"But why dad?" I asked.

"Craig is your best friend and daddy has something he needs to take care of." I looked up at my dad and he looks tired. I start crying because mom just died a few months ago and I don't want him to leave. "Stop crying!" I try to stop crying but I am still crying a little as he drags me towards the car. I sit in the back seat trying to regain myself during the drive. We stop outside of the Tuckers residence.

I watch as my dad as he knocks on the door. I standing outside looking around. Usually I am happy to see Craig but today I am not so happy. I am more so really sad and want to stay with my dad.

"Hi" greeted my dad. "I appreciate you all doing this." I see him hand them some money.

"Not a problem" replied Mrs. Tucker. "It was such a tragedy what happened. Clyde is welcome here anytime." She looks down at me. "How are you Clyde?"

"Fine" I mumbled.

"Okay" she smiled. "You can go see Craig, he is in his room. We will bring your bags up there shortly." I look at my dad as he pats my shoulder. No hug? I sadly walk forward and head upstairs. I get closer to the door and I can hear Craig clearly arguing with someone.

"Get out of my room Ruby. Clyde is coming over and we don't want any stupid girls around."

"I am not a stupid girl" pouted Ruby. "I am your littler sister and I want to play Barbie's!"

"We are boys. We don't play with dolls."

"It's not a doll, it's Barbie!"

"Hey" I said making myself known.

"Clyde, tell stupid Ruby we don't play with dolls."

"Barbie!" Ruby corrected for the 3rd time.

"Maybe later" I tell Ruby to get rid of her. This seems to please her as she runs off smiling.

"You're a much nicer brother than Craig" she says poking her head back in the room. Craig gives her the middle finger, she stuck her tongue out in response. I took at Craig. I am so jealous how he is the tallest kid in class, all the girls like him, has a little sister, and both his parents are still together.

"You doing okay man?" asked Craig turning on his tv.

"Not really" I mumbled.

"Are you still upset about your mom?" asked Craig. I feel like I am about to cry. I guess Craig can tell because he kind of frowns.

"What?" I asked him almost annoyed.

"Nothing. I just thought you were moving on and you were okay now."

"My mom just died!" I yelled. Not really, my mom passed away almost a 7 months ago but it still feels like yesterday to me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be an asshole. Come here." I walk over to Craig and he hugs me. He usually not a touchy-feely type of guy but I guess he could tell that I needed it. I hugged him back feeling more calm than I have felt in months. I pulled away shyly.

"Thanks" I replied.

"Don't worry about it" said Craig sitting on his bed. I heard his mother coming up the stairs.

"Hey, how is everything going in here? Craig are you on your best behavior?"

"Yes mom" Craig droned.

"Clyde here is your bag. How does pizza sound for dinner?"

"It's fine" I replied. "I am tired of City Sushi"

"Great. I will let you know once it's here." She walks out of the room. I turn my attention back to Craig who is currently on his phone with his mouth hanging open.

"What?" I asked.

"Dude Cartman is hanging out with Heidi Turner. Like are they a thing or something?"

"Does it even matter?" I asked looking at his phone. There was picture of the two of them in park.

"Of course it matters. It's fucking Cartman."

"We killed his electronics for nothing" I replied. "Let him have his moment in the sun." Craig rolls his eyes.

"That is not going to last for long. Can you name me a time he didn't get into trouble?" Craig snorts. "His record is a few days' top." I slide off my jacket shaking my head because he is right. One of these days Cartman will get it together.

"Can we watch a movie?" I ask.

"I wanted to play on the system but that's cool, here" Craig tossed me the remote. I managed to catch it. I am so glad his parents let him finally have a TV in his room. I like being in here. It feels safe and cozy despite his fucked up attitude on some days. Craig gets comfy on his bed with his phone in his hand. He is still on Twitter surfing his feed. I take my shoes off getting comfy in the bed.

I find a movie that I feel like watching. I am about half way through when Mrs. Tucker calls us downstairs for dinner. I sit down happy to eat with a family. Mr. Tucker is talking about how he is going to pick up some extra shifts at his job as Ruby tries to play with her dolls or Barbie as she says.

"Ruby" said Mrs. Tucker sitting the paper plates on the table. "Put up your toys. You don't want to get her dirty do you?"

"She can just take a bath with me" smiled Ruby. I chuckled because I found that to be cute.

"Craig, how was school today?"

"It was whatever" shrugged Craig reaching for a slice of pizza.

"Something has to be happening" said Mr. Tucker walking around the table pouring us all soda.

"No, not really" replied Craig.

"What about all the kids at your school committing social suicide?" asked Ruby.

"Mind your business Ruby!" snapped Craig.

"Craig, be nice" said Mrs. Tucker sitting down. "Clyde are you enjoying your time here so far?"

"I always enjoy my time here" I smiled.

"Good. You are going to be staying with us for a week so you get to be a Tucker for a little while." I felt my chest get tight. Did she say a week?

"I'm staying a week?" I asked.

"Yes, didn't your father tell you?" I shook my head no and she had an expression I have never seen before. I stare at the pizza slice Craig put on plate. Now I don't even feel like eating it. How could my dad not tell me this? He only told me I was staying the weekend. I force myself to eat a slice of pizza before excusing myself. I change into my PJ's and climb into bed putting on Netflix for white noise. I roll over and curl into a ball and stare at the white wall.

I hear Craig come into the room. After a few minutes I feel his hand on my shoulder. I am trying to keep from crying because I am hurt my father would leave me like this. I understand it is for work but don't they know he still has a family.

"Hey, you okay man?"

"I'm fine. I just want to go to sleep." Craig doesn't say anything. I can hear him moving about his room before climbing into bed. I am surprised when he takes my hand.

"I want you to know you are my best friend. I have your back no matter. If you want to cry dude, then cry. Whenever you want to talk, we can talk. I start to shake because I am still trying to keep from letting the tears fall. Once Craig wraps his arms around me the flood gates open and I cry.