A few hours later, like he thought, his friends sent him a text, saying to meet at Tweek bros. He stuffed his notebook, pencil, and a few energy bars into his drawstring bag before shouldering it. He took another glance around his room before he left.
He walked it, hands shoved into his pockets, listening to music.
A few songs later, he arrived, the only one that wasn't yet present was Henrietta. He went to grab a coffee before rejoining his friends. He sat beside Michael. Soon, Henrietta joined them, sitting beside Pete on the other side. There were few rustling sounds as they each withdrew their notebooks.

"So Raven, you gonna share with everybody who it is you're crushing on?" Firckle had a smirk, it was obvious from his eyes..., he had been crying.
Pete even looked slightly pissed as he gazed across at him.

"It's none of your or their business."

"So you admit there is someone," he grinned slyly.

Raven neglected to respond, instead taking a sip of his coffee, flipping the pages of his notebook, to find his newest stuff.

"I already know he's blond," Firckle taunted.

"Firckle, man, maybe you should lay off," Michael advised, glancing worriedly at Raven.

"I just wanna know who this blond guy is, Raven writes some pretty intense stuff about him." That wasn't true, but Firckle was trying to get a rise out of him.

"Listen to him," Raven muttered through his gritted teeth.

The others were looking at Firckle, silently begging him to stop, they all knew he most likely wouldn't. He rarely did, it was the reason he got into so many fights, and usually lost. He didn't know when to quit, or if he did, he simply didn't care.

"C'mon, just tell us who he is. It's not a big deal," he leaned forward, his eyes locked with Raven's.

"Fuck you," Raven growled, sliding out of the booth and stalking away.

"I want you to!" Firckle called.

His cheeks burned at that remark, but he kept walking, it was best he put distance between them.

He walked aimlessly but for some reason, his feet carried him to his house. He stood on the street, gazing up at the window that he knew was to his room. He stared up at it, trying to imagine what it would be like for him to go over to the door, knock, and talk to him. He wouldn't really know what to say. Sure, they had kind of been friends when they were kids, and yeah, he always thought about what he'd said that one day outside of Raisins.
"A kind of beautiful sadness."
Those words had haunted him since the day he heard them. Despite those words though, he remained a goth kid. He let the darkness in him win.
He sighed, Butters..., he couldn't imagine the blond liking him. Not in that way.

He looked away from the window, stomping his feet a little. They were cold. He must have been standing there longer than he had thought. With another sigh, he began the walk back home. He was listening to Dark Places by Hollywood Undead. Hands shoved into his pockets and head down, he made his way through the quickly darkening town.
He jogged up to his room, going to change into his bed time clothes before going back downstairs to make himself something to eat. Once he returned upstairs, he finally checked his phone. He had multiple messages from everyone except Firckle, who had only sent him one.

He checked Firckle's first, "Sorry," was all it said. He had probably done that at the insistence of the others.
Mostly the messages were apologizing for Firckle, asking if he was okay, asking where he was, and since they hadn't gotten replies they just told him to let them know if he was all right.
He replied to them, saying he was fine, he had simply lost track of time, but he was back at his house now, and to let him know if they wanted to hang later that night or tomrrow.
Pete eventually sent him a text, checking that Firckle had apologized.
Raven finished his food and disposed of the dishes before going back to his room and hopping on his computer. He put his earbuds into his ears and opened iTunes. After pushing 'Play', he went on the internet, surfing facebook for a bit before going over to bewild, looking at the Tripps he wanted to get.

Pete messaged him on FaceBook.

Pete: Hey, we're going to the graveyard in like an hour. Michael will be picking everyone up about a block from their house.

Raven: All right. Do I need to bring anything?

Pete: If you want to. Not sure houw long we'll be staying.

Raven: I have work tomorrow.

Pete: Oh right. They finally scheduled you?

Raven: Yeah. Eight hour day too. For the next few days. We're hoping to get the building back up. Might take a whole week, depeding on the weather.

Pete: Well fuck man. You still going to hang with us?

Raven: Yeah, I'll meet you guys at Tweek bros before they close each night, we can at least grab a drink then go hang at the graveyard.

Pete: Sounds good. I'll let the others know about your work.

Raven: Thanks man.

And with that, he got off his computer, going instead, to lay down a while before Michael came for him. He would have to redress. He groaned softly, but found a new pair of boxers, some Rude skinny jeans, and a Avenged Sevenfold hoody. He found a pair of socks and tugged them on, before going to his bed and sitting down again. He found his iPod and strung his earbuds down his shirt.
Soon, his phone buzzed, indicating he had a message. It was Pete, telling him Michael was there.
He stuck his head out of his room, listening intently for a few minutes. The house was largely quiet, he crept down the hall, listening down the stairs. He could hear the tv and drunken snoring.
Typical.
He crept down the stairs and out the front door.