True to what Clyde thought, Craig just sat there and stared all awkward like before chuckling just as awkwardly. "Heehee…yeah… that's cool but I'm not gay soooo…" One could just feel the uncomfortable air between them and Clyde jolted to his feet, still a bit steamed up over Craig lying but mostly he just wanted to cover up the fact that he never wanted to tell him such a thing.
"I knew it! I told you!" He nearly yelled the words, storming out the door while Craig, confused, followed right after him. "This was a mistake, it was ALL a mistake! Coming here and telling you that I am gay or that I actually like you!"
Craig was chasing right at the angry Clyde, trying to sooth him, yet all he really wanted to say was 'fuck it' and let Clyde be pissed. "Wait, Clyde, come on! You can't just spring something like that on me and not expect some awkwardness! I know I lied but, fuck, at least I tried!" Clyde was not listening though, just yelling over him that he was going to go home right then…
Except, he wasn't—
When Clyde hit the bottom of the stairs and looked out the front windows, the snow was blowing around so fast, so thick, that anything more a few inches outside the window was not visible.
"Shit…"
That was the last thing Clyde wanted to see. Craig, though, was very pleased; grabbing's the other males hand and spinning him around. "Finally! Now you have to listen to me besides just running from your stupid fucking fear!" Clyde's eyes flashed though, and he let loose some venom on the poor Craig. "Me? Me! I'm the one running from MY fears? You're the one who is a homophobic asshole!"
It was the cruelest Craig had ever seen the other male to be, and it was more than just a shock. It left him speechless… then again, with Clyde's next actions and words he couldn't talk anyways. With just a remark along the lines that he would show Craig that he wasn't scared, a pair of warm, soft, full lips connected to Craig's. Strong muscles, toned by the football seasons, wrapped around Craig's scrawny body, pulling him flush into one of the most passionate kiss he had ever received.
That wasn't the most shocking thing of all this though. Oh no. The most shocking was when Craig actually reacted. He didn't Clyde away, but rather fisted his hands into the other males shirt and yanked him closer the ever, lips crushing to his. When he realized what he was doing, Craig suddenly ripped away, Clyde's grip releasing easily from the abrupt movement. Clyde stood there as wide eyed as Craig was, just watching each other.
Clyde swallowed some as red shading snuck up neck and colored his face. "I…uh…" He didn't know what to say about such a bold action. Craig save them both from the awkward moment by breaking out into a uproarious laughter.
"Shit Clyde, looks like I was wrong. You do have some balls xD." He stood there smirking, body still humming from the kiss. That was certainly something he would not soon forget.
Clyde nodded and slowly relaxed to a smile. "Yeah…yeah! I can't go home so let's just turn this into a sleep over." He moved back closer to Craig, despite some awkwardness still hanging in the air. It intensified for Clyde too when Craig grabbed his hand and yanked him up the stairs. "I'll get you some sweats to sleep in." The raven haired male just dragged the football player up the stairs and into his room.
Outside the snow still fell, a mood of silence falling over the Tucker household. Trapped for the night, Craig and Clyde were also trapped with their thoughts. For Clyde it was the question of whether or not Craig now hated him for the kiss. For Craig it was the question of if he was gay or bi because he so loved the kiss. One thing was evident in each of their thoughts; their minds were on the kiss and the night was still so young.