A/N: I came across much many of these feelings of doubt about posting this fic. But I had this resolve resonate within me that really wants to immortalize the imaginations I'm having every time I feel bored or whatever. I know my writing would be trashy and corny but I guess if I didn't write this now, I would forget this in due time.

If some of you readers did feel good in this fic, I'd be soooo happy.

What I love in every Saturday mornings is that you don't get to do any school-related works for two days. I know I sound like a cliché teenager that hates school and everything that it stands for, but for me, a break from a week of hard work- yes, I do study- offers me a sense of respite. A calm, pleasant feeling that gradually heals my tired mind from all the stress it underwent from the week before.

I stretched a bit on my bed, releasing tensions of my body from my long sleep. I glanced sideways to my nightstand and see the digital clock displaying the time: 7:49AM. It's still early to start the day so I may just sleep again. I closed my eyes again, slipping the blanket all over me, stirring a bit to the side and try to let the nice and comforting sleep take over me once again.

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Okay, I can sleep no more then.

I got up on my bed, slipping out of the covers, looking at the clock displaying the time 7:56AM with its orange neon-like light. I sorted and arranged my bed before going downstairs to the living room, not minding that I'm still wearing the green pajamas I wore in my sleep- I'm in my own house anyway. I see my dad sitting on the couch watching on a sports channel highlighting people with golf sticks on their backs. He noticed my presence even though he didn't turned back to look at me.

"There are pancakes in the kitchen for breakfast. Don't drown them in maple syrup," Dad warmly says.

"Thanks." I muttered, making a beeline to the kitchen. He only gets to make breakfast and eat it whenever he wakes up way early for work. He manages the shoe store he himself founded in the mall at 9:30 in the morning, and due to his indefinite night work, he usually gets home around midnight. That's why he rarely wakes up early.

I'm thinking of waking up early too, just to make him breakfast and probably a packed lunch too, but I just can't wake myself earlier than 7 in the morning.

I see the plate on the table with 3 stacks of pancake, seems like dad's trying to fatten me up again. I drenched the pancakes with maple syrup, taking a note that the bottle is beyond half-empty hence, the don't drown them remark from earlier.

I picked up a fork from the utensils cabinet and brought the plate with me to the couch. I sit on the other side of the couch near to my dad and start picking at my food. It's cool that my dad doesn't mind when I eat on the couch. I tried to watch the program in front of me which features a golf match between teams but I can't stand how boring everything is. From the old and lazy announcers, to the slow-walking players, and the so-called action they seem to be doing, it's so ridiculous! Why is my dad even watching this?

"I didn't know you liked golf, dad."

"No. Baseball's in 8:15," he briefly replied earning a light chuckle from me. I remember how much of a sucker he is for baseball. It looks okay watching it but playing it sucked though. I was reminded of the baseball game we had in fourth grade and how much we hated it.

"But what's interesting is that most golf players I know is rich, as if it's a requisite for a player to have tons of money to play golf," he added in an enthused tone.

Oh, the stereotype. Like whenever you see rich people in movies, they always play golf. But what justifies the movie stereotypes is that it happens in real life.

"Hmph. I bet Token's family golf all the time," I joked. My dad laughed at my remark. The sight of my happy father brings a sincere smile in my face. With him being busy 24/7, he hardly ever gets a time for us to bond, or at least talk. He must get lonely at times, but whenever we get time to ourselves, I carry out any attempts to procure a smile from him.

He wholeheartedly throw his back off working for me, so this is the least I can do for him as his son.

Ding!

My phone sounded a single ring from the wooden TV stand. I don't usually put my phone there but being the slob I am, I'm kind of thankful I had put it where I can easily find it. I put the finished plate of pancakes to the coffee table beside the couch and extended my arm to grab the phone from the cabinet stand. It's a message from Token- speaking of the rich devil.

8:12AM

Token Black

Good morning, Clyde!

Don't forget we'll be making the outline of our group presentation in 1:00pm.

Darn it. Don't get to do any school-related works for two days my ass.

Although my dad won't be there to see me by that time and he would promptly approve of it, I still feel like telling him anyway

"Dad, we have a group homework to do at Token's." I said to him while he scrolls down at his work phone for messages.

"Okay then," he turns off the TV with the remote in his hand, standing up and getting his coat that is hung on the handle of the stairs.

