𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 / 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 

the flight attendant directs me to my seat, right by the window, which i don't mind. the views from the sky are so beautiful. it's such a strange feeling to see the world from above, but it's so mesmerizing to watch the clouds i barely dwell on it.

the window seat also has another advantage, which is not having to be sandwiched in between two people. butters waves and begins walking up to me, which makes me smile and return his gesture. butters and i aren't very close, but i definetly prefer him to some of the other members of our party. he is stopped by craig before he can reach me though, and they have a conversation i can't quite make out over the ambience noise in the plane. they then exchange tickets and craig comes and sits by me.

"hope you don't mind me sitting here. i was assigned a seat next to fatty." he briefly explains and uses his thumb to gesture towards cartman a few aisles over, now sat next to poor butters. i don't feel too bad for him though, i'm pretty sure they're actually friends- as in butters likes hanging out with cartman genuinely.

after the flight attendants announce the safety precautions and we take-off, craig puts in his earbuds. i take this as a sign to not bother him. so i don't. not vocally atleast. i pull out my phone to ask him what he's listening to before putting on my own pair of airpods.

y: what are you listening to?
c: don't text me

he looks up from his phone and stares at me, not necessarily mean, but not in admiration either. i put my hands up in surrender and play some random phone games.

c: the smiths
y: did you know morrisey is a vegetarian?
c: skipping the song rn
y: what is your favorite smiths song?
c: none now

he doesn't text for a little bit after that.

c: this night has opened my eyes
y: good choice !!
c: what's yours
y: i think cemetery gates
c: k

i take his dry response as a sign to stop texting again, and the stupid customer on my game got mad at me for my pizza-making skills, so i switch to netflix and watch a movie instead. after scrolling through the app for what seems like forever, i settle on how to lose a guy in 10 days.

a couple minutes after the movie starts i get another text from craig.

c: what are you watching

y: a movie
c: what are you watching
y: how to lose a guy in 10 days
c: is it good
y: yessss i love this movie!!
c: okay

he takes out his earbuds and taps on my shoulder. "can i watch too?" he asks quietly.
i'm a little surprised that craig is sociable today (or more so, willing to entertain me conversating with him) but i don't mind. "just so you know it's a rom-com." i tell him as i hand him my left airpod and stand my phone on the tray table. i hate when men are like 'ew, a romance movie? gross!' like how about you grow up? but craig just simply states, "okay," and moves on.

much to my suprise, craig sat and watched the movie with his full attention, and didn't complain once. even throughout the terribly cringy poker scenes. "so what did you think?" i question him once the film is finished. "it was okay." he responds in a short manner, like usual. "is that all you think? okay?" craig has always been unyielding in conversation and we've consistently been a little more than acquaintances since i've known him because of his approach to talking with people. if he isn't boring, he's rude. but if you force him to put in effort he isn't all that bad.

"it was nice, but it was hard to watch in some parts." he reluctantly gives me his opinion, which i agree with whole-heartedly. "i didn't know you liked romance movies, craig?" truthfully, i don't know much about him at all. but can you blame me? i don't even think tweek knows much more than i do about him.

craig likes space, guinea pigs, and being a bitch. what else is there even to him?

"well now you know." he adds, his voice unimpressed. he slumps down further in his chair and takes out his phone. "what are you most excited to do when we get to the island?" if i have to sit on a plane for four hours straight, i'm not going to sit in complete silence unless i'm forced to. "i like bonfires." he kind of shrugs and turns to look at me. bonfires? "what?" he squints his dark eyes at me after reading my expression.

"you- craig; like bonfires?" i ask him shocked. sitting around a fire with your friends, conversating, does not seem like a very craig thing to do. "shut up." he turns back around.
"if you're just going to be shocked at everything i say i'm not going to talk to you."

"alright, craig. i promise i won't be shocked at the next thing you tell me." i grab my phone off the foldable tray and check my messages. "i don't want to talk to you." he responds and puts his earbuds back in. there's the craig i barely know!

wendy
- tweek keeps randomly screaming next to me.
- he keeps rambling too.

bebe sent you a message.

bebe sent you a message.

i open the 2 snaps bebe sent me and it's just her asking which photo of hers she took i think she should post on instagram.

kyle
- Who are you sitting next to?

i open messages and respond to wendy first and then open kyle's message.

y: craig
k: That's not bad. I got lucky too, Tolkien is sitting by me.
y: he didn't take first class?
k: Yeah. He said he wanted to bond with his friends more.
y: i guess craig is feeling the same way he watched a movie with me
y: guess what one
k: What?? Was it a space documentary?
y: IT WAS A ROM COMMM
k: Is he feeling alright?
y: he got over being social a couple minutes ago
y: he's fine

i close my phone and then my eyes, deciding to sleep for the duration of the flight. there was only an hour left, but there's still more traveling after the flight and i need as much rest as i can get.

after a while i am awoken by tapping on my shoulder from craig. "wake up, y/n. plane's landing soon." he warns me. i stretch my arms forwards and put my bag in my lap, preparing to leave relatively soon. the entire flying experience has been pretty nice today. i didn't spend too much time waiting in line and craig was friendly-ish, and at his very worst, quiet. i can only hope everything stays positive for the car ride to newport. tolkien said we will be divided into two groups (each car driven by one of his parents) for the ride down because there's like fourteen of us, and i pray i'm not lumped into a car with cartman.

after taking forever to get through customs to finally exit the airport, tolkien collects all of us in the front of the 'green international airport' sign, where two cars are parked. he gives us another break down of the plan. "one car has my mom, one car had my dad. you guys need to separate yourselves into two groups, and then pick which car you're going to ride together in. i'm going to be sitting passenger side in my dad's car." he speaks loudly and clearly so we understand before walking towards the car parked in the back.

kenny calls shotgun before running to the front of the first car where tolkiens mom is.

i decide to sit behind kenny, wendy sits beside me, and stan sits beside her. behind me is butters, with clyde and bebe tethered together beside him. they basically take up one seat with how ontop of eachother they are.

in the other car i watch nichole, tweek, craig, jimmy, heidi, and kyle struggle while filling the barely big enough car (which is saying something because it is a huge vehicle). which left cartman still outside on the pavement, and tolkien to suffer his wrath.

i rolled down my window to listen in after cartman turned red in the face.

"i didn't plan for you to come so no. you don't have a seat cartman." after tolkien said this cartman began wailing like a baby. "but i came all this way! i even had to pay for my own ticket and you just kick me out like this? you guys all fucking suck. every last one of you- KILL YOURSELVES." he stormed off back into the airport. i don't know what he thought he was doing coming here anyways, but his exit is a wonderful way to begin the drive and kick-off vacation!