"What?"
"You heard me. I'm running away." The raven haired boy repeated, drawing in a breath of cold air. His arms were crossed and burrowed into his chest, balancing himself against the railing of Clyde's porch steps. "I just wanted to know if you were willing to come with me."
Clyde's eyes flickered a little in astonishment, before rubbing thoroughly into them with his clenched fists- you would have the same reaction if you were abruptly awoken at 2 in the morning. "..What?"
Craig hung his head down and sighed, unimpressed by Clyde's response.
"Are you coming with me or not?" he lifted his head back up to stare at the chocolatey eyes before him.
"You're not really gonna do it, Craig. You're just mad about something. Look, since you got your backpack with supplies anyways, you should just spend the night here and cool down." he leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms inwards, now feeling the chill of the night enter in through his sleepwear.
"I'm not just mad, I'm sick of it!" he raised his voice a bit, almost forgetting the fact people would be sleeping right now. His shoulders cocked up sheepishly, almost as if he were stopping the volume of his voice- even though it already happened. He shrugged it off and continued on with a harsh whisper to make up for his snapping volume. "I'm sick of my house, I'm sick of my family, I'm sick of our school, I've had enough! And.." he stopped himself, creating a little more distance from his childhood friend. "Well, my point is, I'd rather you come with me than those psychopathic weirdos from our grade."
The brunette's head shook a bit in deep, regretting thought. "But dude-"
Before he could finish, Craig was closer than before, his hand resting on Clyde's shoulder. Craig's deep sapphire eyes were fixed onto his round earthy ones. "At least one night? I'll take you home if you wuss out."
"Wuss out?" Clyde's growing sympathetic look lessened as he took Craig's hand to set it away from him. "And if I go home?"
"I'm still running away. You'll just be here instead."
Clyde returned his hand into his gut to keep himself warm. "Are you sure you know where you're going with this?" his eyebrow quirked, bemused.
"I'm not dumb, Clyde." he replied sternly, impatient for an answer.
"You have to be at least a little dumb to run away" he looked off into the road to avoid the glare given to him by the rebelious teen.
"Are you coming with me or not?" he unfolded his arms to drop them to his sides lazily.
"Fine." he answered quietly. He backed from the door frame and pointed towards Craig in authority. "For one night. That's all you're gonna last, anyways. Then you'll realise you don't have it so bad, here." he straightened his posture and gestured him in, Craig dragging his feet into the house. "I'll just get my stuff. Wait here and be quiet." he raced up the stairs.
Craig closed the door to barracade the cold from flowing in and sighed. Did Clyde really agree to follow along into the unforgiving night?..He's done stranger. He was rather shocked HE was willing to lead the way. He was the kind of kid to burrow into the depths of his room, keeping the strange antics of the town at bay. Not tonight, though. Because tonight is the last night in South Park. Goodbye, small, spontaneous town.
Clyde tip-toed downstairs with a dufflebag thrown over his shoulder. "I got my stuff." he murmured under his breath. "I should steal a water bottle from the fridge quick-" he started, until Craig simply pointed to the kitchen, ordering him to hurry up. Soon enough he was back near his friend's side with a small nervous smile. Of course Clyde wasn't sure about it. He was only going for that night..right?
They exited the house and entered onto the sidewalk, the cold greeting them with a close hug to their faces. Clyde looked behind him to his house. The place he grew up. He whimpered a little under his breath. "I'll be back" he told the house, awkwardly getting a look from Craig. He realised how weird it was to bid adieu to a house, and held his face down, catching up to his friend that began his way down the path.
Goodbye, South Park, and good riddence.