You Give Me Butterflies
Authors Note: Well, I was orginally going to wait and write this story as a oneshot, but it started to get a little lengthy, so I decided to make it a two-shot. This will be in Clyde's POV in both chapters. Also, this fic is based off of the song and music video 'Butterflies' by Alana Lee Hamilton. Check it out if you want! Okay, let me know what you guys think!
It's just another day for me at South Park High School as I walk into the building, hoping to escape the cold that is the winter wonderland outside. It's snowing again, incase that wasn't obvious.
It's always fucking snowing in South Park.
"Hey douchebag." Is the greeting I receive as Craig Tucker makes his way to me from halfway down the hallway. It could have been worse, at least he didn't flip me off- oh, no, there it is. He had to get his hand out of his pocket first.
"Hey cocksucker." I say once he's reached me, I wouldn't want to risk detention by screaming it down the hallway. Again.
Once he reaches me we start our walk to my locker, which is back the way Craig came from. I would point that out, but then Craig would flip me off again. He has a habit of doing so.
"So what's new?" Craig asks. The fact that he started the conversation means he is in an extremely good mood. Under normal circumstances Craig would never start the conversation. Craig doesn't talk to people, people talk to Craig.
He would kill me if I ever said that out loud.
"Not much, what about you? You seem to be in a semi-decent mood, did you finally have a real conversation with Tweek?"
So here's some interesting shit right here. When we were younger me, Token, and Craig always hung out, but in South Park you need four to really be considered a group. So every time we wanted to do group stuff, say, get in a fight with Stan's group or play ninja's we had to get a fourth member.
Our member selections weren't quite as complicated as Stan's group. We usually just called around until we found someone. I mean one week it'd be Jimmy, the next Jason, then Tweek, and so on. We never really had a permanent fourth member.
But Token has always been sorta friends with Tweek, so he came along with us when needed a lot. And Craig always seemed to prefer Tweek to our other options. Of course as we got older the rule of four kids to a group got broken. Gregory and Christophe moved back into town and tended to keep to themselves, along with Damien and Pip who were pretty close knit.
After that groups just broke down and we started seeing Tweek a lot less.
Now, a normal person who missed Tweek would call and invite him to hang out, maybe say hi in the hallways, but Craig Tucker isn't normal.
In fact I'm pretty sure he could be classified as a stalker at this point.
"We've had real conversations." Craig says defending himself.
"Yeah, in like seventh grade." I feel the need to explain to him why that doesn't count.
"Still counts." Craig says as we stop at my locker.
"Totally doesn't." I say before grabbing the books I need out of my green locker.
"Whatever," Ahh, now he's all pissy. "How's that song of yours coming along?"
He would ask. You see I write songs to express myself and all of that bullshit. It was Mr. Mackey's idea. He said it might help me stop crying so much- which I don't understand. I'm not a crier, like, at all. If you heard differently, you heard wrong. I am all man, and manly men don't cry. I just write the songs to humor Mr. Mackey and, sometimes, Craig.
"It's just a chorus, which is what it will stay." I say firmly before I shut my locker.
"I could add music." He says in a bored tone, even though I know he wants to do it.
Here's something else you may not know, Craig is somewhat of a musical genius. Give the kid any instrument and he can play it without fault. He can play anything by ear. He also has a talent for making killer melody's and harmonies.
He'd be a killer musician if he could write lyrics for shit.
The poor guy is lyrically retarded, and that's being nice. Seriously, unless you want to hear a song about guinea pigs and Red Racer don't ask him to sing you anything.
"It doesn't need music, it's stupid." Normally I would humor Craig, let him see the song, do whatever he wants to it, but this one is not exactly my manliest song.
"So? Most songs on the radio are stupid." He has a point.
"Fine." I say grabbing the lyrics out of by back pocket and handing it to him.
Craig takes a few seconds to look over it before he turns to me. "Looks like a thirteen year old girl wrote it." He says in his nasally monotone voice.
"Fuck you." Stupid asshole.
"Hum it." He commands. Seriously the great Craig Tucker fucking commanded it. This guy has no respect for me.
"No, it looks like it was written by a thirteen year old girl." I say crossing my arms, which is difficult since I have books in my hands.
He looks like he's thinking for a second before he responds. "So, Justin Beiber's a success." You should see the smirk on his face. He thinks he's so funny because he made a Justin Beiber joke, like that's never been done before.
"I wish everyone would lay off the kid, it's not his fault he has a high pitched voice." I mean seriously, why is everyone so mean to him?