"Looks like I'll be skipping my morning dose of baseball today. My secretary messed up the files I gave to her yesterday so I have to be early today." He says, crouching down in front of the cabinet drawer to get his car keys.

He also took his wallet out, fiddling with it for a while and took out a 50 dollar bill and handed it to me. I stared in confusion at the large bill in front of me, then he spoke to inform me its purpose.

"There's hardly anything on the fridge for you to cook, eat whatever you want and spend the rest in groceries. I'll be bringing something for dinner tonight." So he'll be home early. I took the bill from his hand. Not that I mind the awesome generosity of my dad, but I wish he can keep much money to himself instead of wasting it for my sake.

He steps out from the doorway then abruptly stopped his walk as if he forgot to do something. He turned back to me and gave a warming smile, "Take care, son. I love you." The bright rays of sunlight complemented his radiant feature.

I sent a smile in his direction, raising a hand to wave at him as he gently closes the door. The indoors immediately darkens as it originally was, leaving me alone, dispirited in this solitary home. My smile faded, my arm slumped on the couch I am sitting. Such painful silence sprung the house as I glumly gazed at the closed door.

I packed my things and went out of my house by 12:30. The sun doesn't look as lively as it is in the morning and large clumps of cloud loomed around it coloring the sky a dull and boring gray. The possibility of snowing is still low.

I walked in front of Craig's house and see past their window that his sister, Tricia, is yelling some things at someone, probably Craig. I might as well just wait for him to come out and walk together.

The door opened with a loud thud and came Craig practically flying from it accompanied with the loud banters of the family members which emanated from their doorstep. Craig is clad in jeans, plain black shirt, and his eternity-beloved chullo hat, covering the entirety of his hair. The weather's cold, he should wear a coat.

As if reading my mind, he says, "Yeah, Tricia lost all of my coats while doing laundry."

The Tucker Residence's door blaringly thudded once again as it closes.

"You didn't bring anything with you?" I asked, starting to walk again on the sidewalks but with Craig this time. The said boy nodded in agreement.

"Because my brain is enough to provide all the info needed in our work," he said in a monotonous, bored tone. He looks like he doesn't want to go either, but it's not like we have a choice or something.

"Shut up, Craig." I muttered, sending a smirk to him and he just continued staring straight at the sidewalks.

The Black residence is located at the better part of the neighborhood within the county. It surely will not take us to get there that long as anyone wouldn't take long to get anywhere in South Park. But the walk this time though feels long as Craig seems to put up this impenetrable barrier of silence around him. I remember him doing this sometime in the recent weeks and I couldn't help but to wonder why. I attempted to break the silence.

"My father gave me 50 bucks to waste. Want me to score us some drugs?"

"Fuck no," he firmly says, yet his gaze does not avert from its original angle. It's a bad attempt to liven up the unpleasant atmosphere but an effort nonetheless.

"Then want do you want?"

"Nothing."

"You sure?"

He quirked up his brows in affirmation.

"Something's up with you lately?"

"No."

The single-worded replies ticks me off, but I know better than to piss Craig over this. It's actually better that he still chooses on replying to me even though he clearly doesn't want to talk instead of deliberately ignoring me. I'm sure he'll tell me what's going on whenever he feels like it. I'll just be patient.

Craig sighs and turned to me, his face covered in slight concern. "Nothing's up. I just don't feel awesome today."

"Like you've ever been awesome before," I scoffed, patting his back and beaming at him. He cringed at the touch but still lifted a half smile on his face.

I'll be patient for now.

Token assigned me to do our slides. You'd think it'd be easy- heck, I thought it'd be so easy- but Tweek's been giving me a hard time. Our presentation is about the lifestyle of Englishmen in the 17th century and how their culture has managed to remain in the span of centuries. With Tweek and his excessive fear of breaking down in front of the class, he constantly orders me to change his part of the slides to simplify more terms he's going to elaborate by then.

It's funny that Tweek kind of hated the subject because its primary focus of beverage is tea rather than his beloved coffee.

The blond goes to my side of the table once more.

"Clyde, I-uh..could you please… ngh!"

"It's okay, Tweek, I don't mind." Because to help him, is to help ourselves have good grades.

He asked me to change the word 'precipitate' to 'trigger'.

I typed and typed, casually designing the slides. And look at the time! It's already 7 in the evening. It's actually the first time in my life to do something so boring I haven't noticed the time flying by.

