Chapter Six: Clyde's P.O.V
Almost there.. Just a few more blocks..
I was running as fast as my stubby legs would let me. I was on a mission. I knew when my stomach cramped up that Craig needed my help. I had what you might call a sixth sense for my best friend, Craig Tucker. Even though it was well past 1AM on a school night, I had to go see him. I wouldn't be able to sleep without helping my poor, emotionless boy. Okay, I may sound gay for Craig, but I'm not. Honest. The dude was like a brother to me. We shared everything. Well, I shared. Craig wasn't the talky type, but I always knew what his problem was, without having to drag it out of him. That's how best friends work, right? We knew everything about each other. I knew he had a huge crush on Tweek Tweek. It's been going on for years. I felt bad for the kid. Not for Craig, for Tweek.
Tweek is well-known for not being able to handle anything out of the ordinary. This love was way beyond anything normal. No, not because it was a guy-on-guy thing, but because the two haven't spoken for what seemed like a century. There was a lot of tension between the two of them. That's why I'm running to Craig's house. I needed to tell him what I've come up with. I needed to help him.
Finally, I reach his house. The truck isn't in the driveway, and the eerie house was just as eerily dark. Of course his parents wouldn't be home. They never are. All the better, because what I had to say was important. I pound my fists on the door, keeping a continuous rhythm. Come on, Craig, you can't be in that deep of a sleep. I crane my neck and turn my wrist to check my Transformers watch, keeping my fist curled and knocking on the door. 1:28.. Just then I hear the door unlock and without missing a beat, I literally launch myself into the hall.
"You could at least have waited for me to open the door, you douche." Craig flips me his greeting finger, and steps aside to let me in. I take in my surroundings, letting my eyes adjust to the light flooding the room, which Craig turned on. Then I look at him. He actually has an expression on his emotionless face. Confusion? Worry?
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, dude. I came to your rescue." I hope he likes my plan. I hope it works out for him. I need this to work. My Craig senses won't rest until the person for whom my stomach cramps is satisfied. He looks at me, amused and a little irritated. I follow him up the stairs. This will work. I know it. I just hope Craig cooperates. Tweek as well.