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Chapter 7-
Crashland.
Clyde didn't emerge from his room the following morning and although I had called him for breakfast he hadn't moved a muscle.
I sat glumly on the living room couch playing the new Assassins Creed, and pulled my blue chullo onto my head. Judging by the sound of shuffling feet Tweek was sweeping his way in.
"You not go-going to class to-today Craig?" He asked me and bent to tie up his shoe laces, converses as per usual.
I looked over at Tweek and almost smiled at his messy visual; his V- neck sweater falling off him with the same crinkled jeans and unkempt hair, all by his anxious nature of course, and unlike me, because of laziness.
"Sure I am, just biding time." I pause the game stand up and yawn.
He nods .
"I'll dr-dr-drive you to class to-today" he smiles at me and pulls the cuffs of his sweater over his hands, which meant that Tweek felt uncomfortable.
"Sure thing Tweek, I don't feel like driving today anyway."
"And Cl-clyde might need your car."
I paused in the door way and looked over my shoulder at the blonde while doing my laces. He blushed and turned his head away from me, squirming a little.
"Y-y-y-you kno-w-w, y-you ta-ta-t-t-take ah!" He bit his lip harshly and crouched down to the ground while pulling his hair. A high whine echoed from the depth of his throat.
"Tweek?" I knelt down next to him and placed a hand onto his back. He flinched and steadied but remained in the same position.
"Tweeky dude, take deep breaths remember the practice runs we had, yeah?" I entwined my long fingers into his always surprisingly soft blonde hair. He nods, a sob and a choke coming out of his throat.
After a few minutes he begins to calm down and relax a little. His body shakes and he stands up, my hand falls from his hair and I look up at him.
"You okay Tweek?" I smile and stand next to him. He nods
"Yeah I'm o-okay..." He brushes down his clothes.
We made our way over to his car. He held the door open for me before getting into his own side of the car.
"Hey Tweek, you going to go to Kenny's Halloween party tonight?"
"I-I uh don't know if, if I should." He fidgeted in his seat.
"Oh come on Tweek! It will be fun, and you don't have to drink if you don't want to."
"Wh-atat could I dress as?"
"I'll think of something for you, I only have half a day of class today, so don't worry about picking me up okay? I'll get the bus home." I give Tweek a wink before getting out of the car, saving him the embarrassment of trying not to blush and squirm in front of me.
In truth I was cutting one of my classes out of my day so that I could get home earlier and possibly get a chance to talk to Clyde. The lesson was only to look at a specific type of digital film, how it was made, and how people go about it, and I've seen Final Fantasy Advent Children enough times in my life to miss out on any 'studying'.
Class seemed to drag today because I was waiting for time to end, I wanted to leave.
Bebe had come back to lessons as of late, though she no longer sat next to me; she'd made her own friends in the class and sat next to them. I didn't bother trying to speak to any of those girls because they no doubt hated me as well. Bebe seemed to have a way with words and managed to get people to listen and believe anything that she said, which is something that I worried about when it came to Clyde, not because he wasn't faithful to me, but because he was gullible and was also faithful to his girlfriend.
There was a shift of cloth beside me and the chair pulled out. I frowned at the sounds of someone sitting down next to me; this hadn't happened in awhile since Bebe had decided to move, and I was unsociable at the best of times, let alone to people I didn't know.
"Hey, you're Craig right?" The voice said; it was a male voice, soft and bubbly followed by a giggle. A smile erupted onto my face
"Butters what're you doing in here?"
"I saw you come in and Kenny asked me to check if you were coming tonight?" He giggled again and then put a hand over his mouth.
"I haven't done something this bad in a long time!" He beamed up at me and I felt myself smile, you could never not smile when you were sat next to the definition of innocence.
"Yeah I'm going, of course."
Butter's hair always looked soft.
The classroom around us had a quite chatter.
"I can't wait! I've never gotten drunk before!"
I click the 'save' icon on my word document of half information, and half bull crap, so that I fill the number count.
"You've never gotten drunk before? You realise this is Kenny McCormick's party, right?"
"Yeap!" He said "He's making his special batch of brownies just for me!" He grins at me, his big light green eyes shining.
"Okay, you need to take it easy Butter's, be careful tonight." I place my hand onto his shoulder making him look smaller in my grasp.
"I'm gonna go as a wearicorn! It's a Leprechaun that got bitten by a werewolf!" He claps his hands in excitement and for a moment I forget that we're nineteen and not sat in the lunch hall of South Park Elementary School.
"What about you?"
