Clyde's POV
I only cried for one hour that night, two hours less than I had cried the previous night. After I got off the phone with Craig I was furious, all the evidence pointed to him and he still had the nerve to tell me that he didn't do it. I took out the picture of him and I could feel the tears threatening to escape again, but they didn't come, I guess I was already drained from all the crying I did earlier. I had loved him, he had been my world but then Craig had to take him from me, and I hated him for that and I hoped he was getting ass rammed in jail at this very moment.
"Clyde time for dinner we are having your favourite!" I heard Mom call from the kitchen. I didn't feel like eating though even if we were having tacos.
"I'm not hungry!" I called back down.
"Clyde you haven't ate in three days you need to come and eat!" Mom called back. Mom was right, I did need to eat I could feel myself start to grow weaker but I was too depressed to eat, the protests of my stomach were ignored because I was too busy thinking about him. I remembered his funeral like it was yesterday, I had to be held back from diving into his grave with him, I felt like I was going insane, and I guess I was, I had holed myself up in my room without associating with anyone, I had at least fifty missed calls from Token but I didn't bother to call him back.
"Oh and you are going to school tomorrow," Mom called. I groaned, I was not ready to go back to school, not after this. Just then I heard my mobile ringing.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey man where have you been?" Token asked.
"I didn't really feel like talking," I muttered.
"You need to stop moping around and go out and have some fun," Token said. I wanted to punch him in the face right then.
"You try having the love of your life get killed," I said coolly.
"I know you're feeling down man but you need to just move on I'm sure he wouldn't want you just moping around,"
"You don't know what he would have wanted,"
"Just snap out of it man you're acting all zombie like, I don't even recognize you anymore," Token said.
"Then stop wasting your time dealing with me and just leave me alone," I choked out shakily hanging up the phone. I didn't mean to be cold towards Token it was just that he kept telling me to stop acting all depressed but it was too soon for that, I wasn't done wallowing in my own self pity yet, I still needed time. I groaned when I heard my mobile ringing again.
"I told you Token I'm not ready to-" I started to say.
"Gah, this isn't Token," The called said.
"Oh hey Tweek,"
"When are you arg going to eg come over again?" He asked, I could almost see him twitching as if he was here in front of me.
"I'm not," I said flatly.
"O-okay well I ughn got to go," He said.
"Okay bye," I said happily hanging up the phone, these days just talking to someone for more than five minutes was torture. I sighed and decided to give into my stomach's protests and go down for supper.
"I'm surprised they put that Tucker boy in the big house," I heard Dad say when I went down there.
"Well he did do a very serious crime," Mom replied.
"Well, he's only fifteen isn't this a little too much?"
"He murdered someone," Mom said. I smiled, I was glad that Mom was on my side, Dad thought they were being too hard on Craig sending him to the big house and all, Mom thought that Craig needed to learn his lesson by being sent to the big house and I just hoped he'd be seriously hurt in mind and spirit before they executed him.
"I'm glad you finally decided to eat something," Mom said smiling warmly at me. I forced a smile back, and I'm pretty sure Mom could tell it was fake. After I ate I went into my bed and fell into a restless sleep.
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"Hey man I'm glad you decided to come to school today," Token greeted me.
"Yeah," I muttered looking over at the desk where he used to sit.
"Hi," I heard a voice say behind me, I turned around and found myself looking into the blue eyes of Stan Marsh.
"Hi," I replied back.
"People been giving you hell about moving on too?" He asked.
"Yeah, they need to understand that I loved him and I just cant move on that fast," I said with tears threatening to escape.
"I know what you mean, he was my best friend and people keep telling me to get over it, even Wendy is," Stan said. Speak of the devil I thought to myself when Wendy came walking over here.
"Hi Stan," She said in her high pitched voice.
"Hi Wendy," He replied.
"I know you're sad about Kyle but you have to move on, I'm sure he wouldn't want you to just be moping around," She said. I sighed involuntarily, people kept telling me the same thing and I was sick of hearing it even if it wasn't directed towards me this time.
"Wendy how would you feel if Bebe died?" Stan then asked.
"Pretty devastated," Wendy answered.
"Would you be able to move on in less than a week?"
"I doubt it,"
"Then stop telling me to," Stan said walking off. I turned around and walked off glancing once more at his empty seat causing hot tears to spring up into my eyes.