It's not like I'm as bad as Kyle. He acts like a lost puppy following Stan around, hoping somehow and someday he would finally become gay for his best friend. No, I'm not that bad. At least I hide it...

Right?

So I follow him around a bit. How could I not? With those slate blue eyes and messy black hair and that slender build, he's so fine! It's a wonder I'm the only one who likes him. But it's not like I only like him for his body. Craig protects me and he's always got my back no matter what. I know all his secrets like he knows all of mine. Well, except . . .

That I'm completely in love with him.

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Clyde shoved his hands deeper into his pockets as the wind picked up around him that stirred up little white puffs of snow flurries. The sky was becoming this sickening green, a heavy blizzard threatening the future forecast of South Park.

Since the high school had let the students out early, Clyde was without the ride he normally got from his parents and he couldn't find Craig after school. With his unfortunate circumstances, he had only one option: to walk. He started to walk toward home, using what legs he had been given to make due. But the wind was whipping around his brown chestnut hair and making his bronze eyes water to where he could hardly stand it. Snow that foreshadowed the blizzard was starting to drift to earth as Clyde marched on.

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Craig pulled his hat lower down on his forehead and glared out from under the shaggy hair that dared to stray in his eyes. He was freezing his ass off trying to scrape ice from his car's windshield that was only going to get covered in more ice soon. As he worked to scrap the ice off his car window Craig's blue hues again scanned the last of the lingering crowd for Clyde. But he could not find him even after he'd searched the crowd plenty of times. He sighed and clutched his chest. It was painful when his mind strayed to the thought of Clyde and his wellbeing. Craig never thought much of these feelings. He just figured it was something you felt for someone you were this close to. He just knew he wasn't a faggot.

Once the ice was disappeared enough to where he could see, Craig pulled his seemingly frost-bitten body into his truck letting it idle as heat filled the cab and defrosted him. The whole time he watched the snow fall before clicking on the wipers to head out.

With the way things were going he was lucky to see the road let alone Clyde. He had seen him and tried to roll down his window on the passenger side but when it came down until it stuck Craig called out, leaning across the cab.

"Hey, Clyde, why the hell are you walking home?" Craig called over the wailing wind, "Get your frozen ass in and I'll just take you home!"

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Clyde nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Craig's voice carry in the wind to him. It pulled the jock out of his heated (like Florida's summers) daydreams, just noticing how bad the weather was getting so fast. But he had to focus on what Craig was saying. Four words stood out the most.

'I'll drive you home!'

It was all Clyde needed to hear before dashing to the truck and hopping in, the window going up first then his hands finding the vents.

"Fuck, it feels so good in here..." Clyde made a sound like he was moaning, melting his hands some before buckling up as Craig began to drive away. "Thank you so much Craig, really." Clyde blushed just faintly, but it was enough to show as he started to speak more, saying: "I really don't wanna go home... There is no one there and I don't wanna be alone..." He whined a bit, looking over at Craig who just smirked back.

"Is that your sly way of asking if you can hang out? I suppose I could..." Craig chuckled and nodded yes, more than willing to have him over.

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Craig was about to awkwardly go about asking Clyde to come over, but for some reason he was nervous. Clyde always made him feel easygoing ... So what was this? Craig also noticed something about Clyde, thinking he looked different. He was sneaking looks at the male beside him trying to see what it was. Did he look older? Were his eyes lighter? Perhaps Clyde looked... cute-?

Craig shook that thought away before pulling into the driveway and sighing. He was not about to be gay let alone for his best friend yet the look on Clyde's face when he said the male could come over to hang out was something that made his heart go insane. That bright light in his eyes, the way he looked so happy... And Craig just loved making Clyde happy.

After pulling in, walking Clyde in to the house, and getting chips and pulling the other male yet again up to his room he smiled started to shed layers of clothing in his room as Clyde talked.

"This will be just like old times! You always seem so busy lately." Clyde had taken a spot by the computer, facing the bed where Craig soon took a seat. He had snickered at Clyde's words, agreeing. "Yeah, I've been with Bebe and Red and now trying on Wendy." He winked at Clyde playfully.

"So there is nothing serious or anyone worth staying with?" Clyde kept with the questions, some hope in his voice that Craig wasn't interested in girls at all.

But he was. He had noticed that Clyde hadn't seemed to be, though. Even now as he thought about it there were rumors that Clyde was gay... And as Craig thought about it more, he had never seen the other male with a girl before. So instead of answering the question-

"Are you gay Clyde?"

Clyde nearly fell out of his chair, choking on the chip he had just ate, coughing and sputtering while beating his chest with his fist. "W-What? No!

Craig, of course not; you would know if I was." He spat the words out when his throat cleared, staring at Craig thinking 'Where had that come from...?' He looked horribly nervous, rubbing his hands on his pants.

Craig didn't believe him though. He looked at him, eyes narrowing into slits, his tone dropping to dead serious. "Clyde, don't lie. I have never seen you with any girl and when we talk about stuff like that you always zone out." He was staring Clyde down, giving him that look that always got the male to talk before.

Sure enough, it was working. Clyde was squirming horribly in his seat, looking everywhere and at everything but Craig. Finally he just sighed and gave a slow nod. "Y-Yeah... I guess I am. I'm not too sure since I've never had sexual relations of any minor or major type... But I believe I am..." his voice barely came above a slight whisper, blushing and looking his best friend in the eyes.

There was only one thought in his head now... That he would lose his friend.

Craig hated and made fun of nearly all the gays in school, and he would be next on the list...

Yet Craig never said anything. He had already guessed this and thus already braced himself for the shock. He just watched as Clyde squirmed in disbelief. He thought he knew everything about his best friend...

"How do you know? Like, were you like this from birth or was this chosen by you?" Craig was suddenly intense and curious, forgetting all his hate of gay men and women. In fact, he felt as if he could accept the community of them as a whole now it was Clyde, someone he personally knew.

"I just know, okay? For example, I don't get excited by girls, not like how other guys do..." Clyde blushed and shrugged, doing it in a way that made

Craigs heart react in that funny way every time.

Both were silent for a long time, Clyde much more relaxed now, munching on the chips, and feeling like Craig was just processing what he heard and knowing this wasn't the end of the friendship. He watched Craig think and chew on his lip like he always did when he was thinking. The whole thing made Clyde want to kiss the male until finally he leaned forward and touched Craig's hand softly. "What are you thinking so hard about Craig?" He was so close...and chickened out...

Craig though, after the question just shrugged, looking away. There was a lot going through his mingle actually.

"Meh just life... Soooo...now that you came out to me, do we have to talk about your gay crushes too?" Craig asked, not minding actually, but Clyde just chuckled. "No we don't-"

Out of nowhere Craig cut Clyde off, the burning question bubbling out. "Who do you like?" He blurted, looking and watching at Clyde shut down and freeze up.

The chilled look on the jock's face had nothing to do with the horrible blizzard outside... "I don't like anybody. Don't ask anymore..." Along with that cold look, Clyde's voice was flat and Craig knew he hit a bad spot.

"Okay man, okay... Let's just not talk about it then. Wanna play instead?"

Craig switched topics fast and nodded to the Xbox in the corner.

~To be continued~