"Me and Clyde are going to go as Robin and Superboy, Token will be Aqualad, Kevin is Kid Flash. We needed some girls but, Wendy and Bebe changed their minds."
"Kyle and everyone is gonna be The Avengers!" He grinned at me and covered his face when the lecturer glanced in my direction.
"Well I better get going Craig, I'll see you later!" And with that he hopped up and left the room.
When class ended we all gathered our things to do the same. I took my time because I was going to make a trip to the library and get a book before going home, since I was skipping my last class.
Voices drifted past and even a couple of people said 'Hi' to me. A pair of feet stopped at the edge of my table and I swallowed, I didn't need to look up to know who it was, because the small blonde was the only person from my previous school that was in this class, that, and her strong perfume always gave her away.
She waited for a moment to see if I would acknowledge her, but before I could begrudgingly turn around, she spoke
"Wendy told me what she saw at the concert Craig."
I rolled my eyes and brushed my bangs out of my eyes and was thankful that I had the comfort of my hat.
"Did you ever think that she might have been lying?" I pulled my rucksack on and regarded her with a quirked eyebrow.
"I did, for a moment, but then I realised that Wendy would have no reason to lie to me like that." She jutted her hip out, her eyes squinted.
"What if her plan was to get to Clyde?"
"Would you cut out the bullcrap Craig, I've already spoken to Clyde and he told me everything."
I purse my lips and nod my head a little
"Okay, so what's your purpose?"
I felt myself getting annoyed at her presence, my temper boiled further when Wendy entered the empty classroom.
"Are you coming tonight?" The raven haired girl asks me. I blinked surprised at the sudden question.
"Yeah I am."
"Is Clyde going too?" Bebe asks, a slight amount of concern on her face before her and Wendy share a glance with each other.
"Yes he is." I frown at them both and decide to start walking.
"I have stuff to do gals." I shoulder through them both and leave to the library willing my annoyance away. Clyde and Bebe were bound to get over the whole kiss thing, that yeah, now I admit I probably shouldn't have done, but who could have predicted that Bebe would find out. I didn't want to turn into Jacob Black and be that person that can't leave the main character alone, despite him already being with someone else.
I sighed and ran my tongue a long my braces, maybe dating someone could give me a little sun light, an opening at least, but then it would be hard to do when the sun is Clyde.
Dumping my stuff into my bedroom I knocked onto Clyde's bedroom door.
It being winter now meant that it was dark by the time I got home at five thirty, which gave everyone the feeling to start pre-drinking, despite it being early in the evening.
"Clyde if you're in there open up!" Some muffled shuffling ensued and I waited impatiently for the door to open. When it did I was greeted with the sight of Clyde's mildly tanned body wrapped in a pair of boxers, which seemed to mould around the bulge between his legs.
"You okay?" I pouted at seeing the brunettes face. His big deer eyes seemed to shine with a watery sadness.
"Clyde, what's up man?" I put my arms around him in a hug, partially because my fingers were flexing at the need to feel his skin.
"I dunno dude. I think I might pass tonight." He leant his cheek against my chest and loosely put his muscled arms around me before giving me a tap on the buttock as he pulled away, a sheepish smile on his face.
I sit down onto the small single bed, the same size that we all owned, and watched Clyde pull his knees to his chest.
I pulled off my converses; the quite of the house fully letting my ears absorb the music from his stereo.
"You know why you're feeling depressed dude, it's because you've been listening to Evanescence for hours, and this was playing when I left man." I chuckled and quirked a brow at him.
He shrugged and forced his lips back into a pout, showing that he wasn't as sad as what he wanted to appear to be. He raised his arms and slowly spread his bare legs.
"Craig! Are you listening to me?"
A flush came to my cheeks and I rubbed my face with my hand, hoping the redness would be gone by the time I took it away.
"uh, y-yeah of course, um, what did you say?"
"I said hug me man!"
"Well it is cold..." In my mind that made it perfectly reasonable to slide my thin body in between the muscled thighs of my brunette friend, rest my cheek on his toned chest and simply breath in his scent, added with a sigh.
I laid my arms loosely around his waist and with a content grunt he lifted his above mine and wrapped them around me. The spot of my back where he rested his hands burned.
Seconds later he pulled my hat off, my head felt cold.
We laid there in silence together before I realised the time and that we still needed to drink, and get changed for Kenny's party.
"Clyde, you're still coming tonight right?" I mumbled into his chest, my voice deep with sleep.
"Maybe..."
"Dude you still have to come! It's not Young Justice without Superboy and Robin, besides, Bebe asked if you were coming tonight, so she's probably not mad."
"She asked you?" I felt him shift underneath me, our hips grinding softly against each other.
