I folded my clothes in silence, putting them in the closet as I glanced now and then at the dark-haired boy sitting across me, clicking rapidly at his mouse. The fact that Craig Tucker was my roommate is still sinking down on me. Well, it's not really that surprising. Like, majority of people I know from our school went to this college. But still, the coincidence is kinda weird.
After a while, I finally finished arranging my things. Well, that took a lot faster than I expected. Not like I have that many stuff anyway. I tried sitting on the bed, gliding my hand on the mattress and feeling its smoothness. I can't help but to grin excitedly as I laid down on the fairly-sized bed, relishing in its softness. It's so comfy unlike my bed at home.
I glanced once again in Craig's direction, kind of wanting to talk to him since it's been quite a while since we last saw each other. We're not really that close actually but he's still kind of my friend. I think? I mean, there were times when we hanged out but now that I think about it, we never really talked. Just once or twice. Wait. Wait. Craig and I actually never had a decent conversation at all.
My train of thoughts were interrupted by a deep sigh and I see Craig bending his neck, cracking his knuckles. He stretched his arms in front of him and I noticed the laptop was turned off. He stood up from his chair and walked groggily over to his bed. He momentarily glanced at me and I noticed dark circles under his eyes. Bastard must have been playing WoW all night. Well, I can totally understand. He reached out his hand and tore his hat from his head, revealing his jet-black hair. As soon as his knees touched the side of the bed, his body fell down, face hitting the pillow. I forced myself not to laugh at the childish action.
It was quiet for a while as I just watched the steady rise and fall of his back, guessing that the guy was probably asleep. Nevertheless, I still tried to strike up a conversation.
"Are you only sleeping now?" I asked amusingly.
Not really expecting an answer, I actually received one in the form of a muffled, "Yes," minus the finger, surprisingly. I chuckled in response.
Once again, there was silence.
…
"Hey, Craig?" I called, my voice unsure.
No response.
"Hey, Craig?" I called once again, this time a little louder with the slightest intention of irritating him.
"Fuck, McCormick, I'm trying to sleep here."
"Sorry, sorry." I laughed inwardly at his annoyed voice.
Being the nice guy I am, I decided to just leave my roommate the hell alone and let him get his sleep. I pushed myself up the bed, intending to go pick up my redhead friend when a low voice startled me.
"What is it?"
I turned around, seeing Craig's face turned to mine, frowning. I grinned and sat back down on my bed.
"Since when did you move here?"
"Summer." He answered after a few seconds.
"Wow, that's early." I mused and glanced at him. He was staring at me blankly and I figured that he doesn't really have any reply to that. For the hell of it, I rack my brain for more things to ask.
"So, uh…How about Clyde and Token? Oh and Tweek too! Where are they all now?"
"Clyde and Tweek's here. Token is in a fancy music school or something."
"Nice. What course you're taking?"
"Veterinary Medicine."
Wow, Craig is actually answering me properly (although his replies are awfully short and straight to the point) without raising his middle finger. I bet it's because he's just too tired to exert effort in raising his hand or something.
"Anymore useless questions you'd like to ask?"
From the full on irritation in his voice, I figured that he must be pretty pissed already. I wonder why he didn't just ignore me.
I simply shook my head and flashed him a smile. Of course, he just rolled his eyes at me.
"Great, 'cause I'm sleeping."
He turned his body, back facing me. I was also about to exit the room when the door burst open and Kyle peeked his head in.
"Dude! Let's go!" Kyle beamed in a loud voice and I gestured for him to keep it down. "Oh, and I just remembered that 69 is also Craig's-"
"Shut the fuck up, Broflovski."
We both turned to look at my roommate whose middle finger is raised for us to see clearly. Kyle slammed a hand on his mouth, finally getting the situation.
"Sorry…" He apologized in a soft voice as we both left the room.
"See you later." I chirped before I closed the door.
"You're quite lucky you're rooming with someone you know, huh?" Kyle said as he draped his arm over my shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." I shrugged, wondering if I could really consider myself lucky or what.
We finally met with Stan after walking what felt like a mile and he treated us to lunch, so I guess it was worth it after all. Cartman also "happened to be passing by" and joined us, telling us that he's just there for free food but I know that bastard just wants to hang out. It feels like it's been so long since we've been complete like this.
It wasn't really surprising that we're going down different roads. Stan is studying to be a doctor, Kyle wants to be a lawyer like his dad, I'm working to be an engineer, and Cartman aims for the corporate world. Thankfully, all of us are in the same university. Except Cartman.
He enrolled in another college, spouting bullshit about how it's more awesome there and that he'll have a brighter future and shit but I know full well that it's all because of Wendy. Cartman has always had a crush on Wendy ever since I could remember. The guy always tried to get the girl's attention. It didn't really matter if it took annoying her or making her angry as long as she's looking at him. When Stan and Wendy broke up (5th grade, I think), Cartman grew even bolder, following her around and annoying her nonstop. It wasn't the best of methods out there but it was Cartman's way of showing his affection, no matter how childish it is. Things happened (oh a lot of things happened, alright), drama ensued, but those two ended up together, anyways. It was unbelievable, now that I think about it. Unbelievable, but definitely amazing.
