Before we begin today's chapter, I want to say something. PLEASE DON'T BUG ME ABOUT UPDATING! I am working on several stories at once! I do this because sometimes I get stuck on certain stories, so I have to work on something else. If I didn't, it would take even longer to update. So, please stop bothering me about it, I'm doing the best I can!

Poor Token! Didn't even think that his girlfriend would be next!

Today's chapter is with Clyde again. Let's see if we learn anything new.

Chapter 10 – Clyde

Clyde gently leaned against Craig as they sat on Craig's bed, watching the TV. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Nichole had been kidnapped from her house. Much like Butters. An anxious worry came over him and he wondered if Token was watching right now. He promised himself he would try to be nicer to him tomorrow in school.

"Poor Token," Craig muttered, "He must be devastated. We're going to have to start working harder to find this guy."

"Yeah," Clyde agreed, "Has Stan or Kyle found out anything else?"

"Not yet," Craig replied, "Stan's been too upset about Wendy getting kidnapped to do anything. Kyle and I are going to talk to him tomorrow. Since Wendy was abducted after school, we plan to try and figure out what she was doing, and maybe that will give us a clue."

Clyde nodded in understanding. "That's a good idea. Mind if I tag a long when you investigate?" he wondered.

"Sure. Maybe with more people we'll find something we wouldn't have otherwise," Craig reasoned.

That wasn't really the reason Clyde wanted to come with, but he wasn't going to say so. He was torn on whether or not he wanted to genuinely help them, or try to sabotage them. On one hand, if he managed to hide the truth, then they would never find Tweek, and Craig would be with him forever. But, on the other hand, if he was the one finding all the vital clues, as he already knew who did it, maybe Craig would fall in love with him, and if they found Tweek, he would love Clyde more than Tweek.

Clyde was so lost in thought, he didn't even realize that Craig had asked him a question and was waiting for him to reply. Clyde blinked and looked at him, a blush of embarrassment creeping onto his face.

"Sorry, dude, I wasn't really paying attention," he apologized, "What did you say?"

Letting out a huff of annoyance, and rolling his eyes, Craig repeated: "Are you staying for dinner?"

"Oh. Yeah, I would like to," Clyde replied, "And is it all right if I stay the night? My dad has been rather testy lately."

"I guess so," Craig said.

Clyde noticed that Craig seemed to be rather emotionless these days. It was better than when he was depressed, but now his voice seemed to carry no emotion. Clyde couldn't tell if he was starting to do better or worse.

Trying to put him in a better mood, Clyde snuggled up to him, curling up against his side, and resting his head on his shoulder. Craig let out a gentle sigh and leaned slightly into him. Smiling to himself, Clyde put an arm around him.

"So, it seems like you guys were right about the hair color thing so far," Clyde pointed out after a minute of silence, "Both Wendy and Nichole have black hair. It makes me feel a little bit better thinking that maybe you won't be kidnapped."

Craig let out a small huff of laughter. "Thanks," he said, "But there's a small part of me that actually kind of wants to get kidnapped. If only just so I could know where Tweek is and how he's doing. Maybe I would be able to comfort him."

Clyde's body stiffened slightly and he sat up, looking at Craig. The other looked at him and gave him a confused look.

"What's wrong?" he wondered.

"Nothing," Clyde lied, "I was just thinking that I'd really like to kiss you right now." Craig let out a quiet sigh.

"All right," he whispered.

Grinning, Clyde leaned in, capturing Craig's lips with his own. Craig didn't kiss him back, but at the moment, Clyde didn't care. Right now he was too focused on how amazing Craig's lips felt and how soft they were. He kissed him deeply, and gently pushed Craig onto his back. Then he moved onto kissing Craig's neck, who shivered at his touch. Clyde carefully moved to lay on top of Craig, lowering his body onto him without removing his lips from his neck. He could feel Craig's heart beating in his chest, and it seemed to encourage Clyde to kiss Craig even deeper. He kissed along his neck, to his jawline, before kissing Craig's mouth again.

Breaking away, Clyde touched his forehead to Craig's and stared into his friend's eyes. He was breathing a bit heavily. "I love you, Craig," he breathed. He leaned down and kissed him again, lightly brushing his lips against Craig's.

