Not even 3 blocks later, Clyde was restlessly asking questions about their destination.
"Do you know where were going?"
"Anywhere but here."
"And where's that?"
"Somewhere"
"Oh.. Where's the nearest gas station? I gotta piss."
"You didn't go before we left?"
"It was kinda short notice, Craig."
Craig lowered his shoulders and sighed in impatience. "Look, there's about 8 bathrooms I can see from here."
"Really? Where?" Clyde looked over Craig's broad shoulders into the dark distance.
Craig panned his arm across the side and labeled each object it swiped by, "Tree number one, tree number two, bush number one, tall grassy field number one, bush number two, trees number three and four, and bush number three."
Clyde wasn't impressed, rather, he was regretting he asked. "Are you really insisting I piss in the woods somewhere? What if a bear gets me?"
Craig tilted his head with his eyes closed coyly. "Stranger things have happened. And besides, it won't eat you, it probably thinks your it's little baby or something." he reached in to pinch Clyde's cheek.
The brunette swatted him away with a small frown. "Fine, fine!" he huffed in a quick breath of air and stepped off the sidewalk, the grass crunching below his feet. Craig looked up and around before catching Clyde, barely moving, looking pitifully at Craig. "Whaddya want?"
Clyde pouted, "It's dark out here, dude.."
"Just hurry up and take your potty break, ya big baby." Craig mocked as he tapped his foot on the concrete.
"Hey dude, shut up! The street light doesn't light it up back here, I can't see where the hell bush number two went." he called back as the grass brushed about him noisily.
"Yea?" The shaggy haired boy turned, "What do you want ME to do about it?"
"I dunno!" the jock whined from the border of the woods. "I-I found it!" he cheered, before exchanging his look for a straightened one. "Turn around."
Craig rolled his eyes and turned to the road again. The street lights were weak and the one above him flickering every so often. It was kind of annoying and peaceful at the same time- that is until he heard the unpleasant sound of what resembled a bag of potatoes being dropped rung into his ears, followed by a little whimpering.
"Craaaiig..oww.." The younger friend quivered from his lips quietly. "I..I tripped" he coughed out another pitiful whine.
What the hell. It seems Clyde was always at stake for some sort of self inflicted wounds somehow, of course, not to the degree like their classmate Kenny. "Yea?" Craig started, "Again, what do you want ME to do about it?"
"Nothing." he toughed out to say. It was followed my a series of agonizing ow's and 'it hurrts' until Craig finally decided he was getting nowhere until he assisted him. He turned off into the grass, making his way towards his friend.
"What happened, dude?" Craig examined the boy that was sprawled in the grass and holding his leg.
"I said I tripped!" he snapped, eager for help out of the brush. "Now just help me up!"
Craig grumbled under his breath and leaned in, grabbing onto his friends shoulders and hoisting him slowly. It wasn't a smooth task by any means. You got the slightly husky jock and the scrawny limp..Craig. His knees buckled under the weight that was more than his own until he exhaled an exhausted breath, setting his friend to support himself on his own two feet, which didn't work quite well either. Clyde let out a painful squeal and doubled over, lifting his leg, releasing the pressure from it. "Ow! Craig, dammit!"
"What did I do? I helped you up, didn't I?" he sneered, looking at his friend's hovering limb. His ankle was a little swollen. "Hey, it seems you're crying for a reason this time!" he chirped sarcastically, lowering himself to the level of the injury.
"Don't touch it." the brown eyed teen frowned, "It's throbbing enough already."
Craig scoffed.
"Shut the hell up, get your mind out of the gutter, and help me to the sidewalk so I can check out my ankle better."
"Ok, princess."
Not another word was exchanged while Clyde swung his arm around Craig's shoulder for support. The jagged walk across the grass was rather awkward for the fact Clyde had the balance of a sedated cat and was wobbling to and fro as he struggled to keep weight off his injury. That and..well, Craig was never the one to have any bronze. His friend leaning into him for support was killing his shoulder and making him lose his own balance, stumbling one side, then stomping back into balance, leaning to the other side. You could of swore they were two drunks aiding each other home.
Their feet met the sidewalk after a series of tumbling about, and this made Craig sigh in relief as he hurried to set his friend down on the side of the pavement. Clyde rested his legs onto the road while the flickering light illuminated the swollen joint.
"This..doesn't look TOO bad." he attempted to calm himself, "It'll go down before you know it!"
"Of COURSE it will. It's not sprained or anything." Craig sat down next to Clyde and leaned towards the wound, "You'll be fine. It's just flippin tits because you twisted it a little." he looked up at the hovering light system above him, twitching on and off. He raised his middle finger up to the engulfing light. Must of just been something to do while the silence took place during the time Clyde was treating his little boo-boo.
"Ok, I think it's gone down a bit." Clyde observed his foot, satisfied with the recovery. That only took..what? Half an hour? The entire time Clyde's ankle was having its whole episode, Craig has ventured out into the woods to do his business, then entertained himself by throwing Clyde's shoe above the power lines to crash down somewhere in the grass, retrieve it, and repeat the process. It often received glares from his brunette classmate, but he didn't care. It's not like he was wearing it. And Craig was never good at measuring anything out, so it's not like it was going to catch itself on the power wires. Besides, don't you need two shoes for that?
"Yea? Finally. Here's your shoe." he tossed it besides Clyde, "Let's hurry up and get goin. It's already quarter after three, and I plan to stop and sleep somewhere before the sun comes up."
