but she was pretty, and she came along with other benefits besides sexual pleasure.
Either way, the laughter from their table was obnoxiously loud, and Stan couldn't deny that it was completely false as so many spectates thought. Life as a jock was good. He loved being the center of attention, the guy that had the prettiest girl at his fingertips, the guy that every teacher loved and let laugh so obnoxiously in the middle of class. It was almost enough to forget that the was also the guy that everyone talked about when he left the room. Whether it was in a good way or a negative fashion, he didn't always know, but at the same time he couldn't care.
Kyle was the only one at their table who was quietly dabbing down notes in an attempt to pay attention to the boring lesson. The only true reason he was there was because of Stan. Kyle had the makings of High School Royalty if only he'd spent more time socializing than leaning over his books. But Stan loved him and could pluck anyone anywhere he liked.
The class passed by quickly with all the chatter and the group left a minute early, starting their way to the lunch table, all still laughing over some joke.
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Post by Chrimien on Jun 2, 2011 22:55:11 GMT -5
Ice blue hues shifted up when he heard the familiarly fake laughter of Stan. He wondered if he was the only one who knew it as such. Or rather he thought it was, one could never be sure about these things after all but to him it was too loud to be real...not that hed ever really heard genuine laughter before but hey whose counting right? Seeing them approach the table he closed his book after settling the pencil in the spine holder and slipping it into his bag. When High School started the two groups had sort of merged as friends, remaining so in a world that constantly changed people.
It was a wonder to him but he wouldnt willingly change it. He watched as they all sat around him, some greeting him to which he replied verbally along with his ever present middle finger which only got more snickers and giggles.
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Post by annanova on Jun 14, 2011 19:35:36 GMT -5
Stan had an arm slung around wendy, though he had to admit that he didn't feel anything towards her when he did. If anything he really disliked the girl. She was nice enough, but he couldn't help associating her with the heartbreaks of about five years.
His eyes shifted to the boy that was flipping everyone off, and he let them hang, almost blushing a second.
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Post by Chrimien on Jun 28, 2011 2:18:13 GMT -5
Once greetings had been passed over he couldnt help but to feel the slight feeling that came with being watched though it was gone moments later before he could even figure it out. He listened to the chatter around him almost boredly, Tweek cuddled into his side and drinking out of a thermos of coffee. It had become a small fact that Craig was in a way Tweeks sanity, he knew how to calm him down when needed. At first people joked about it that they were lovers until Craig quieted that by punching someone in the face.
Ever since there had been no accusations but even so he protected Tweek. Sighing he pushed his food around before getting up, startling Tweek who looked at him in his curiously twitchy manner "Library" He patted the blond on the head as he grabbed his bag, heading out of the cafeteria.
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Post by annanova on Jul 21, 2011 18:05:45 GMT -5
Stan watched the jittery blond with the same intentions as everyone else; curiosity. He was odd to say the least and Stan couldn't help but feel a bit entertained when he watched him. Though he felt guilty seconds after realizing his motives and turned his head to the blondes caretaker. Craig. The one with the beautiful bright blue eyes, and constant sneer. He hoped he wasn't drooling.
Sadly the pair left quickly and Stan was dragged back into his conversation about who should be prom king and queen, and who would win simply for sleeping with everyone casting a vote. Needless to say Stan would rather be watching Craig.
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Post by Chrimien on Jul 26, 2011 11:10:32 GMT -5
So far it was Bebe and Wendy in tie of who would win according to the school. Needless to say the girls were becoming vastly annoyed with it, if anything they werent even going to be running because of the sheer annoyance it caused. Clyde watched Stan with some interest himself, only because for the past few weeks he had noticed Stan watching his best friend and it intrigued him a bit. Stanley Marsh, the star jock of football, crushing on Craig Tucker the star runner of track. When Middle school came most went in a different athletic field, not that they didnt love football but they did enough of it in Elementary.