Not to mention my unnoticeable grumbling stomach. I've only eaten nothing besides the pancakes in the morning.

"Top of the evening to ya'll, laddies!" Token jokingly exclaimed.

"Brits aren't scots, Token," Craig commented in a dull tone.

I laughed, "We really hate this subject, don't we?" Their groaning conformed to my indignation.

I associated Token's house with partying and having fun but screw me the rest of the day just passed by and I felt nothing more than boredom. No witty jokes from Token, no grunts and groans from Craig, and no calming the hell out of Tweek; this day- much to my dismay- is so uneventful I feel like I've slept the entire day.

I typed the last sentence in the paper Token gave me. As I've finished, I noticed that I'm now the only one sitting at the table and they've already positioned themselves on Token's huge bed. Token beamed at me.

Ah, finally.

"I'm gonna get us some lunch." Token went out of the room.

Tweek grabbed four of Token's controllers on a whim. We all know what that means!

With much excitement, I stood up fast, my seat scratching the fine wooden surface of the floor and immediately set out to the maroon-furnished wooden cabinet stand to turn the TV on and set up the gaming console. I opened this large cardboard box- out of place for an opulent household- full of gaming discs. Feeling so psyched, I can't control my giddy childish side to stop shaking so much from elation- it's like Tweek with his anxiety. It's okay though, it's my way of compensating for the boredom I've endured the whole day.

"We can mess around in GTA, kill each other in COD, or watch Craig get killed again and again in RDR."

"Fuck you, Clyde," Craig retorted with a small grin, earning a laugh from Tweek and I.

"I have something though," Tweek said, his face blushing in embarrassment. He scuffled through his bag and let out a console game in its blue casing.

"The heck is Rayman Legends?" I asked confusingly. From the looks of the character plastered in blue casing of the disc, it looks like a kids' game. The blond's blush turned into a flustered one he looked white as a sheet.

"I-it's a multiplayer game!" he exclaimed, hanging his head down in shame. "It's stupid," he gestured to return the case to his bag but Craig grab his hands.

"You wouldn't suggest it if it's bad, right?" Craig gave Tweek a warm and reassuring smile, a look reserved for Tweek and Tweek only. Tweek's face lit up once more and the scene of my friends being a sweet, sappy and happy couple also bring a smile within me. The blond handed me the case.

I put the disc on the console and wait until it eats it and loads the program. I was lying if I'd say I'm not jealous to the thing that they have. Yes, my friends make me happy all the time, my father tries his best for me to feel loved in our dented family, but I still feel something missing that can only be filled by a certain company. But you know what? I had a girlfriend twice and they still haven't managed to fill that empty feeling.

So what is this hollow sensation that I keep experiencing? Will I ever met that certain someone that can erase them?

"Clyde?" Craig uttered from the bed, taking me out of my reverie. "The games on, dude." The main menu screen has popped up and I'm still in front of the TV meandering on my own sad thoughts. I turned at him and saw his face painted with concern.

And as I always do to make everyone relieved of preventing me crying,

I smiled the pain away.

I was positioning myself in Token's vast bed, getting a controller from Tweek when the said owner came back to the room.

"Chinese's in 10 minutes!"

I was expecting pizza, but too much repetition can make the food go bland in our tastes. "Thanks, Token, you're the best!" I said with faux excitement.

"You don't have to be such a suck-up." Token's gaze then went to his TV, "I don't have a game like that, what's that?" He asked nonchalantly not taking a note that we just flipped his gadgets over. But with the years we've been spending at Token's, I'll be surprised if he did mind it.

"Rayman Legends," Craig replied. "Graphics look goofy and childish but it's good." Tweek handed Token his custom-made personal controller, an elegant purple one with a yellow capital 'T' at one of the handles.

"Up to 4 players? That's rare." Token commented.

After connecting mine and Token's controller to the console, I asked how it is played.

"Just press R2, go ballistic, and break stuff," Craig says.

Tweek really can't help it and corrects him, "It's a puzzle/platform based game, so we would help each other out so we'd reach the goal."

So we did just that. I didn't know that you can actually die there but you'd be revived by other players. For what seemed a child's game actually possesses a hard gameplay. Token suggested Craig to be the reviver since he dies too much that he should just stay back behind. But Craig still dies and dies, over and over again.

"Augh, Craig for the love of God please stop dying!" Token says snidely and the three of us broke off laughing at Craig.

