Craig's POV

Ok, let me make this absolutely clear for those who still don't understand or have no clue of what it is for me.

When I said that I had no interest and would stay away from girls period, I meant it. 

Boys on the other hand, not so much since they're more attractive to me in my opinion. But that's just my opinion.

And hell, even if a thousand sexy girls tried to ask me out or even try and get me alone, the answer to that would be a simple "No." or "Fuck off". That's it. End of story. The only people I've ever had eyes for is Kenny McCormick and Tweek Tweak, whom both just happen to be boys.

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Kenny McCormick is not really an "average kid", with him being broke to the absolute max and also being officially named and branded a "sex slut" by pretty much the entire school. However, he isn't that bad of a kid. 

True, one day he might die randomly only to come back from the dead the next day or try to seduce you and get you alone all drunk and wasted, but like I said, he isn't that, that bad. 

I actually was his boyfriend for a month or two before he ended up cutting it off randomly, saying that he had "found someone else", while breaking my heart in the process. But it was... I don't even know... nice otherwise? After that whole mess up, I just drifted away for a bit, only to get back on my feet when I had set my eyes on a certain clumsy (yet cute) spaz.

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Tweek Tweak isn't your average teenage boy, and seeing that I had already dated an already "not that average" boy before, it didn't surprise me that much. Although I still should have known what I was in for since he constantly twitches and spazzes out randomly at times. He was pretty cute by my standards, with a mixture of royal-blue-on-top-to-light-green-on-bottom colored eyes, the blond hair with multicolored hair clips in them, a beautiful pale face and the - also - multicolored bandages that he had on his wrists and his fingers. BAM! Instant me in love again.

When I first talked to him on the first day in grade 7, it was only to find out about something. And he... honestly thought that I was going to hurt him or something. Besides Eric Cartman beating the shit out of the poor kid, I thought that He had an easy life, no worries or anything. He doesn't, apparently, and even I should have noticed that, as he gets way too freaked out about everyday things, and exclaiming things such as "ACK! TOO MUCH PRESSURE!" or "THE UNDERPANTS GNOMES ARE GOING TO GET ME, MAN!!".

Later on, that year, when we were both in grade 7, he moved. I went to go over to his house to ask him out on a date (after finally picking up the courage to do so), only to find out that they weren't in the house anymore.

There was a 'sold out' sign, taunting me and reminding me that I was too late and that there was nothing I could do. There was no furniture or anything in the house. I sat down on the front steps, feeling mixed emotions as well as a bunch of questions that arose in my head.

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Later on, when I was in grade 9, South Park went over some big changes. They built a high school which we now all went to, finally rebuilt the new mall that we were supposed to have when I was 10 but for some reason never built, a new middle school, an Orphanage, as well as some new houses. Now it wasn't only just one school that gave all the students in South Park an education, but three, which I personally don't mind, because we really need it.

My family later moved into one of the new houses that they had just recently built, not that it did much for me. But I did get a bigger bedroom, which was a bonus.

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There still was no sign of Him coming back, but I didn't care. I should've, but I didn't, er, don't.

Maybe there's something wrong with me...? I'm not so sure.

My life may look pretty simple, with me being a huge asshole and in high school, but it honestly really isn't.

Who cares.

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