Clyde x Tweek x Craig
Track: Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls
(Note: I'm still adding the finer points to my Dip story. I'm not a huge fan of that pairing so I've had to do some reading up, but it will appear soon enough...While you wait, please have this little nugget I dicovered lying around ;)

I'm twitchy, I'm blonde, I'm way too caffienated. And today I did something horrible, wonderful, and amazing.

The first thing I ever noticed about Clyde was his braces. They were really cute, and I wondered if they'd get caught on someone's lips, were they to kiss him. Then I blushed and grinned like a jittery fool.

The first thing I ever noticed about Craig was how small he was. He was smaller than me, and very, very skinny. I'm a little pudgy 'round the middle nowadays, nowhere near as pudgy as Cartman, but what you might call chubby. He was little and his hair was messy and he looked sleepy and pissed off.

The first time I really talked to Clyde was not the first time I made a connection with him. I watched Clyde a lot. He was interesting to me. He was normal. A guy like me likes normal people. Hanging out with them makes me feel normal. But Clyde was different from other boys. Other boys teased me because of my twitching and such. Clyde told me it was cute. The first time I connected with Clyde was at a concert we used to go to. Second Friday of every month, without fail. It was his first time, my twenty-first. I was freaking out. There was a boy there who made me nervous. I sat in the corner, and Clyde came to sit beside me. Kenny was slutting-out beside us and not really paying me any attention. I held onto Clyde's arm and he didn't leave my side all night. We didn't speak.
Ever since then, I have had a huge crush on Clyde Donovan.

It was in the middle of the huge mess that is my life that Craig and I first kissed. I walked him halfway home in the wind. I almost blew over, but Craig was stronger than he looked. He pulled the stringy-things on his hood so he looked like Kenny used to, and I got brave and said "How am I supposed to kiss you oodnight if you cover your mouth?". Craig had pulled off his hood eagerly and puckered up.

We were in the same corner when Clyde and I first kissed, about three years ago. Let's see, we were playing dares. Me, Clyde, Kenny, Kyle, Bebe and Wendy. Stan was sick. Cartman never came. I had to kiss Bebe. It was aweful. She tasted fake. I had to kiss Kenny a lot. Kenny and I have a strange relationship. Really strange. But that's not the deal right now. The deal is that I got dared to kiss Clyde just before the lights came up.

Craig really changed. It's been a year and almost five months since we got together. He's way bigger than me now. Bigger and stronger. When we fight, I always lose. Because he's bigger than me.

The thing I really like about Clyde is that he doesn't seem to be able to take care of his teeth. Literally as soon as he got his braces off he chipped his tooth. It's a cute chip. I tell him so all the time. Everything about Clyde's mouth is cute or pretty or whatever you want to call it.

I used to think Craig and I would be together forever. It didn't matter that I'm an over-achiever and he never does any schoolwork. I could take care of us, of our family. It shouldn't matter that his dad's a drug dealer, or that his mother had him when she was sixteen. It shouldn't matter that all Craig does is go out with his strange friends and set fire to things.
It does now. Now I have someone to compare him to.

Clyde isn't all that smart, but he tries. He has to. He wants to join the army, and you have to be the smallest bit academic for such things. I told him I didn't know what I should do, and he said I could be a writer. It's embarrassing that he knows I'm a good writer. But the only reason I can write about these horrible things so well is because I have been through them myself.

After thirteen months, Craig started to go weird. And I started to go weird too. All Craig wants to do is go out with his new friend Thomas. And all I want to do is come home and write. And write and write and write. And then, when it's late, Clyde calls. And we talk for hours. Craig and I never see eachother anymore. Apart from when Craig comes over for sex.

I used to love it. We're fifteen, which isn't the proper age. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But now it's different. During, I'm fine. But after, I feel disgusting. Maybe I don't love him. Because I wouldn't cry afterwards unless I loved him, would I?

The only reason I cried today was because I don't want to see Craig's face when I tell him I'm leaving.

Clyde met me outside the club we used to go to. We came to my house. We laughed and read comics and then we got into bed and watched a movie. A scary movie. I fell asleep. When I woke up Clyde was so close.

And I was sick of waiting any more.

When I kiss Craig, it's normal. He makes me smile. Or he used too.

When I kissed Clyde...it wasn't bad. But I know it wasn't good either.