Compared to the fatass's (he's not that fat now, actually) surprisingly successful love life, the other two pale in comparison. They never had girlfriends, or boyfriends (who knows), their whole highschool life. It's quite questionable, especially for Stan because he was pretty popular being the school quarterback and all and he practically had girls begging on his feet. Instead, he spends most of time shitting around and hanging out with Kyle. Meanwhile, all Kyle did was study, study, study, hang out with Stan, study, study, study, watch Terrance and Phillip (with Stan), study, study, study, hang out with Stan, study, hang out with Stan, and hang out with Stan some more.
…
Yeah…I pretty much figured out why a long time ago. I wonder when the two of them will accidentally bump their heads and realize it already and start grabbing each other's dicks. Just kidding. Or not.
"So, dude, your roommate is Craig?"
I was pulled out of my thoughts with Stan's sudden question. I blinked at him momentarily.
"Yeah."
Stan let out a laugh as he chewed on his burger.
"Goodluck with that." He pointed as he rolled his eyes. I cocked my head in confusion.
"Dude, why? What's wrong with Craig?"
"Oh, nothing much except that he's an ass." Stan stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah. Fucker can't keep his finger down. Flipping people off and shit." Cartman added as he sipped his coke, quirking his eyebrows upward.
"He's always done that ever since, like, grade school or something."
I glanced at Kyle, trying to see as to whose side he's on. Unfortunately, it seemed like he just ran out of fucks to give as his eyes are glued to his phone. I rolled my eyes at his indifference.
"You know what, Kenny? That's your problem. You're too fucking nice. Too fucking nice, I tell you." Cartman moved his face closer to mine, pointing an accusing finger in front of me. I looked at him weirdly, trying to process where he's getting at. "You go make the first move and make that Craig Fucker your little bitch."
"What the fuck, dude. I'm not going to turn Craig into my little bitch. He's just a roommate. You're making a big deal out of it." I rolled my eyes as I swatted his finger away, getting tired of my friend's shenanigans.
"It is a big deal. What if he rapes you or something."
I glared at Cartman, disgust all over my face.
"Why the fuck would he do that?!" I exclaimed a little louder than I intended, earning looks from other customers. Okay, now Cartman's just saying shit.
"Because you look like a girl?" Stan suggested and at first I thought he was joking and I waited some kind of reaction from the other two saying how dumb that statement was but none came. Um…what the fuck?
"Huh?" My voice rose higher unintentionally and I cleared my throat and trying again. "Huh?"
"Mm, yes, you look like a girl. Skinny, blonde, blue eyes, white skin…You're totally a bottom. Haven't we told you this before?" Kyle chimed in and I just looked at him dumbly. Bottom? Seriously, Kyle? Bottom?
"No! What, you guys talk about me looking like some chick behind my back?"
I was praying for them to just cut it out and tell me that they're fucking with me but no.
"Yes." The three of them answered in sync and I was this close to forgetting everything about our friendship right then and there.
I groaned in frustration as I buried my face in my hands, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"You guys are seriously reading too much gay comics." I grunted out.
"Relax, Ken, it's a compliment, really." Stan smiled at me as he patted my head.
"Uh, I think it was actually an insult." Kyle said, smirking at me. That bastard.
"Well, Kenny, just be careful not to get raped." Cartman laughed boisterously and never have I wanted to punch him so bad.
"Shut the fuck up. I hate you guys." I growled angrily, not wanting to hear any more shit coming out of their mouth.
Yep, only true friends will talk behind your back about how you look like a girl and how you're totally gonna be raped someday. Yes, only true friends.
It was already dark when I returned to the dorm and Kyle and I was scolded by the "hall monitor" (fucking retarded shit) for being late and that next time, we won't be allowed inside after curfew. We separated ways and Kyle promised to treat me tomorrow as an apology for all the bullshit they said a while ago and I returned to my room feeling satisfied. I love being treated by Kyle because when he says he'll pay, he'll really pay for anything.
I carefully opened the door, remembering that Craig was asleep and I don't really want to piss him off by waking him up. I peeked inside and a sleepy-looking Craig greeted me, eyes a bit red from sleeping and hair sticking up in all places. He squinted at me as he rubbed his eyes and I pursed my lips before I laugh at how cute he looks. I MEANT FUNNY. Funny. God, Cartman and those guy's words are affecting me big time.
I greeted him and he just replied with a nod. I watched him as he lazily walked over to his laptop, turning it on and ungracefully sitting on the chair.
"You're gonna play again?" I asked as I lied down on my bed, feeling the fatigue from all the walking and headache (from my friends mostly) make me all hazy and sleepy.
"It's not like I've got something better to do anyway." He shrugged and I hear continuous tapping noises.
I made a sound of acknowledgement as my eyelids became heavier and heavier. Cartman's words echoed through my head and I grunted as I glanced at Craig's direction. That fucking fatass.
I willed myself to sleep, blue flooding my vision as I finally closed my eyes.
Sooooo that actually took a lot faster than I expected. Thank you very much for all those who reviewed! You're probably the reason why I was so fast in writing this lol. Anyway...I really am just typing away all my feels. Can't wait to get to the exciting part huehuehueheuehue.
Random: I laugh every time Craig flips someone off. I don't know...it's just really funny HAHAHAHAH