After a while, Clyde pulled away and looked down at Craig. He looked somewhat distant, as if his mind were somewhere else. Clyde frowned slightly.

"Are you all right?" he wondered. Craig let out a deep sigh.

"Not really," he confessed, "I haven't really felt anything since Tweek disappeared. All I feel is an emptiness. I want to try to stay strong and hopeful for him, but I just can't feel anything."

With another sigh, Craig rolled over onto his side as Clyde stared sadly down at him. There had to be someway he could cheer him up. Seeing his friend so depressed made up Clyde's mind. He was going to do everything in his power to find the right clues to point them in the direction of the kidnapper. Then, hopefully that would cheer up Craig and make him fall in love with Clyde.

But at the moment, he wanted his friend to feel better now. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked. Craig shook his head.

"It's fine," he murmured, "I'm just tired right now. It's getting late."

"Yeah," Clyde agreed, "Would you like me to bring your dinner up for you?"

Craig looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Would you, please?" he said in a soft voice, "I feel too tired to move."

Smiling slightly, Clyde leaned down and lightly kissed his cheek. "Of course, I will," he replied. He got up from the bed and made his way downstairs.

Clyde woke to the sound of Craig's screaming. Clyde shot up and looked over at Craig who was crying out and clutching his head. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he was curled up, as if to keep some unknown threat away. He was also shaking uncontrollably. Clyde couldn't tell if his friend was still asleep or not.

Leaning over, Clyde desperately tried to shake Craig awake. "Wake up!" he hissed, "Please, Craig! Wake up!"

Craig was no longer shouting, but whimpering quietly. Tears were starting to form at the corners of his eyes, and in that moment, Clyde felt absolutely powerless. Craig started panting hard, and wrapped his arms around himself.

"No…" came his tiny voice, "Please don't do this…"

Tears were starting to come to Clyde's eyes. "Craig," he whispered, shaking him again, "Please wake up! You're scaring me, and I don't know what to do!"

"I don't want this…" Craig continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "Please let me go…" His voice suddenly rose into a strangled cry, and he jolted awake, panting, and eyes wide. He looked around the room, as if he suddenly realized where he was.

"Craig," Clyde said gently to him, "Are you ok?"

Shaking, Craig turned to Clyde, and his eyes widened. He suddenly leaned forward, pressing himself into Clyde, shivering. Clyde wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. He could hear Craig quietly crying.

"What happened?" Clyde asked, gently stroking Craig's hair.

"I… I had another dream," Craig whispered, "About Tweek. I felt like I was actually him, I don't know. I-It was horrible. H-He was… a-and there w-was…"

"Shh…" Clyde softly hushed him, "It's ok. You're ok. I'm here for you, everything will be fine. I'm not going anywhere."

Craig didn't reply, but didn't object to letting Clyde hold him. As Clyde gently held his friend, he gently rocked him back and forth, and he felt his heart breaking. Even when Tweek first disappeared, Clyde had never seen Craig so upset before. He leaned down and rested his cheek on top of Craig's head.

"Are you feeling any better?" Clyde asked after a while.

It was a moment before Craig spoke. "I… I think so," he replied in a quiet voice. He pulled away and wiped his eyes. "S-Sorry," he muttered, "I'm not used to showing so much emotion like that."

Clyde smiled sadly. "It's ok," he said, "I know. You know you don't have to be embarrassed in front of me. I'll love you no matter what."

There was another moment of silence before Craig sighed quietly. "Thank you, Clyde," he said, "For sticking with me through this and being so supportive of me. It must be a bit hard to be in love with me when I'm with Tweek."

A sense of panic washed over Clyde, but it was gone in an instant. He didn't want Craig to see how much that statement affected him. Instead, he smiled. "I don't care if you're dating Tweek," he lied, "I only care that you're happy. I'm going to try my hardest to help you find Tweek, all right?"

Craig looked at him and nodded. Clyde leaned forward and gently kissed him before pulling away. "I know it's a little out of place to ask," Clyde said, "But, would you like me to hold you until you fall asleep?"

"Yes, please," Craig murmured.

Smiling softly, Clyde gently took Craig into his arms, and they both laid down together, falling asleep almost instantly.