"Dude, who cares? He's got money, thirteen year old girls," He holds up my lyrics. "Apparently you, and a record deal. He needs haters to even things out."
"You're not funny." He's really not. And it's too bad because he's so emotionless that he can't even laugh at his own jokes. You know how awkward he is at parties? He says a joke and everyone just stares, trying to figure out if they're supposed to laugh.
"I wasn't trying to be." He says looking at me seriously. "I think you're a thirteen year old girl stuck in a seventeen year olds body."
I glare at him for a solid ten seconds before he speaks again. "So are you going to hum this or not?"
I sigh before quickly humming the chorus.
"Good enough." He says shoving the lyrics in his pants pocket. "Now, next question, when are you gonna tell Token how you feel?" My lyrics might be Token inspired.
"As soon as you tell Tweek that you walk past his house everyday just hoping to catch a glimpse of his beautiful golden locks." I reply dramatically.
"That's not the reason." And it kills me that that's his comeback.
"Dude… You're supposed to deny doing it." God Craig, at what point did stalking become alright?
He just shrugs in reply.
"Do you know his blood type too?" I ask sarcastically.
"'B' negative." He says as though it's not weird that he knows that. I don't even remember my own blood type, how the hell does he know Tweek's?
"Dude, how do you know that?" I'm almost afraid to ask.
"He carries a blood donor card in his wallet. I saw it when I was standing behind him in the lunch line." Now there are a few things that surprise me about that explanation. First off, Tweek donates blood? Shouldn't he be afraid that the nurses are really vampires there to drain him or something? Second, Craig actually got close enough to Tweek to see inside his wallet? But hey, good for him. Too bad he used that time to scope out Tweek's wallet instead of doing the normal thing and starting a conversation.
"Of course. I mean here I was thinking you guys talked and he told you that. Silly me." I never thought that, but I figure the sarcasm will do him some good.
He shrugs. See that's the thing about Craig Tucker, he really doesn't care about much. I mean insult him 'til your throat bleeds and he won't be any more offended than he was before you started talking.
"I need to use the bathroom." He says and starts walking off.
"Why, d'ya see Tweek walk in? Need to see how his bowel movements are on Tuesday?" I enjoy mocking him.
He flips me off. "It's Wednesday dumbass." He says before he enters the bathroom down the hall.
If only I'd known that messing up the days of the week pissed him off so much. …And he didn't deny it. Creeper.
"Hey dude!" I hear a pleasant voice call from down the hall.
Token Black.
"Hey," I shout trying to sound less excited than I am. "What's up?"
"Not much, what about you? Where's Craig at?" He asks noticing that Craig's missing.
"I think he's checking out Tweek's bowel movement." I say pointing toward the bathroom.
"You know I saw him at the coffee shop the other day, didn't get anything, just sat there and stared at Tweek all shift. Then after Tweek left, Craig took off." Token recites. I assume Token was there doing homework; it's a pretty good place for that.
"Dude, how has Tweek not noticed? I mean he's so paranoid, you'd think he would have filed for a restraining order against him by now."
"Maybe he has noticed. Maybe he just secretly returns the feelings." Token says seriously.
A second later we were both in a fit of laughter.
"Oh my God, that was a good one!" I laugh wiping a tear from my eye.
"I know! Tweek would piss his pants if he knew Craig was practically stalking him." Token says from his bent over laughing state.
"Oh my gosh, did you know he knows Tweek's blood type? 'B' negative man." I say to Token as he raises back up.
"Dude, isn't that Craig's blood type too?" Token asks.
"How the fuck would I know? What's with everyone knowing everyone else's blood type?" Seriously, if I find out Token is stalking Craig I'll kill myself.
"No, Craig had to get that blood transfusion last year, remember? That's what we were tested for." Oh yeah. Well, that's much better than Token being a stalker.
"Oh."
"Yeah. I guess that's good though. I mean if Tweek ever needs blood, Craig can come to the rescue." Token says in a slightly joking voice.
"Yeah, except he'd probably drain blood into a jar and leave it on Tweek's doorstep. I don't think Craig's ever going to talk to him. Ever." Honestly, I think he takes precautions against talking to Tweek.
"Hey, his loss, I guess. I mean if he's not willing to start a conversation then he can't expect anything to happen." Ah, Token, always the voice of reason.
"Totally agree with you there dude." I say as I lean against the wall.
"I mean if Craig is half the man he thinks he is then he'll stop being such a pussy and tell Tweek how he feels." As you may have noticed, Token thinks Craig is a slight douche bag, of course so do most of the other people who know Craig.
