AN- I reall love clyde, i just had to write somthing for him. The idea for this came, when i was sat at my freinds house and two of them were making out and i was bored and unable to leave. So i've combined my love for Clyde Donovan and Creek into this. Please reveiw and all that stuff, it makes me smile big time :3 Enjoy|!

My name is Clyde Donovan, im 17 years old from South Park, Colorado, it's a Friday night and you'd never guess what i'm doing. That's right, Friday night, the greatest day of the week. Its a day for partying and getting laid and all that shit. But no. Not for Clyde.

So we get given this project in school, right? And it's on like the local ecosystem, well I don't know because the explanation was melting. My. Brain. So before i know it im a group with my 'best freinds' Craig, Tweek and Token. Our asshole teacher decides she's going to go off on the male species again and gives up until monday to do it. Thus ruining any plans i had for the weekend. We decided to do the project at Tweek's house, as usual, since his parents arnt assholes, posh and at least he has a mum. Oh and coffee, we get lots and lots of coffee at Tweeks house.

So Token, the lucky son of a bitch, it going to california to meet his hot babe girlfreind, i can't remember her name, for the weekend. Token is my best freind after Kevin, and I thought maybe if he was here it would be okay. I always feel like a third wheel with just Tweek and Craig, it sucks.

And of course i knew they were, yano, together, sorta.

And of course i'd seen them kiss and hug in school, and it never bothered me. Trust me, im not homophobic or anything, i dont mind. But tonight. They have crossed a very finely drawn line. Now im not one to judge, and im not going complain too much, even when i feel like crying. But here i am on the bed, bored out of my Clydey-lichi-ous mind, no tacos, no babes, no idea what this project is about because I did'nt fucking listen. As you can tell i'm pretty pissed off. But that's just the half of it.

Because on the floor, are Tweek and Craig, playing god damn tonsil tennis, right in front of me. If they got any closer they'd be having sex.

Your probably wondering 'yer what's so wrong with that Clyde you asshole?' Well i shall tell you. For one, i'm here, i can see them, they can see me (i think, unless im dead...), but they are looking more than comfortable all tangled up together on that floor. Sadly, i am no where near as comfortable watching it. Id usually walk past with a witty remark like "get a room fags" and they'd go somwhere private, this is their room though. And maybe i should look away, but Tweeks room is small and i have a birds eyes view. I could close my eyes but it's noisy too. Im wondering how Tweek's parents are failing to hear this going on every friday night.

For two, Tweek's gonna get laid tonight, and so is Craig, if they don't top this make out session off with super hot gay butt sex, i'd give them a billion dollars because i'd be pretty worked up by this point. And what hurts is their rubbing my face in it, I can see Craig looking over every few minutes to check im still watching. This whole experiance is forcing me to question my own sexuality because i feel a bit jealous too now. Damn you Craig and your hot boy freind.

I wish I could leave, and theres so many reasons why i can't. My dad can't come and pick me up, and its dark, I dont want to get murdered or butt raped on my way home. Im not sure, but i think its rude to leave somones house without an explanation. And we havn't even started the project yet, leaving now is out of the question.

So this is how I am forced to spend my friday night, sober, tacoless, freindless, girlfreindless and watching Tweek and Craig dry hump...

Help?