It was a little weird for Clyde to wake up with Craig in his arms, but he could easily get used to this. For a moment, Craig almost looked peaceful. Clyde smiled to himself, but then the memories of last night flooded back to him, and he frowned. He still had no idea what that was about. Did Craig really see Tweek in his dreams? Surly it was just his worry for Tweek that was giving him those nightmares?

Before he could really worry about it, Clyde felt Craig stirring in his arms. He pulled away from him and watched as Craig slowly blinked awake.

"Hey," Clyde greeted, "Sleep any better last night?"

"A little," Craig mumbled, "I still feel tired though. I guess that's not really surprising. I always feel tired these days."

Craig hadn't sat up at all. He just laid there, his eyes looking dull. Clyde reached out and gently started rubbing his arm. Craig let out a strange little sigh at his touch. Clyde leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Is it all right if I use your shower?" he asked.

"I don't care," Craig murmured. Clyde gave him another little kiss before sitting up.

He walked over to Craig's dresser and pulled out some clothes he kept there before heading to the shower. He was glad that Laura and Tricia Tucker didn't mind if Clyde used their shower. They didn't mind if Tweek used it, and they didn't mind if Clyde used it.

While he was in the shower, Clyde couldn't help but think of how great shower sex with Craig would be. Before he could stop himself, he was shamelessly masturbating to the thought of fucking his friend. In his mind, Tweek was watching, dejected.

Finally finishing, Clyde dried himself off, and slipped into his clothes. When he went back into Craig's room, he found his friend still laying in bed. Clyde sighed and went over to the bed and sat down. He decided not to disturb him and instead turned on the TV instead, making sure to turn the volume low.

It was still tuned to the news from last night, and right now there seemed to be a report about the school. Clyde's face lit up as the newscaster announced that school for all South Park children would be canceled for the next few weeks until the police could properly investigate. Apparently, some of the teachers would still have their classes open in case students didn't want to miss anything.

Grinning, Clyde slipped back into bed with Craig. No need to wake him up now, if they didn't have to worry about school. He knew Craig wanted to go out later with Stan and Kyle, but that could come later. For now, he wrapped his arms around Craig and pulled him close.

As he started kissing along Craig's neck, Clyde heard him take a sharp breath. "Clyde?" he whispered, "What's going on? What time is it, and how long have I been out?"

"It's almost the time school would start, but you don't have to worry about that," Clyde explained, "School's been canceled for a while."

"Oh," Craig didn't even ask why. He simply went silent again.

"Are you all right?" Clyde wondered, concerned.

"Not really," Craig muttered, "Last night's dream really rattled me. I feel so drained."

"Do you want me to text Stan and Kyle and tell them you won't be able to make it today?" Clyde asked.

"No, I need to do something, or I'll just linger on it," Craig rationalized, "I still feel tired, though." Clyde gave him a soft smile.

"Then get some more rest, bud," he urged, "I'll wake you if Stan or Kyle call or text or anything." Craig turned his eyes to him and gave him a weak smile.

"Thanks Clyde," he murmured. He turned back around and closed his eyes again. It wasn't long before Clyde heard his breathing soften in his sleep.

Clyde pressed closer to him and held him in his arms. He tried not to fall asleep; he didn't want to miss it if Stan or Kyle tried to contact them. But having Craig in his arms was just so nice, and comforting. He fell asleep without even realizing it.

When he woke, it was to a loud annoying buzzing. Groaning, Clyde sat up and looked around before realizing it was Craig's phone that was buzzing. Leaning over as carefully as he could so he wouldn't wake Craig, Clyde took his phone off the nightstand and opened the message. It was from Stan.

Stan: Let's meet up in front of the school in ten minutes. Is that all right with you guys?

Clyde quickly sent a message back for Craig before looking down at his sleeping friend. He seemed like he was finally getting some peaceful rest, and Clyde almost didn't want to wake him. But he had promised Craig that he would.

"Wake up," Clyde urged, gently shaking Craig, "Hey! Craig! Wake up!"

There was a small groan and Craig opened his eyes. "What?" he mumbled.

"Stan texted," Clyde explained, "He wants us to meet in front of the school in ten minutes." Craig groaned again.

