I wanted to reply to some of my favorite comments so far. I'm kinda awkward to talk to over the Internet so sorry in advance! Haha!
kai-kakashi : Yes, Craig and Clyde are pretty close friends. And I love how Kenny doesn't even realize his feelings for Craig yet! And I agree, Adam Gontier not being the lead singer anymore just doesn't feel the same. :( Thanks for your amazing comments! I wish I would have thought of replying to you sooner! Hope you continue on enjoying the story! :)
timeisTicking (Naomi) : Their character development is so hard for me! Haha! But thanks for reassuring me that the development is okay! I have so many different types of music that I like. From The Fray to Linkin Park to bands and artists not very well known! Thank you for the lovely comment! Hope you continue on enjoying the story! :)
Thank you to all the others who have reviewed as well! Short chapter ahead. Around 1,500 words.
Craig Tucker
Fuck. Why the hell did I say that to him? He made it pretty clear when he told Brofloski about people calling him a whore that it drove him insane. Damn it. Craig had never felt as guilty in his life until that moment. He sat at his computer chair, patiently waiting for the blonde to return. Maybe I should… apologize. Hazel eyes narrowed at the thought. It would freeze over in Hell if Craig Tucker actually said sorry and meant it. He always figured if he did something wrong to someone that they would forget about it or grow a set of balls and suck it up. It was rare to think about other peoples' feelings. Shit, he didn't even think of his own half the time.
McCormick walked into the room with a expression. He wore a simple white t-shirt with his black boxers. Craig watched as a silent battle raged on inside his head. Stubbornness versus conscience. His mouth opened, as if searching for the right words. He inhaled deeply thorough his nose before taking a wild stab in the dark. "Kenny?" He ignored Craig, making himself comfortable on the blow-up mattress. McCormick ignoring him only made Craig feel pissed off, but he contained the anger as he tried one last time. "Kenny…"
Either the tone of Craig's voice or that Craig was annoying him caused Kenny to finally turn and meet Craig's eyes. He stared blankly, causing Craig to divert his eyes elsewhere in the room. "Listen, what I said was uncalled for. I don't know you well enough to actually say that. And, uh, well…" Craig chewed on the inside of his cheek as his hand ruffled through his hair.
A chuckle from the other side of the room caused Craig to face the less wealthy boy, staring at him under his dark bangs. His pale blue eyes shone with amusement. "Is Craig Tucker trying to say sorry?" Kenny teased, a hand reaching up to grasp the left side of his chest, right above his heart. "I'm touched." His hand fell and he gave Craig a kind smile, "I accept your apology, Craig."
The corners of Craig's lips raised a bit, but soon feel back into the neutral expression he constantly wore. He stood from the leather chair, raising his hands high as he stretched. He walked over towards his drawers, shifting clothing around until he came across a pair of blue plaid pajama bottoms. He tugged off his chullo hat, tossing it onto his desk before shaking out his hair.
Craig couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with Kenny in the room as he changed. Modesty wasn't his thing. Ignoring the flips his stomach did, he tugged off his hoodie and slid his legs out one by one before changing into the pants. He slid a black t-shirt over his head, feeling more relaxed once he was fully dressed. Craig tried to stiffly a yawn as he walked towards his bed, but failed terribly as an awkward sound came from his throat.
He slipped under his blanket. Craig never really liked sheets; they made him feel weird when they tangled around his body at night. Craig reached over, flipping off the bedside lamp.
"That tattoo," Kenny's voice had a bit o a curious tone to it, "does it symbolize anything?" It was invisible in the darkness, but heat rose towards Craig's cheeks at the thought of McCormick watching him get changed. "Not really," Craig's voice cracked a bit. He cleared his throat before continuing, "I was born October 23rd, so my zodiac sign is a Scorpio. I guess I'm not creative enough to get a tattoo that actually means something to me."
For a moment, it was so silent that you could actually hear the sound of Dot sniffing around in her cage. Finally, Kenny spoke again, "Can you tell me something about yourself?" Craig cocked his jaw a bit to the right, "What do you want to know?" He could hear the soft smile in Kenny's voice, he didn't have to see it to know it was there. "Anything. What's your favorite childhood memory?"
