Tomorrow's Today {A Creek Fanfiction} |COMPLETE|

Chapter 22- Time To Plan For a Happy Ending! Almost

"Hey, Craig."

Nearly jumping out of his own shoes, Craig whipped around only to meet the eyes of an all too familiar person. If only there was a delete--or remove--button for every person someone didn't want to see. Just one click, and 'poof', they'll disappear like magic. Why hadn't Bill Nye invent that yet?

The person in front of Craig had dull blue eyes; almost a grey blue color. Under neath the hat he wore, to commonly, was the same type of color Craig's hair was. Except, the only difference was that Craig's was pushed off more to the side. His, on the other hand, was just plain messy. He wore a brown and red coat, a bit of his white shirt peeked out of the top from his collar. The boy wore a blue hat with red going around the rim of it, along with a red puffball near the top. It was almost like Craig's hat, but Craig's was obviously much better; it actually covered his ears--luckily--and was fully blue with a yellow puffball. Besides the point, Craig knew this kid very well. And honestly, he kind of despised him.

It was none other, than Stan Marsh. The kid who seemed to have a voice crack every time he started to get stressed out.

"Why are you following me?" Craig asked sharply. He tried his best to hide any sign of emotion.

"Why are you following me?" Stan repeated, their gaze never breaking away.

Craig placed a bored expression onto his face. "I was probably here before you."

"No," Stan went on, "I was here way before you. I saw you come in."

Craig wasn't phased by this behavior. As stubborn as Stan was, he had to give it to him; Stan was a pretty good person to argue with. Well, unless you wanted to loose one. If their groups hadn't been in such a big rivalry, then him and Stan might've been good friends. But sadly, the world doesn't work that way. Just like how the world stole the real Tweek away from him. Damn karma.

"What're you doing here in the first place, anyways?" Craig asked, seeming to try to form some kind of conversation between the two.

Stan stood in silence for a moment, a pained expression cracking onto his features like a broken doll. Had Craig hit a sensitive spot? If so, that would've made him so happy.
I mean, who didn't want to see someone you hate cry; right in front of you? It may have been a bit sadistic of him, but he didn't care. 

"Well...Wendy kind of left me." Stan muttered out, his eyes soon becoming glossy.

God, was he turning into Clyde? True, Craig never knew what it was like to break up with someone--or having to be dumped--but he didn't think it would be that bad. Either he was wrong, or Stan was just being a crybaby. In more amusing terms, a Clyde 2.0. 

"Okay." Craig said, shrugging his shoulders. "Its not the first time."

"No, you don't understand. Its different this time," Stan went on, "she just left, out of the blue. For no reason!"

By now, Craig was starting to get tired from hearing Stan whine about his relationship life. If he wanted to complain and break down to someone, he should've went to Kyle--his 'Super Best Friend'. Honestly, that term sounded a bit gay to Craig; even though they used to call themselves that back in the fourth grade. 

"Then go back to those Goth Kids." Craig suggested, blandly. He could care less about Stan, or anyone's problems. Well, except for Tweek and Clyde. If he ever disrespected, or ignored, Clyde, he'd have to deal with a very pissed off Token; or Bebe.

Stan shot Craig a nasty look, obviously a bit offended by the suggestion. "Whatever."

The two stood there in silence, tension floating around them. The said tension could've been as thick as the infamous Kim Kardashian; the girl Butters--a classmate of Craig's--used to have a crush on. Finally having enough of the silent atmosphere, Stan sniffed. "See you later, dude." He then turned on his heel and left.

At least Craig could have the moment to contemplate on the recent events that occurred. Assuming that he was, again, reliving yesterday; he would walk into school, see Clyde and Kevin arguing over Star Wars and Star Trek, and so forth. Maybe Craig could try to make different choices today, just so the day wouldn't repeat. In other words--if he changed his actions and choices, the day would turn out different. He wouldn't fall in the trap of any decoy. He could wake up and it'll all be over. Like God was hanging a big sign in the sky, telling him the reason why he was placed into this paradox all along. He would be free of this constant ticking in his head, the ticking that reminded him his time would be up soon. He would wake up to the real Tweek, and the two could live happily-ever-after. Well, the thought might've been weird, but at least Craig would be happy. The only downside is, he'd have to be careful not to screw everything up.

But once he got into the school, Craig already knew the first person he'll look for. The one that controlled him as if he were a TV, and they were a remote.

Once he got inside, Craig already had a mental plan. And the first task; was to find Tweek.