"Fuck off," his face in a miffed expression but mixed with slight blush of embarassment. We still can't stop cackling that we have to stop playing for a while. Pissed off Craig looks so cute.

I moved my character to let others resume the game too, shrugging the gay thoughts away (eugh).

A slightly loud buzz sounded from the corner of the room. Token got up and left his controller at his nightstand- which looks too big for a nightstand- and left the room. Chinese is here, and my stomach once again grumbles loudly at the thought of food.

We three resumed the game without Token, and Craig's death multiplies and I stifled a laugh and smiled instead at how Craig sucked in gaming.

"Stop with the smug grin, Clyde."

"Stop dying then."

"I hate you so much."

At some point in the level, I got tired of reviving Craig so I just let him be a floating bubble following Tweek and I. Tweek seems to follow my idea too.

"Aren't you gonna revive your baby lovey-love-love, Tweek?"

"Huh?" Tweek asked seemingly puzzled to my remark. I see him tilting his head at me at the corner of my eyes.

"Craig and I aren't a thing anymore," Tweek casually says. The fuck?!

I paused the game and looked at the both of them.

"Really? Since when?" I haven't realized the loud volume of my tone until Tweek's hands and head started shaking violently.

"Y-you uh.. ngh! did n- GAH!" Tweek tried to inform me between tics. Craig put a hand at his nape and rubbed down at his back. He decides to continue Tweek's sentence.

"You didn't know? It was like four years ago," he says in a calm manner.

"Five," the seemingly now-relaxed blond corrected. How come I never knew anything about this?

The door of the room opened and gave way to a guy holding large plastics at both hands with lots of cardboard bowls in it.

"Token, did you know? Craig and Tweek had broken up!" He must share the same sentiments as mine… but he didn't even made a peep!

"Oh yeah," he looks up as if having some dots connect at his mind.

I turned to look back at the now (actually) ex-couples. "How come you've never told me about this?" I asked, feeling betrayed. Shouldn't best friends always tell stuff each other about these matters?

Instead of Craig or Tweek answering, Token did. "They didn't tell me either, Clyde. They stopped being lovey-dovey in public before 7th grade so I know that they assumed it's okay to stop faking their relationship then."

"Wow," is the word that I can only say at that time.

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"The fuck!" I slapped both of my hands to my forehead, groaning loudly in frustration. I know I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed but fuck I'm so fucking dense!

I felt a hand in my back, rubbing me gently. Fuck, now I'm Tweek but the one with the uncontrollable crying.

"It's okay. I wouldn't have confirmed my thoughts if it weren't for today," Token reassures me. I know he means well but he doesn't have to lie just to comfort me.

My temper tantrum signifies as the end of the good mood we're having. Fuck me.

We stopped playing and ate the Chinese food Token bought for us instead. It's delicious but the cravings of food wasn't there anymore.

Look at the time, it's nearing 10pm. Dad said something about buying groceries and stuff. My dad would be so disappointed in me.

Look at me, effortlessly upsetting people once again. Thank God for gracing with me with such a talent.

"Thanks for everything, Token. I think I have to go home now," I said.

"You should bring these two rascals with you too," he suggested.

Before that, I tried helping Token clean off our mess on his floor, his table and everywhere but he outright refuses. I loved Token for being such a kind person but letting himself clean our mess just brings guilt within me and I hate it.

He opened the (huge) door of his house and the outside welcomed us with a loud crashing noise of the rain. We can't see the rain droplets but we can feel it. Not to mention the winds are strong too, making the trees dance along the loud music of the rain droppings.

"I don't have an umbrella," I stated.

"Me too." Craig added.

"Boy-scouted!" Tweek happily exclaims as he released an olive green foldable umbrella from his bag. It looks like it can only cover Tweek himself.

"Could you drive us, Token?" I requested. Though I hate to ask and ask things from Token just because he always provides us with almost anything, this is the time that I just have to.

"My car's out of juice just this morning." Token sadly informs. Both Craig and I groaned.

"Well, we'll just run through it I guess." Craig proposed, looking at me to know if I'd refuse. I wouldn't want to make my dad wait for me for our dinner though, so I nodded at him.

"I'm sorry," Tweek says. I smiled at him to dispel his worries.

