Clyde Donovan is my best friend since the beginning of time. It all starts out with a simple beginning of the cliche elementary school play ground setting. I was just a wee 5 year put in school way too early. He was a 6 year old with a rough outer appearance. I remember it well as I sat on my swing in the playground, sucking on my middle finger. At the time I was shy, sweet as honey although I liked things to be plain and boring with nothing to make life exciting. I did have my times though. I always stuck up for what I Believe in. The roles were switched although as I grew up. I Still liked things set in place. Boring and plain, please. But I kept my beliefs to my self.

Clyde though.

I remember sitting there as his chubby little body made his way towards me, running full speed as he plopped down in the seat next to me. He flashed me a smile with his perfect, pearly white baby teeth. And I continued sucking. My head cocking to the side. Who was this kid, why was he sitting next to me? And why was his teeth so god damn perfect...?

"I ahm Cwyd." stated the boy. I continued to stare at him blankly. I was confused, no one has approached me before and here was this bad boy with nice teeth—well. nice compared to my fucked up ones anyways. For a second he looks down at the ground, obviously feeling awkward at my silence. I felt a feeling of guilt that I didn't recognize as being so at that age. My middle finger comes out of my mouth with a pop and I take my small, tiny arm and tug on his sleeve.

"Youh hab nice towth" I state.

I can see the boy is shaking. Me being caring at that age grabs his hand, interlacing our finger. His hands were warm and sweaty as mine were cold and soft.

He looks at me and I see that he was blubbering. That was the day I found out the elementary school bad ass was really a cry baby. His tears were ones that showed of his frustration at the desperation for friendship that he obviously was lacking. I didn't know this at the time. But at the time and to this day I wonder why he choose me out of all people. For the first time ever, I raise an eye brow along with my middle finger.

"I wud be soooo happeh if yud stop cywing" He looks up at me. Eyes watery. He smiled a weak smile to start that turned into a full out grin. He held his head in his hands as he started laughing.

Finally, he peeks through his fingers and smiles at me,

"Youhhr ahlright kid." He says.

And thats where it started. The unbreakable friendship. One that seemed so innocent and pure in elementary school. As all things were. A embarrassing event was caused by a dare. Best friends didn't make things seem like the two had no other intentions. A kiss was just a peck on the lips...Maybe thats the one thing that will always never change. A kiss is just a kiss...unless you turn it into so much more. And the week before Senior year I was going to discover this.

Because hey.

I'm Craig Tucker. I like this nice and boring. But a plain, boring life is not attainable here in South Park.

Like it? (Smiles) I have the first chapter written out on paper and I am very fond of it. Should be up tomorrow or the day after. I like this fanfiction. A lot. The whole idea of Craig sucking on his middle finger a babeh wasn't my idea actually, a past friend and a past joke that went to the back to my mind. Except the joke was thrown in my face when I started writing this. Haha. Good times. (:

Review. If I don't at least get 1 I'll understand. I know my writing isn't perfect.

All I know is how Craig's gonna be feeling is a lot similar to how I've been feeling lately. FML.