I don't believe anybody feels the way I do about you now...
As the years had rolled by we found ourselves growing closer and closer each year. Having new additions to our group. I grew colder, meaner. Badder. He grew nicer, sweeter. He was chubby and short like he was in elementary school. I was stick skinny and tall as can be. I lacked a sense of humor (kind of) and he had a great one. That was that. We were opposites but thats what made us click.
The end of our Junior summer was coming to an end and it was scary how I could actually feel myself getting scared. Here I was coming into senior year when it feels like just yesterday when Clyde and I were pushing Tweek in the mud. Life was something funny I tell you. The summer went fast as well. We all expected much of it when in actuality you shouldn't expect anything when you live in South Park. MY summer consisted of Video games, Tacos, Swimming in Stark's pond (Only in the one good month we have), and Clyde trying to hook me up with ugly ass girls.
And this.
I look down at my book, trying to concentrate over the loud music. I hated parties with a passion. Always alcohol and drugs, boobs and nudity and others that I did not want to get involve with. So I decided to sit in Bebe Steven's room and just pull out the book Token had bought for me for my birthday. It was called The Boy in Striped pajamas and so far it reminded me of Brolovski. Which was dead horrible since I despised the fucker with a passion.
I licked my fingers as I turned the page. I really wasn't all that interested. I kept thinking about a certain blond haired spazz. He pissed me off. And the funny thing is that I felt like he had a huge boner for me. It was a thought that kept budding in my mind, wouldn't go away. I noticed how he'd bat his blond eyelashes at me. Shyly bite at his lower lip, shake more than usual. It was strange because I never even treated the blond boy with respect. Because I honestly didn't think he did anything to gain it from me.
Sighing, I could hear footsteps passing by Bebe's room. Probably some drunken whores about to get it on. I felt very maniacal today. Felt more evil than usual. If they were as drunk as I thought they were they would notice me until the clothes were off and freak out, leaving me and the only sense of humor I had to sit there and smirk.
As the door creeks open, I put my book to the side and crunch up into a small ball. Legs pushed to my chest, head rested on my knees. I wait for the sound of clothes ruffling, movement on Bebe's bed, anything. When I don't—my gray eyes creep open and I peek up only to find a very drunk Clyde kneeling in front of me. His grin was wide and he smelled of alcohol. I raise an eyebrow and make my middle finger erect.
"What, Donovan? Bebe didn't want a taste of your dick?" I spat out. This was my of saying; Go away, drunken fool. His smile turns into a frown, and he only continues staring at me with those hazel eyes of his. I shift uncomfortably as his hand rest on top of my knee.
"I'un wahnt her to taste my dick..." He begins to crawl closer to me, moving his head in so our noses are touching. I can feel my heartbeat racing, catching on to what he was about to do. But I am frozen, the only thing running through my mind is; Oh shit... I didn't want this. And neither did Clyde, He was drunk and even if I did want him—it wouldn't be right to take over his unstable, drunk mind. I let my legs unfold and rest on each side of his body, feeling uncomfortable in my past position, and feeling even more so in my current.
"Clyde, your-"
He cuts me off, eyes half lidded as he reaches his hand to my face. He caresses my cheek with his thumb, and I felt tingly. No, no...this wasn't right.
"Shhh, Craig I'un cahr..."
And thats it, he reaches in further, our lips meeting. He pins my hands above my head, my eyes wide with shock. I squirm uncomfortably as he licks my lower lip, and then pushes my lips and (Still) fucked up teeth apart, exploring my mouth. Finally, I can't take it. My heart was beating faster. I felt woozy and tingly. My eye lids flutter closed. And I fight back, trying to be dominant as our tongues danced.
He pulls away, panting and letting my hands fall to the side. He kisses my forehead, muttering these last words...
"I don't think anybody feels the way I do..."
Before I knew it, he pulled away. Coughing, shaking, he leans over and pukes all over my shirt. So then and there, he collapsed right in between my legs. Head rested on my barf covered stomach. I watched as he fell into sleep mode.
For the majority of the night I'm just sitting there for hours replaying what happened in my mind, hand rested on Clyde's head as I play with his brown hair.
He was warm, soft. Still chubby and cute. I hated him right now.
Eventually I feel myself feeling weak, tired. So I close my eyes. Drifting away into sleep...
When I woke up I didn't feel that warmth, that softness. My eyes snap open in worry and I look they dart around Bebe's room in a frantic search for my friend. But I come to realization that the brunette is gone, poof.
Did he remember?
He was drunk, after all. How could he possibly remember? I sigh heavily. I don't care. I don't care about anything, remember? I am Craig Tucker.
Apathetic, cold, uncaring.
I push my legs to my chest like I did last night, Resting my head on my knees.
I wouldn't admit it at that time. But I could feel a single, lone tear falling from my eye. I didn't cry.
Ever.
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