"Ye-ah" I coughed to cover up the jolt of pleasure that had sprung to my balls.
"Besides" I sat up and back onto my feet to look at him "Kyle and everyone are being The Avengers, minus Spiderman."
"Fucking Sony!" Clyde exclaims "We're never gonna get a full Avengers movie because of Sony."
"I know, but a Justice League makes up for it, sort of..."
"No way! Christian Bale isn't going to be Batman! My love needs to be in it"
I chuckled at Clyde and shook my head
"Besides they can't be a super group! We're so much nerdier, we have you!" He slapped a hand to his chest and I frowned a little at being in the 'nerdiest' group.
"I'm not the nerdiest" I frowned down at him and watched him stand.
"Sure you're" he pulls on a T-shirt and some sweat pants that curved around his podgy behind. I get up and follow him down stairs to our designated cupboards in the kitchen.
"Are you forgetting that Kevin is part of our group? I am no way nerdier than Kevin Stoley!"
"You're not far off. I guess we better get our drink on?" He grins at me and we begin drinking, him putting Vodka and coke together, and me having Malibu and , what I liked sweet things.
"So you're going full on Superboy, I thought you were going to cop out and do the jeans and T-shirt outfit."
Me and my shorter counterpart were stood in front of Clyde's cupboard mirror dressed as Robin and Superboy. The tight material of Clyde's Red Robin outfit clung to his muscled body, and although he was covered from head to toe, nothing was left to the imagination, and my alcohol mixed blood was finding it hard not to stare, everywhere.
Fortunately for me my outfit consisted of a full black leotard with a big red S on the chest and other red lines, meaning that I was pretty much silhouetted, and avoided uncomfortable crotch flaunting, not that Clyde cared about any of that anyway.
Stan also had the same issue of serious flaunting.
Getting in the taxi was a fun idea till we decided that we could get more drink and get more intoxicated on the way up to Kenny's hallway
Imagine the sight of us two on a rainy day.
Eventually we made it to the tiny blondes room, the hallway already full of other students covered in Halloween, the usual girls being something distasteful because 'Halloween excuses it'.
Stumbling into each other and inside we were greeted with the sounds of loud music and the ever present smell of dope that seeded its self into all of Kenny's fabrics.
"Woah Craig where's the rest of you?" Came from behind me and I turned to see Kenny smoking away, eyes glazed but wide, high as the clouds already.
I smiled at Tweek in the background, awkwardly talking to Kid-Flash, while dressed as Indiana Jones.
The blonde before me, Kenny, looked cute in his Iron Man uniform because he was short and slender; I guess it was the same as seeing me, who's tall and slim, dressed as a super hero.
The house was filled with noise, and echoed down the hall. People leaned and laughed and danced with each other, including me and Clyde, until I lost the brunette in the crowd.
Rain continued to pour down outside.
Kenny leans up against me, and I glance hazily over his round face and large doped up blue eyes.
If Kenny wasn't such a flirt and actually showed interest in me, I think I could actually date him, even if he only came up to just under my pectorals, or what I had of any pecs anyway.
"I heard a rumour." He sits down onto the couch behind us and pats the spot next to him for me, and as I sit, I am distinctly aware that another certain tall blonde with large blue eyes is watching me.
"What's that?" I ask and Kenny leans his shaggy blonde head onto my lap, looking up at me with his cat shaped mouth.
"Yep, through the grape vine."
"You always hear everything Kenny, you're like a weird informant." He chuckles a little too much and absently fondles my hip bone with his small hands.
"I think I can feel your dick against my head Craig..."
"You probably can" we stare at each other and both laugh.
"So, Kenny, how come you're never with anyone? Everyone likes you."
"You're not about to ask me out are you?" He quirks an eyebrow and glances to the left before looking back at me.
I flush at the thought of it and he laughs obnoxiously while pointing at me.
"You so were weren't you!" He sits up and leans back on his hands, his face now level with mine.
Everything seemed quite about us, I could only hear Kenny's voice.
An impulse shot through me, an electrical shock to whatever powered my hormones, making me lean forward and cup Kenny's face, pressing his soft lips to mine. Threading my fingers into his shaggy and coarse hair I deepen the kiss and twist our tongues together. Kenny kisses me back and I can feel the corners of his mouth tilting upwards in what I can only assume as a smile.
The world swoons and is silent.
His small hands rest on my chest, all is quiet and distant to me, apart from a certain voice calling out to me. I pull back.
The world crash lands and I come face to face with wide blue eyes and watery brown.
"Clyde?"