"Take care, guys. It rarely rains in South Park!" Token warns. What does that supposed to mean? He pushed a button on the wall beside him and the (of course everything's big when you're rich) elegant black gate slowly opened.

The gate let out a loud thump as it fully opened and even without consulting with each other, that was our cue to run at full speed.

We blasted out of the Black residence practically flying, tackling every rain drops we come into contact and fighting the waves of strong and cold winds against us. The street lights may have barely gave us some knowledge of our whereabouts- it's night and incredibly foggy- but we had long since memorized the map of South Park since birth. We kept running, and running until he almost slipped on the curb of the sidewalk. Instead of getting worried, I let a loud laugh and he followed suit.

I felt my coat and shirt getting heavy from all the water it had accumulated and it reminded me of how I used to play in the rain when I was younger. I decided to let out my childish desires once more. I skipped in my path as I ran, screaming and laughing my guts out to release the shivers of the cold in my body. I felt my hair sticking to my forehead as collected waters from it trickles down to my body, with this recollected sense of euphoria, I felt like becoming one with the rain again.

Though I couldn't see Craig from the darkness of streets, I can feel him smiling. He lets out a loud laugh as he keeps himself near me, hearing his steps too may have implied him skipping along with me in the rain. The tone of his laugh was so unlike of him, this is Craig experiencing such an unadulterated happiness- a side of him that I rarely sees.

I found myself stopping on my tracks, halting my steps near the orange ray of light from a streetlight and he did so too, and yet our laughs still not ceasing. Without knowing why, we held hands and merrily danced and sung in the rain. As if our minds were connected, we both sung the same song that first came to us.

Here I am, horribly wet from the rain

I glanced at our tall, slanted shadows beside us and see two boys dancing, holding hands and spinning to keep each other's stance. The view was that of a vintage music box with two tiny dolls spinning to no end. I imagined and feel myself and Craig being those dolls

It was magical.

I looked back at his face slightly darkened by the night. He grins to his ears between laughs and some of his hair stuck out of his chullo revealing its nightlike grace, augmenting the face of what I just regarded as my best friend.

He looked so beautiful.

With no shelter, no one to seek help from

The lyrics were ironic, because both Craig and I know we are one another's shelter. I gripped tightly the hands of my very own shelter and pulled him close to myself, tending him with such adoring embrace to let him know he can seek help from me and let myself be his shelter anytime he wanted.

We laughed our hearts out as we did, not minding that we looked like drunks who're partying in the streets.

We were completely drunk in happiness.

I felt our bodies shake from the cold and yet we gave each other so much warmth from this embrace. I felt the an undying warmth from his hands, from his arms, from his chest, from his head! I was so happy I felt hot streaks of tears stream down from my eyes, joining the cold waters on my cheeks. I felt his cling to me tighten once more.

We became one in the rain.

The laughing had ceased and we stayed there for moments, not getting tired of each other's company. Smile covering my face, and no one could ever take this away. My heartbeat paced up and completely blurred my mind and judgment. I see three words on the back of my head and my heart says to read it aloud.

I love you.

Thankfully my mind got the better of my body before I spoke those sinful words. I jostled lightly away from him, breaking our moment of…what? Romance?

Romance…

I felt my cheeks flare up and warmth radiated from all parts of my face, combatting the cold waters on it.

Craig seems to revert back from his old self as he looked down at the ground looking embarrassed to what has transpired back then.

"We should go back," he shyly suggested.

I hummed in agreement.

We resumed the path back to our homes, but this time we just walked as our entire clothing were wet anyways. We were accompanied with an uncomfortable silence, feeling as we just crossed the line we once painted when we started to be friends.

I know Craig will simply brush this thing off. He's the manliest man in our age I know. The breakup with Tweek just proved that. I'll just hop along that ride too. Whatever happened earlier is just two guys being weird. No strings attached. No weird feelings. No homo.

Nothing happened under the orange light of that certain streetlight.

Our homes are now to be seen as we turned to right to this street. It's convenient that our house were beside each other, whenever we want to do something with each other, it'll only takes us seconds to get to one another.

Do something with each other…

Oh fuck me.

Fuck me…

Holy shit, something's really wrong with me. A goodnight sleep can fix this, I hope.

I turned at Craig and waved at him as we were now in the front of his house, "Good night, Craig." I was supposed to say good bye, what the hell!

He gave me a smile that resembled that of what he just had under that orange light. "Good night to you too, Clyde."

