Maybe you're constantly ill man, the words were promptly followed by a look of uncertainty. Was he supposed to say that? Craig rose from his slumped position landing a soft punch to Clyde's arm. What exactly was that for Clyde asked confused, you're not meant to lie Craig replied with a smile. This only added the confusion, the perplexed look deepened. You said you didn't think i looked ill. I wasn't even implying that, you must get extra sensitive when your cold Clyde joked while being shot with a sad look accompanied by pout. You've hit me right in my feelings there champ. Clyde attempted to look guilty as he threw his hands up into the air 'I am truly sorry my sensitive little snow flake'. A few seconds of comfortable silence passed before realisation hit Craig 'Who are you calling little, you're like 5ft nothing!' Eleven Clyde spat bitterly, huh? What was that Craig replied. 5ft11 actually Clyde repeated louder as he grabbed a pillow and swung it in Craig's direction. Craig's expression contorted into an expression of offence. Clyde I can't belie you started the pillow fight before we're in our pink pj's! Craig swung his pillow towards Clyde's and as the pillows fell in the middle of them, they erupted in fits of laughter. I thought you were meant to be a big cool jock, not a lame ass kid having pillow fights with a societal reject, Craig laughed at himself wondering if admitting that he was a reject had accidentally made him too vulnerable. Who says I'm not just a regular lame ass kid? Well i couldn't have heard it from another student because nobody talks to me, i guess it's my bad for assuming that you were cool. Clyde honestly didn't know what to say, is Craig opening up to him? Does he even know he's doing it? We'll I've certainly never thought about myself as being cool. At least you've had a chance too Craig responded seemingly upset. Don't worry Craig I think you're a cool cat! Clyde, fuck off. *bleep* *bleep* *bleep*
Fuck sake, I've gotta go. My shift starts soon as hell. Well i didn't mean it literally but by all means fuck off, be my guest Craig said whilst following Clyde to his front door. My apologies, darling I'd love to stay however i am otherwise engaged. Clyde pulled two cigarettes out of his packet and placed one in his and one in Craig's mouth. Swiftly pulling out his lighter and setting both smokes alight before vanishing with nothing but a smile and a wave. Taking a drag of the cigarette Clyde had placed between his chapped lips he was once again left with his thoughts, only now he really had the perfect subject to think about, Clyde.
***CLYDES POV**
Usually I'd be pissed at myself for leaving so little time to get to work, I fucking hate rushing and I fucking hate work. Today i don't feel annoyed about it, strange. Gotta keep my absent mind on getting to work. Who even wants to be in a Coffee shop at 7pm? Oh SimplyBusiness, because apparently they can't have meetings in their own building(1). Pushing the door to the cafe open, i smiled at my boss and walked behind the counter to retrieve an apron and brace for impact of this lame ass meeting. I love listening to grown ass adults sipping on lattes and asking each other what breed of dogs they'd be for 3 hours. I could tell my boss was just about as excited as i was. Looking up from her phone, her expression looked confused 'since when did you get so excited about having to deal with SimplyDickheads' i was confused until i realised she'd noticed my smile playing on my lips 'you know I'm not excited about that and if you must know i was hanging out with someone' a blush crept across my cheeks as i spoke. So you confessed your undying love and adoration to Andre the giant? That's not very nice Nadia, you know his name is Craig and I don't love him! She giggled at me and asked what me and him got up to, i could feel the insult being prepared when i admitted we had a little pillow fight. 'You're such a fag' she said with a laugh while pouring herself a glad of wine, you want one Clydette? I suppose if i' such a fag, i better step up my gay game. That's The spirit champ she spoke sarcastically pouring me a glass. By the time the meeting had finished, me and my ever so professional boss were sufficiently drunk, she was mid setting the alarms when she told me that i better get my coat before she locked up because she sure as hell wasn't opening back up for a coat. I rushed behind the counter to collect the coat that i realised wasn't there. 'What's the hold up?' I must have left my coat at Craig's! In her drunken and dramatic state she didn't bother to disguise her laughter as she screamed 'then my boy, you must go to him!' I didn't bother arguing I just shot her a knowing look, running past her into the cold night, before i was completely out of earshot i shouted 'solid plan boss'. I don't think she was expecting me to actually go but I'm sure she's drank enough wine to not be concerned where I'm going. I raced through countless streets not bothering to notice my surroundings until i arrived in Craig's area. I slowed almost to a halt when I was close. My hands lazily searched the inside of the pockets for my cigarettes, i plucked one out and lit in my lips, taking small drags until my breathing steadied to make sure I looked casual and not drunk and hurried. The cold really caught up with me once I wasn't running, a think jacket wasn't really sufficient in the eternal winter than south park was stuck in. Taking in the last drag of my cigarette and tossing it to the side i approached the doors, if i wasn't drunk I'd probably be extremely nervous. Seconds after I'd knocked on the door it started to rain and rain heavily. I was standing freezing, in the pouring rain at night. I suppose the scene almost looked romantic. I was pulled from my thoughts when Craig answered the door. 'Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell you I love you' those were the first words my brain could summon. Why else would you be here? He asked with a pretend confused look painted all across his face.