Cause when I hear you loud It's a hell of a sound
And when I hear you loud It's a hell of a sound
If you were here right now
I'd be telling you how
We'd turn it all around
He was asleep when the phone rang.
"Hello?" Clyde Donovan murmured, rubbing at his eyes. Even after he recognized who was speaking to him, he was still tempted to just hang up and go back to bed, until he actually heard what the person on the other end of the line was saying.
"Wait what?" Clyde demanded, suddenly wide awake. "Say that again."
"Yeah man," Stanley Marsh repeated, standing by his car (which had been limping on a flat for a good bit before finally forcing him to pull over just outside South Park) at the very edge of town, "I can't believe what I'm seeing either, but dude they're not here."
A lone car sat hastily pulled over by the South Park town line, a red car that could only belong to Craig Tucker.
"Well where the fuck could they be?" Clyde asked, a horrible knot forming in the pit of his stomach. He felt sick, he wanted to cry, he…he didn't know what he was going to do. Craig and Tweek were missing and it was all his fault. "You don't think something happened to them, do you?"
"No, I'm not worried about that yet," Stan said from the other end of the line. "You focus on your wedding man, I just wanted to let you know."
"Oh God," Clyde weeped, tears falling down his face. "Stan! This is all my fault!"
"Don't think that way man, you just wanted them here for your wedding," Stan's reassurances were obviously futile, as Clyde was struggling to breathe, but he tried to take them seriously.
"Thank...you...Stan," Clyde managed in between choked sobs and attempts at deep breaths.
"If you want to come help me out, I have everything I need to change a tire, and no tire," Stan said, with a sigh. "Kyle won't return my calls, so I'm a bit desperate. You could bring some lame ass police officer with you too to investigate Craig's car if it'll help you feel better?"
"I'll bring a tire," Clyde said, wiping his eyes. He didn't want to call the police just yet, he wanted to see Craig's car for himself first. That way he didn't have to lose hope yet. "I'll be there soon, Stan."
"Babe!" Bebe called from another room, as Clyde shuffled into the hallway. "Did I hear you say you're going out?"
"Yeah babe, going to see Stan," Clyde called, grabbing his coat on his way to the door. "Want me to grab lunch for you or something?"
"No, I already ate!" Bebe called back. "See you later, love you!"
"Love you!" Clyde replied, rushing out the door to his car.
Twenty minutes later, Clyde was helping Stan change his tire, unable to stop glancing over at Craig and Tweek's car. Stan wasn't paying any attention to it, and Clyde tried that at first, but he wondered if he stared hard enough, maybe they would pop up above the seats and be there, like nothing had ever happened.
"Kinda spooky, right?" Stan finally said, shuddering, and almost dropping the tire. "Who knows with those two, mostly, but this time I'm worried that it's something bad, you know?"
"Yeah, I get that," Clyde nodded, shaking just a bit.
"Well, it looks good to me!" Stan said, satisfied with their work. "I'm gonna head to Kyle's and rip him a new one for ignoring me. You good to go dude?"
"Yeah," Clyde said, still staring over at Craig's car. "You just let me know if there's anything I can do."
"Sure, but I think it should be the other way around. It's your wedding dude. Anyways, see ya later!" Stan said, driving off towards town.
Clyde sighed as Stan became a speck in the distance, and headed over to Craig's car. The top was down, so he could see their packed bags thrown in the back, a half smoked joint in the front console, and a sweatshirt that probably belonged to Tweek, from how much tugging had been done to it.
Before he could stop himself, Clyde Donovan climbed into the backseat of his best friends' car, and broke down into tears.
"Please come back," Clyde cried, unable to stop himself.