I felt my cheeks blushing again for like the umpteenth time and just let it slide- like Craig's gonna see anyways.

I replied his smile with another one too, he then went inside his house.

For what seemed an uneventful day just turned into such an unforgettable one. Look how the turn tables.

"Clyde! Why are you drenched from head to toe? Why didn't you bring an umbrella with you?" Dad scolded me yet his voice was just full of worry.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't know it's gonna rain today." Well.. I mean tonight- It's been a long day.

"Get changed right this instant. We can't afford you getting sick." Because me getting sick makes my Dad stressed and worried so much that he always wanted to call an ambulance for me.

I removed my clothes and just stripped off to my boxers- I'm on my own house anyways- and squeezed the my clothes on the rug knowing it can absorb much water- yeah I am one hell of a slob.

I went up to my room and stripped out of my own boxers (I'm alone in my room, okay?) and with the wet clothes on my arms, I just threw them on the hamper, mixing with the wet with dry ones- I'm gonna launder tomorrow anyways.

I showered with warm water because they say so. Dunno why I even have to shower after I got wet in the rain. But being in the nice warm water really felt good than that of the cold rain from earlier. Then I remembered the events under that streetlight again.

Our shadow figures.

His tender embrace.

His smiling face.

And just like that, a part of my body just went rock hard.

My father greeted me with a smile on the kitchen table. He'd just waited for like five minutes and I made sure not to get that long in the shower because of that…

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Oh God, stop making me remember!

I did not do that though. It's hella gay. But I don't know why the thought allures me into arousal. I think I'm hella gay now. No! NO!

Okay, I'll just stop. I will sit in this chair, have a decent (too late for a) dinner with my Dad, eating this...

"Wow, a rotisserie chicken!" I gaped in awe at the tender, savory-looking chicken plated on the table. My hunger went back again, waiting to be satisfied once again.

I took a bite out of the thigh part of the chicken and it was so soft and tender. The sudden influx of tasty juices in my mouth made me moan loudly, earning a befuddled look from my dad. He laughed at me and that made me feel embarrassed, but I also laughed at how ridiculous can a cooked chicken make me go wild.

Everything was going well. I asked about his work, he said he was fine, saying things like Laura's (Craig's mom) secretary skills are of exemplary work but becomes inconsistent whenever she feels tired. I suggested that he hires an assistant for her but Laura actually refused the idea.

"Craig's mom would be delighted to spend more time with his son." I said.

"Okay, I'll play the family card on her tomorrow." It's ridiculous how Dad gets no day off at his job. He should do something about it.

The conversation was really going well.

"Well how's your day, son? Anything good happened?"

Until that.

Heavens do know how to piss me off.

My dad noticed redness creeping up on my cheeks. He smiled at me to soothe the tension within me.

"Well. We did the homework at Token's."

He hummed to order continuation.

"We played something fun in his console."

He hummed again.

"We ate Chinese."

He hummed again. This man knows I have something hiding.

"Craig and I ran into the rain to get home."

And that's it. He tilted his head, closed his eyes for a second, then knowingly smiles at me.

ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod

I felt my shoulders tense up, shuddering in horror. My eyes widened and feel itchy and watery. Everything now feels so hot, I can't breathe. Oh my God, I can't breathe. I can't breathe!

I suddenly felt hands gripping mine, a coarse thumb brushing over my smooth skin. I looked up and see my dad giving the best smile he could ever give to his loved one- and that's me.

"I will always love you, son," he says with such compassion I felt my heart breaking into pieces. I slumped my head against his hands and I started breaking down. Sobbing, sniveling like a child. This boy he raised perfectly was so imperfect yet he still chooses to love him like the perfect father he is.

I really don't fucking deserve my dad.

A hand found itself caressing the hair above my head. It soothed me so much, I almost immediately stopped crying. I didn't know that would stop it, only he would know that.

I looked up to him and say the words you won't usually hear from a 17 year old boy.

"I love you so much, dad."

A/N: Things about Clyde not included in this fic:

- His sister. Clyde actually has an unnamed sister mentioned by her mom in S16E1 just before she dies. 7 seasons has passed and she still hasn't showed up at least once, so I guess she just existed in text for a single episode.

- His Colostomy issue. This was brought up in S10E9 but retconned in S20E4 as there's no stoma present on his tummy when he publicly exposed his little willy to people.