"Tell him to fuck off," he muttered, hiding his head under his blanket.

Clyde chuckled softly and pulled the blanket back. "Sorry, I already texted him back saying we'll be there," he told him, "Besides, you need to get up. You said yourself you need to do something."

With a heavy sigh, Craig sat up, gently pushing Clyde away. "Get out of my room while I get dressed," he ordered.

"Aw, I don't get to see you naked?" Clyde laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Craig turned and glared at him.

"No," he growled, "Out."

Clyde chuckled but did as he was told. A few minutes later Craig walked out of his room fully dressed, with his hair brushed, and chullo on his head. He looked a lot better than when he woken up at least.

Looping his arm with his friend's, Clyde led Craig down the stairs and out of the house. Craig was silent the entire time they walked, just staring quietly down at the sidewalk. Clyde couldn't help but feel a bit worried about him.

He tried to think of something to say make Craig feel better, but before he could, he heard a loud, cruel chuckling and looked up. Scowling, he pulled Craig to a stop and glared at Jackson and his two goons.

"Well, well, look what we have here," Jackson sneered, "A sad little boy so lost without his spaz he has to rely on his loser friend to even walk."

Clyde glared at him, but Craig didn't react at all. He merely glanced up at Jackson then back down at the pavement. So, Clyde would have to do the reacting for him.

"Why don't you guys go crawl back under the shit hole you came from?" he growled.

Jackson laughed. "What's the matter, Tucker?" he chuckled, "Too broken to fight your own battles? You have to get your new boyfriend to do it for you? Rather quick to pick up a new one, don't you think?"

Those words seemed to resonate with Craig, and he suddenly sprang to life, tackling Jackson to the ground, and gripping the front of his shirt. He scowled down at the bully with pure anger and hatred as Jackson's goons backed away.

"How dare you!" Craig hissed, "I would never replace Tweek! I love him more than anyone else in my life! And if you have any value for your life, you will not talk about him again! I wouldn't even think about him again, if I were you!"

Jackson glared up at him, which rather surprised Clyde. Usually he backed down after one threat from Craig.

"Fuck you!" Jackson spat, "Don't try to pull that bullshit with me! I've seen you two making out at school! I think it would be rather hard to think of the spaz while his tongue is down your throat!"

Hissing with anger, Craig grabbed a fistful of Jackson's hair and slammed his head on the pavement. Clyde took a fearful step back, as did Jackson's two goons. He could tell they wanted to intervene, but they were too scared. Craig was punching Jackson in the face while Jackson was clawing at him. Clyde couldn't stand by anymore.

"Craig, you're going to kill him!" he exclaimed as he rushed forward and grabbed Craig's arm. Craig didn't seem to notice at all.

"Good!" he sneered. He went to punch Jackson again, but Clyde managed to haul him to his feet and off the bully.

As soon as Craig was off of him, the two goons rushed forward and helped Jackson to his feet. His face was puffed up from the punches, and he still looked angry.

"Yeah, thanks for the help, you idiots!" he sneered at the two, "Let's get out of here!" They roughly pushed past Craig and Clyde in their haste to escape. Craig glared after them.

"I don't want to see your ugly face again!" he yelled, "You'll stay away from me if you know what's good for you!"

Clyde stepped forward and gently wrapped his arms around him. "It's ok, Craig," he said softly, "They're gone now. You can calm down." He could feel Craig shaking with anger.

"I hate him so much," he breathed, panting, "I don't know why he feels the need to say things like that. He knows I can tear him apart."

Clyde gently rested his head on Craig's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Craig," he murmured, "I shouldn't act like I with you something when I'm hanging out with you. Especially at school. I know you're still dating Tweek, even if he's not here."

"It's all right," Craig muttered, "You're my best friend. You're allowed to tell me you love me. Jackson should just mind his own fucking business." Clyde gently pressed against him.

"Come on," he said, "Let's get to the school before Stan and Kyle wonder what happened to us."

I'm so sorry about how long this took, but I was seriously stuck with this one. I had no idea how to stretch it into three thousand words, and I'm really hoping that doesn't show. Hopefully next chapter will be better as the group investigates. It will be in Kyle's perspective, just so you know.