Favorite childhood memory? Craig felt stumped. Honestly, his childhood was a bit dull but there was many wild moments. "This may sound strange, but when we all bought weapons in the forth grade. I only had my friends buy them with me because I was jealous you had them. But damn, seeing Cartman get in trouble for nudity was fucking amazing."
Kenny laughed at the memory, "Dude, I was so positive I would have gotten in trouble for throwing that ninja star in Butters' eye. That was such a shock when Eric was the one to get screwed over."
Craig grinned in the darkness, "What's your favorite childhood memory?" Craig hears a hum from below his bed as Kenny thinks about his answer. "That's tough. Well, probably being Mysterion when a bunch of us were superheroes."
Craig slid an arm behind his head, staring blankly at the roof as he thought of some of his favorite memories. "Man, we had a rough childhood."
"No doubt about that," Kenny replied. The sound of Kenny moving around on the mattress was heard before a soft 'goodnight' came from below. "Night," Craig responded, unable to fall asleep.
Yah know, McCormick isn't that bad of a guy. Craig just lay there, eyes drifting closed as the wind from the storm died down.
Who the fuck decided we had to go to school when there's almost a foot of snow on the ground? Craig thought tiredly as he fought to keep himself awake in Chemistry. His eyes started to drift but snapped open when his name was called upon. "Craig Tucker?" Mrs. Myers snapped angrily. "Huh?" Craig sat up, leaning his head against his hand. "I asked you what Graham's law is."
Craig's tongue skimmed across his teeth as he tried to think of an answer, "Uh, isn't it a gas law that relates the rate of diffusion or effusion of a gas to it's molar mass?" Mrs. Myers grimaced, "That's correct. I would still appreciate it if you wouldn't fall asleep in my class, though."
From the corner of his eyes, he could see Token chuckle. Craig rolled his eyes and groaned. Mrs. Myers was the absolute worst teacher in South Park High. She was like Satan's spawn. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" she hissed. Let's just get outta here. Craig raised his middle finger to the old hag, causing her to gasp and send him to the guidance councilor for his bad attitude. His face was expressionless as he grabbed his bag and made his way to the guidance office.
It was the same as always. He listened to Mr. Mackey ramble on and on about how he hadn't changed since elementary. If he heard that man say 'M'kay?' once more he may just snap and go insane.
During lunch, his group of friends sat away from their usual table. Clyde wouldn't stop smacking his lips as he chewed his food, making Craig flinch. It was one of his pet peeves when people ate like that. Although, no matter how much Token scolded Clyde the brunette never stopped eating that way.
"Did you hear about BeBe and I getting back together?" Clyde asked as soon as Craig had sat down after getting an apple from the kitchen. Craig shook his head, biting into the apple. Clyde nodded in what seemed to be a proud manner, "She wants me to come over tonight while her parents are out of town, if you catch my drift," Clyde wiggled his eyebrows.
Token shook his head, "Dude, you know things won't go well. Remember last time you guys were together?"
With BeBe always getting around with other guys and Clyde being a total dumbass like he is, the two as a couple is always disastrous. They're an on-and-off couple, almost as bad a Marsh and Wendy
Craig skimmed the lunch room, eyes landing on a boy with oddly tanned skin. Kenny laughed at something that was said by his fat ass friend. As much as Craig didn't want to admit, Kenny was quite attractive. He looked like some guy you would see at the beach. How could someone even be that tan while living in South Park?
"Earth to Craig!" Clyde's voice rung in his ear, making the stoic boy growl. "What the fuck, man?" Craig hissed, glaring at one of his best friends. Clyde had an eyebrow raised as he stared the boy over, "Were you staring at McCormick?" Craig's face started to heat up from embarrassment. "What? No." Clyde's grin widened, "Liar!"
Just then, the bell rang to dismiss the students to their next class. "No, I'm not. See you guys later," Craig forced the words out before sauntering off to his next class. "Try not to get caught daydreaming about him naked!" Clyde called, only to get the reply of a middle finger.
