It's Okay, We're All PC

Chapter 1

A/N. hey, so, there may be some offensive things in here heads up

"Alright, I'll say a few phrases, and you guys tell me which are microagressions."  PC Principal explained enthusiastically to the crowd of students.

"This is so fucking lame."  Kyle muttered under his breath.

"Okay, Broflovski!  I'm so excited to go to Jen and Ron's house tonight, I wonder what Jen cooked?"  Kyle blinked as PC Principal locked eyes with him.

"I, uh..."  Kyle looked around for help, but everyone just stared at him with anticipation.  "No?"

"WRONG."  PC Principal yelled.  "Assuming that Jen is the one that cooked dinner is sexist, stereotyping and a MICROAGRESSION!"  He scanned the crowd.  "Okay, good try, good try, but we need to make this school as PC as possible, so now, Wendy Testaburger is gonna talk to us about diversity in our school."  Wendy made her way up to the podium, next to her she had a slide show open.

"Thank you, PC Principal."  Wendy began to explain to the students about the Asians in school.  "The girls have introduced us to an art form called Yaoi.  It often depicts love that is forbidden or frowned upon.  Craig daisuke Tweek by Hitori Kawasawa is a prime example of this."  Wendy changed the slide to reveal an image no one saw coming.  On the screen was art of Craig and Tweek embracing each other.  The gym went silent.

"What the fuck?"  Craig gasped, breaking the silence.

"In Yaoi, one partner is usually more dominant than the other.  We see this here, in Craig-senpai by Yuki Hiroshima."  Wendy switched to the next slide, revealing a drawing of Craig on top of Tweek, holding him down.

"Wh-what!?"  Tweek exclaimed.  A murmur rushed the crowd.  He looked around frantically, he knew they were talking about them.  He could feel himself becoming overwhelmed.  "Ah!  Too much p-pressure!"  He yelled as he pushed past the other kids around him and ran out the door.  PC Principal made his way back to the mic.

"Thank you Wendy for enriching us.  This school WILL become a safe place for all!"

"Dude... I can't believe Tweek and Craig."  Stan said to his group of friends he was standing with.

"Well, we don't know for sure if they're... you know... gay."  Butters added, rubbing his knuckles.

"It's just so weird that it's Craig and Tweek, why them?"  Stan asked.

"If it can happen to them..."  Kyle paused.  He looked up with concern plaguing his face.  "Does that mean it can happen to us, too?"

"Hey guys."  Craig greeted as he walked up to his friends.

"Oh, h-hey Craig!"  Butters exclaimed.  "Good to see you!"

"Y-yeah."  Stan added.  The boys all looked at each other, not knowing what to say.  Craig furrowed his brow and huffed.

"I'm NOT gay."  He stated, in his usual monotone voice.  He turned around and knew what he had to do.

The Asian girls behind the Yaoi were gathered together on the steps in the foyer, giggling and drawing new pictures.  Craig inhaled deeply as he approached them.  As he walked up to them, the girls started giggling.

"Listen,"  he said sternly.  "I am NOT gay."  He swiftly turned around and stormed off. 

Tweek couldn't focus on his dinner, he couldn't focus on anything for that matter, except for what had happened at the assembly.  Not only did Craig probably want nothing to do with him, the entire school thought he was gay.

"Son, are you alright?"  His father asked in a soft tone.  Tweek was shaking violently.

"I-I'm going to bed!"  He told them, running upstairs.  As soon as he got upstairs, he slammed his door and started pacing back and forth.  "I'm not gay!  I-I'm not g-gay!"  He told himself, pulling at his hair.  "C-Craig's not gay!  We're n-not gay!"  Telling himself this, over and over did nothing.  His mind still raced, the faces of students laughing at him crowded his mind.  "Ahhh!"  He yelled, stopping dead in his tracks.  He stood there, catching his breath.  "I c-can't be gay..."

Dinner at Craig's was similar to Tweek's.  Craig couldn't stop thinking about what had happened at school.  He couldn't get the Yaoi out of his mind. 

"How was school today, honey?"  His mother asked, looking at Craig's almost full plate.

"It was okay."  He responded.  "I'm not very hungry."  He pushed himself away from the table and went upstairs.  When he found himself alone, he collapsed into his bed and exhaled.  Staring up at the ceiling, the days events kept replaying in his mind, but it wasn't the only thing on his mind.  He couldn't help but wonder if Tweek was thinking about it too, hell, if he was just thinking about him.  Craig shook his head.  He wasn't gay, and even if he was, he wasn't gay with Tweek.  Him and Tweek were friends, best friends.  Tweek was the only person he trusted, the only person he thought of when he was down, but the entire school thought they were in love.  Craig wiped his face.  He found himself crying, for what, he didn't know.  It could've been the potential ridicule he would face at school, it could've been the thought of losing his friendship with Tweek, but all Craig knew was that he had to deal with the rumours, and he couldn't do it alone.