"Sadly, Craig is only about a quarter of the man that he thinks he is, so there goes that relationship." I say with a shrug. You'd think that as Craig's best friend I'd stick up for him more, but even I know what an asshole he is. He's just lucky he's good at Xbox360, or he wouldn't have any friends at all.
Aww, who the fuck am I kidding, I'd still stick around. Stupid endearing asshole.
"No doubt." Token says easily.
"So what are you up to this weekend?" I ask trying to prolong conversation.
"Nothing really. I've gotta finish my history project, but after that I'm just gonna sit around bored," he says shrugging. "What about you? You and Craig have something planned?"
"You know, I do, do things without Craig." I swear, the way he talks sometimes, a person would think Craig and I were married. Which we aren't, nor will we ever be, just to clear up any confusion.
Token gives me this look, that says that he thinks I'm lying out of my ass, and raises an eyebrow at me.
"I do! And he's out of town with his uncle this weekend anyway." It's true. Craig won't be able to stalk Tweek all weekend. He's probably installing cameras around town to keep an eye on him.
"Whatever you say man," he says with his arms in the arm in defense. "But if you ever want help stealing him away from Tweek-"
"Dude! Don't even go there! I do not, and will not ever, have any romantic feelings toward Craig. Ever." The last thing I want is for Token to think I want Craig.
"Okay. So that means you won't be waiting by the phone all weekend and are totally free to come-"
"Token!" Damn it! Fucking Wendy Testaburger has to show up right as he's about to ask me to hang out! Damn it!
Okay, so I've hinted a lot about this, but just to clarify things, I have a total boner for Token. I think that sounds a lot less gay than saying I have a crush on him. And I am a manly man, and therefore, practically not gay at all.
Now here's my problem, er, problems. For one thing, I haven't told Token I like him, which at the moment leaves us as just good friends. I don't want to be just friends anymore; I want to date him, and I know the longer I wait the more chance I have at getting tossed into the friend zone.
You know, that group of people that you deem as un-datable for no better reason than you've been friends to long? It's a terrible place to be. It's, like, the worst reason to be rejected. I would rather be told that I'm an ugly piece of useless shit that is trying to date way out of my league, than be told that we should just be friends. At least with regular rejection you can say they're a bitch and move on; with friend zone you just have to deal with it and suffer through the friendship, while watching the person you like date other people.
Anyway, problem number two is that I have no idea if Token likes me. Sometimes when we hangout I start thinking that maybe he does, but then all of a sudden he does something that makes me think there's no way he likes me that way. It's confusing as fuck! It's harder than math, and I'm failing that shit!
And my final problem goes by the name of Wendy fucking Testaburger. Well, her middle name isn't real fucking. I think it's Susan, or some shit like that. I'm not for sure on that one. It'd be kinda funny if that was her middle name though, wouldn't it?
Okay, but back to why she's a problem. She's recently decided that she and Token should date, which means she's hitting on him a lot. To make matters worse, I'm pretty sure she knows I like him. And it's not like I'd really give a shit if she knew, if she wasn't sabotaging everything! I mean, it's like if she sees me with him then she has to run over and take him away, and if we're hanging out then she has to call and text him repeatedly. It's so annoying! She can wait her turn damn it! Or better yet, she can not have a turn with him at all.
"Oh, uh, hey Wendy." Token says turning and waving a little.
"Hey!" Wendy says smiling before slightly turning towards me. "Hi Clyde."
"'Sup?" I say, although she's already turned back to Token.
"So Token, I was just wondering if you wanted to hangout this weekend? Maybe go see a movie?" Wendy asks flipping her hair. Stupid girls and their stupid flipping hair.
"Well, uh, I was just-" Token is interrupted by the sound of the bell, and Craig walking up to our group.
"Hey, it's time for class," Craig says it his monotone voice to Token and I before looking at Wendy. "Hey Testabitch."
"Screw you Craig," she says glaring. "I'll talk to you about it later Token. See ya!"
"See ya." Token says waving.
"Bye bitch." Craig says with a smirk on his face. Sometimes Craig being a douche bag totally works in my favor.
Token turns to glare at Craig. "You don't have to be a jerk to her every time you see her."
"No, but I strongly prefer to. " Craig says with a smirk still on his face.
"Whatever, I'll see you guys later." Token says as he heads toward his class.
"Bye dude!" I say smiling.
"You owe me." Craig whispers before he too takes off to class.
Guess I should go to science class before I get another detention.