Craigs p.o.v

So it 6am a hour earlier than when I normally get up for school, by why am I up at this time? you may ask. Because my douche of a best friend called me up drunk out of his mind for a fucking chat. Me being the nice guy I am -ha- I'm going to his house to sort his sorry ass out so he at least manages to turn up for classes this morning. Stretching I climb out of bed grabbing my signature chullo from my desk sliding it onto the tangled mess of black hair. With out really looking I grab a pair of tight black jeans that make you wonder how I can still feel my legs and a over sized white t-shirt. Before making my way downstairs I slide on my black and white nike high tops, a grey hoody, place my drop dead waist coat thing over the top and my leather jacket over that. Hell I like to take care of my appearence okay. I don't really care if I wake any of my family up so I slam my door shut and head downstairs to find my mother sat watching the morning news. 'Off to school already love?' she ask's turning to me. I shake my head walking to the kicthen for some breakfast.

'Nah, Gotta go over to Clyde's first.' I mumble with a twinkie hanging out of my mouth. She nods to show she understood and soon turned back to the television with out asking any more questions. I wave my goodbye, grab my bag and head out of the door. This is when I remember I'm out of gas and money so I can't drive to Clyde's. Gritting my teeth I walk against the cold air dragging my feet down the pavement. I notice people leaving for work I also notice the funny look's I'm being given. Most of the people here know each other and most know I wouldn't be heading off to school at this time, so what exactly am I doing walking down the side walk smoking at 6:20am... I turn the corner to Clyde's street and almost get hit by Mr Marsh reversing out of his drive, he shout's an apology in my direction as I carry on walking flipping him the finger. Two seconds later and I'm stood outside Clyde's house wondering how the hell I'm going to get in with out drawing attention to myself. I spot that his kitchen light is on and I can see his parent's sat down at the table eating their breakfast. I decide to walk around the side and climb the tree next to his window, ducking under the kitchen window as I sneak around to avoid being caught, climbing the tree is the easy part it's sliding into his window when the fucker is closed. I tap on it a few times spotting Clyde laid down on the floor looking like a right mess. I swear to god if he is passed out I will cut his ball's off, mid thought he stumbles over to the window with a shit eating grin on his face. Open It I mouth tapping the window again it's becoming some what hard to stay in this tree. As soon as it's opened I leap through onto his bed.
'Dude you look like shit, is that... Is that popcorn in your hair?' I stare at him in disbelief he look's like a right wreck and I have under a hour to get him to sober up and look good.
'Ahaha yeah.' he laughs looking at him self in the mirror stumbling slightly to the left. I get up grabbing his arm's, I look at him for a few seconds and start pulling it out of his hair, he squrims and complains about me ripping his hair out but I hold him still with my left hand and use my right one to carry on pulling just slightly less roughly. Once that task is completed I spin him around to sit him on his bed whilst I pick out an outfit. I reach into his wardrobe pulling out a 'The Maine' shirt and a pair of faded ripped skinny jean's tossing them at him. 'Put them on.' I instruct. I watch him for a minute struggling to get the top he's already wearing off before sighing and walking over to help. I pull it off and slip on the clean one in one swift movement. 'Craig I need clean underwear' he states looking up at me. Since when did he need me to dress him? I grab a pair out of his draw and chuck them at his face. 'Your on your own with them dude.' I say before leaving his room to get a bottle of water.

As I'm making my way downstairs I remember that I snuck in, but oh well his parent's will have to get over that one. His parent's head's turn as I enter the kitchen both with confused face's. 'Oh I didn't know you were here Craig did Clyde let you in?' Mr Donovan ask's as I help myself to two bottles of water from the fridge. I spin on my heels to face them, 'Yeah, I need a lift to school and he offered' good enough excuse I guess. I make my way back up to his room to find him dressed and laid out on his bed. 'No time for beauty sleep, drink these.' I toss the bottles at him and watch as he gulps them both down. Breathe you Idiot BREATHE. I decide he look's good enough and sober enough, although he's still swaying as he stands to leave. Chucking his coat at him and a pair of high tops I grab my bag leaving the room to tell him we're leaving. We both wave and say our goodbye's to Mr and Mrs D and head out to his car. When he goes for the drivers side I grab his arm 'Your still fucked, I'm driving' He nods and sways into me, I manage to catch him in time and he just stays there leaning on me. 'You know Craig, I'm so lucky to have you as a friend' He looks up into my eyes hard grey meeting a deep brown. I smile slightly and let go off him climbing into his range rover.

He switches the stereo on and 'Touching on my' by 3Oh!3 come's on, we turn it up and sing along at the top of our voices. "I just gotta ask can you show me yours? I'll show you 't you worry, you're too fine. We got one thing on our mind And we got plenty of time!" We shout as we stop at traffic light's, I roll down the window and light up a smoke as I look over at Clyde he's singing and dancing along with a mad smile on his face. I also notice just past him are all the other guys waiting at the bus stop looking at the car as we dance along to the music that's far too loud for this time in the morning. We're the only two other than Token who have car's so everyone still has to ride the bus. Usually One of us give's Tweek a ride but I notice him and Token both stood there. I decide not to question it and turn back to the road just as Punk Bitch come's on. "THIS IS MY TUUUUUUUUNE" Clyde shout's. He wind's his window down as well but doesn't ask for a Cigarette. He start's to sing along at full volume and I can't help but laugh at how dorky he really is. The light's change and I start driving leaving everyone at the stop looking at us like we had gone insane. As we pull up to the parking lot Clyde had calmed down and was leaning against the back of the seat looking in danger of falling asleep any second. 'MY HISTORY ESSAY! I NEVER FINISHED MY HISTORY ESSAY! OMG CRAIG I'M DONE FOR!' he suddenly shout's turning to me with wide eyes. I shrug and tell him not to worry but he look's about ready to cry. Giving him a small smile I climb out of the car and walk around to help him out, he sways and grabs my shoulders. 'Craig I'm so so so dead' he whispers looking right into my eye's tears getting ready to burst. I pull him into a hug something I don't do often and he immediately wraps his arms around me. 'If he threatens to kill you, tell him I'll burn his house down okay?' I feel him chuckle into my chest and I release him. He looks up at me one more time, seriously he should grow I tower over him. 'Thanks Dude. Thanks for everything this morning' Smiling I lead him towards school, his grip on my arm deadly but I couldn't care less.

-Okay this one's a bit longer, but sorry if there's a few/loads of mistakes in spelling and what not. I checked it over but it's 5:30 in the morning so I've probably missed a few.
Also I promise There will be some more 'acting up' on Clyde's behalf later on-