Craig had gone track, Stan had stayed football, Token went swimming and Clyde went soccar. Kyle remained academical naturally and Tweek....well Tweek was Tweek. Kenny had actually gone into Track with Craig and Cartman went football....surprisingly he was good at it. Tilting his head a bit Clyde looked thoughtful before nodding to himself and looking to Stan "Hey man, can I talk to you a moment?"
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Post by annanova on Jul 26, 2011 22:06:14 GMT -5
It took Stan a moment to realize that the other was talking to him. They never really communicated. Stan was on the track team with him, if only for getting into shape for football. Stan had a way of being amazing at any sport he chose, and being slightly musically inclined. He'd wrote music that made Wendy fall in love with him, and an entire town buy new cars. He supposed he inherited it from his father, but he hated the thought that he was anything like him.
"Yeah, sure dude." He said with a smile, tangled himself out of the table, and went waited for the other to take the lead.
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Post by Chrimien on Aug 7, 2011 11:46:57 GMT -5
He walked away with Stan to the hallway where far less people were. Clyde grinned his usual grin of friendliness "Dude...I have to call you out on it...but your totally oggling my best friend" He crossed his arms; smile still in place. "Dont get me wrong, its totally adorable, I just wanna know if you actually do is all" seemed even in such a situation Clyde was still the protective best friend.
Clyde was a good person, or rather he had developed into a good person, they were all pretty much little shitheads as children...funny as they were when they were young, hilarious even. Clyde could play off innocent really well if he needed to, but that wasnt the case here, he may not be Stans best friend but he was still Stans friend in a manner.
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Post by annanova on Aug 21, 2011 10:28:09 GMT -5
"Wh-what?" Stan blinked and widened his eyes, blushing hotly. He could feel his ears burned and wished desperately that someone would think Clyde had taken him into a secluded area to kill him, then play hero. At least that way he could get out of such an awkward situation. "D-Dude... I have a girlfriend... kinda... sorta." Lame, since he knew that that wasn't really a sort of protection from ogling anyone, or even being gay.
"Anyway, I barley talk to you." Stan was really mutual friends with everyone, and to be honest, he didn't really see Clyde as anymore of his friend as he saw Timmy, or Jimmy. They talked occasionally, but their conversations never really stood out to Stan.
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Post by Chrimien on Aug 21, 2011 12:22:37 GMT -5
"I know we barely talk, im just being a concerned friend, I may not be your friend but I am Craigs" He smiled "Besides...you dont even really like Wendy, not anymore, everyone sees it dude...except her but i could be wrong" He shrugged "In any case, should you actually decide to do anything, you have my support" He gave a nod to Stan "I'll leave you alone now" with a grin he left Stan, heading back to the cafeteria to resume his spot next to Token, jumping into the conversation like hed never left it to begin with.
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Post by annanova on Aug 27, 2011 17:08:43 GMT -5
Stan shook his head, choosing to pick his battles and ignore this one. He could bring up the fact that there was no way anyone could justify this being anyone's business besides the two parties frontally involved. And that wasn't the boy he was talking to at that moment. Suddenly extremely stressed with the entire situation - he hated the school knowing more about him than he knew about himself - the boy walked down to the restroom, deciding that hiding there might mean he was going goth again, but that he just wanted some time with his thoughts.
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Post by Chrimien on Sept 3, 2011 13:00:45 GMT -5
There were no other interactions from that point on. When the school day ended and everyone was heading home, Craig sat against his car, doodling in his sketch book. He was in no hurry to get home at all, Tweak was already on his way home via school bus. Craig had stopped taking the bus when drama started to annoy him more then usual....that was at the beginning of the school year. He walked home until his mother had some sense and bought him a car of his own. It wasnt brand new, it was used, but it was nice looking and still in good condition. Silver in color.
No one ever saw his book, as it was filled with his hearts desire. There were other pictures too but mostly it was that one person, 85% of his book was Stan.
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