"I'm going home." He marches past me without a second thought as to if I was following. Quickly I spring up and apologise to Kenny, suddenly my blood drained of all toxins.
I march past people and follow a storming Clyde down the hallway and out into the rain.
"Clyde, wait, what's wrong?" My long legs easily catch up to him, the mask of his outfit long gone.
The streets were quite and let the rain sound heavy.
"Clyde, what the hell?"
He turns to me then and pulls me to him my shoulders and arms craddeling around his head in an automatic hug.
His arms slide around my back, his skin feeling warm even while soaked within the crying clouds.
With my cheek pressed against his wet hair I can hear the slight sound of sobbing coming from the area of my chest.
We stand like this for a moment before he pushes away from me and begins to angrily walk away, me splashing behind him.
"How much have you had to drink dude, you're being crazy!"
This continues until we reach our apartment, which he waits for me to fish out my keys and unlock the front door. I try to take my time and speak to him, but he remains silent, a deep frown on his brow.
He stomps upstairs and into his room, a lock following. I'm left in the quiet house, the silence seeming so loud to me, my breath and very own heart beat pounding loudly in the small room.
I sighed and decided to reside back to my bed; if he wasn't going to speak to me now then maybe he would later, after he'd had a chance to calm down, hopefully.
Awkwardly un- zipping my Superboy outfit I sat down solemnly onto my single bed. Sadness crept up in me and I laid back onto the mattress my fingers laced together a top my chest. Even though I had no idea what had upset him so badly, I couldn't help but feel that, whatever it was, it had upset me too.
I was woken from my day dreaming, or sleeping, I wasn't sure which, but time had passed, it was a lot darker, and I was suddenly aware of the chill that had enveloped my room, slipping under my blanket, I listened to Kyle and Stan sloppily make their way into the house, bumping and stumbling against each other with the occasional giggle. Eventually they made their way into Stan's bedroom, which was unfortunately next to Tweek.
"Fuck." I sat up and grabbed my phone, placing it to my ear I waited for a certain person to pick up
"Yeeasssss?" Came a slightly croaked voice, heavily induced with toxins.
"Kenny, is Tweek there? 'Cause Clyde left in a mood I didn't have enough time to get him"
Kenny chuckles down the line; he probably won't remember this phone call a couple of hours from now.
"Yeah he's here, sleeping in my bed like a little kitten. I'm stroking his hair riiiight noooow."
"Okay, as long as that's as far as the stroking goes..." All I receive as a reply is the sound of the stoned blonde's muffled voice laughing down the receiver before it hangs up.
"Well that was comforting..." I slowly put my mobile down onto my bedside desk.
A creak ensues in the hallway outside my bedroom door and on instinct I close my eyes and loll my head to the left, escaping any light to creep in from the hallway.
There was a pause before footsteps slipped into the room; I held my breath for an instant, wondering who could be my bedroom intruder and listened as the door closed behind the person. A sniff broke the quaking silence and I was greeted with the familiar scent of Clyde, as I can only imagine, and how intense it felt while he stood over me.
I swallowed and waited for him to do something, my body itching to move and respond to this awkward atmosphere.
Soon enough the brunette sighed and slid his hands underneath my back and gently moved me closer to the wall. He then slid in next to me and lay still for a moment, my body tense with anticipation.
"Craig, are you awake?" He whispered as though part of him wanted me to be awake, yet he preferred the silence.
During Clyde rolling me to the wall I was able to turn over and have my back to him, so now, even if I did open my eyes, he would be none the wiser.
"I guess not" he mumbles quietly, a touch of a smile on his lips. "I know things have been tense between us lately, and I know it's stupid of me to always do this while you're sleeping, but this time, heh, I actually wanted you to be awake." He shifts and I decide to keep my eyes closed.
"I won't blabber tonight about all the usual things that I struggle with, but I just wanted to tell you that Bebe broke up with me today, because of the kiss at the concert. She thought we had a 'thing' but that would never happen, would it? Anyway, I guess I was just upset and angry, and I guess the easiest thing for me to do was to blame you, so I'm sorry about that."
A frown comes to my forehead during the apology that Clyde was giving me, how often did he creep into my room at night?
I sighed when I heard him sniff behind me, the clogged up kind from someone who was crying. While rolling over I simultaneously wrapped my arms around him, I didn't say a word, but I hugged him to me and folded him into my slim chest, our bare skin pressed against each other. His naked legs laced in between mine; both in our underwear.
"What am I gonna do Craig? I've been with Bebe for the last nine years of my life!"
I continued to rub his muscled back and pretended that I couldn't feel the shape of his well endowed penis pressing against mine.
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