Chapter Eleven: Clyde's P.O.V
Damn. My plan wasn't being followed at all. However, it seemed Tweek had taken initiative as I watched him and wet Craig having a moment. Craig saved Tweek from a snowball massacre. Right on, dude. What happened next was totally unexpected. The Twitch started running off with Craig's hat. Is he asking for a death wish? Craig sprinted after him, and given the direction they were headed, I figured it was to Tweek's house. I found a shortcut a while back that led straight to his backyard, so I thought I'd follow them and show up without them knowing. It was an easy walk, and I arrived before they did, even with them running.
In South Park nobody locks their doors. I had no idea why this was the case, but it worked for me as I let myself into the coffee infused living room. I had to see what Tweek had planned. I rub my shoes on the doormat and make my way upstairs. I've been to his house before when I needed homework help, so I knew where Tweek's room was located. It was as neat as ever, and I decided I could hide in the closet and watch them. Sure, it sounded creepy, but hey, Craig was my best friend, and Tweek was a freak. Probably in the sheets too, my brain suggested as an afterthought. He could be luring Craig into a trap; I had to be there to save him. Christ, now I sounded like the freak himself. All paranoid and shit.
The closet wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. There were shelves on either side and a space in the middle. I shuffled in and closed the sliding door behind me. There was a crack in between that I could see through perfectly fine. I would've hidden behind Tweek's hanged shirts or jackets, if he had any. He had a couple t-shirts folded nicely in the compartments, and a fat ton of underwear rolled up and scattered on every shelf. I smiled widely, remembering Tweek's fear of what he called 'underwear gnomes'. Apparently, they show up in the middle of the night and steal his undergarments. I didn't blame him for stocking up. As my mind wandered, some sort of commotion went on downstairs. I heard the front door crash open, hitting the wall, and a shuffle of footsteps hurrying up the stairs. The noise got closer, ending with a light thud. I peeked through the crack of the closet door to find Tweek sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the closed door. This should be interesting. I keep my eye in the space, not wanting to miss a minute of this live-action movie.
Another heavier set of feet filled the growing silence, and Craig came pounding and kicking the door. Ooh, he's mad. I snicker under my breath, but feel immediately guilty. Hopefully whatever Tweek has in mind will lighten the mood.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of me. Craig and Tweek were getting cuddly, naked. It was, to say the least, totally hot. A little drama was just the icing on the cake. Mmm... Cake. No time for that Clyde! Focus. I could feel my eyes stinging, wanting to cry. I never knew Craig could be so gentle, much less actually feel love. I foresee endless teasing in his future. I didn't feel right watching them, it was a private moment. I was starting to doze off while they 'finished up', still standing in the closet. I shook my head and checked the crack in the door that was hiding me from view. Aw, they were asleep, spooning. I'm so happy for you, Craig. This time, I really did start to cry. I should get out of here. Dad made tacos for dinner. I slowly open the closet, tiptoe through the bedroom, and waltzed through the door, closing it and leaving the beautiful scene behind me. I check my phone for the time as I head downstairs, only to see that I had five missed calls and ten messages. Holy hell, who could be trying to reach me so desperately? Good thing I put it on silent, or else I'd have gotten caught by the lovebirds.
My thoughts instantly went to my dad again. Ever since my mom died in that freak toilet accident, which may or may not have been my fault (what? I'm a guy, I don't think about closing the seat after use). My dad has been trying to take over. So far, he's been doing pretty well. Helping me when I ask, learning how to cook, and getting worried when I don't contact him. But he still wasn't a mom. Oh well.
I check the messages first. They were all from Token. Huh, weird. I skimmed through them, they were generic texts, such as 'dude, I've gotta tell you something. Call me', or 'where are you? Why aren't you answering your phone?' I briefly wondered what he wanted to tell me. He didn't leave any voicemails, so I guess it had to be done personally. It was almost midnight. I went to open the front door, trying to leave, when I slammed into someone standing on the opposite side.
"Ow! What the fuck?"
Shit, I hope it wasn't one of Tweek's parents. Can someone say awkward? I look up to see a pair of dark eyes, framed by a dark face, which was almost impossible to see in the blackened night sky. "Token? What the hell-" I was cut off by a hand covering my mouth and another hand pulling my arm and dragging me outside. I was left standing there momentarily, disoriented, as Token closed the door. "Dude, I've been looking for you everywhere, Clyde!" He sounded pissed. "I thought you were kidnapped or something. I went to every house in the neighbourhood asking about you for hours! What were you doing at Tweek's?" Token was looking for me? Aww, what a great friend! I grinned widely at him, tears forming in my eyes. "Oh.. Nothing. Why, was my Tokey worried about lil' ol' me?" I pressed the back of my hand to my forehead dramatically, feigning a damsel. "Shut up. No, I just wanted to tell you something. It couldn't wait." Although it was dark outside, the little light coming from a house across the street caught on Token's face, and I could see a small blush creeping on his face. Wow, Token blushing. This must be serious. "Well, here I am! What's up?" After a moment of silence, Token grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. I could see his face clearly. I had to admit he was pretty goddamn attractive. Oh, yeah, if you didn't know, I'm bisexual. Probably more on the gay side, though, since I was so in touch with my feelings. Token knew this, but he was straight as an arrow. Or so I thought... My observation quickly became forgotten as he cupped the side of my face with his hand and pulled me in, our lips touching. I felt as if my chest and head were going to explode. The fuck is happening? Was Token Freaking Black really kissing me, his best friend, Clyde Donovan? Jesus, this was so unexpected. I found myself kissing back, enthusiastically, I might add. Eyes closed and everything. Seriously. For some reason, this just felt... Right. Like it was meant to be. Like we were soul mates, or some shit. Hey, I never said I was a romantic. I just buy people whatever they want to get into their pants. Something in my brain clicked as I was engulfed in the moment. I knew then what Token wanted to tell me. He liked me. I mean, really liked me. I think.. I might like him too. He was hot, funny, and now added to my list, a great kisser. We broke apart, breathless. Token rested his forehead on mine. "I.. wanted to tell you.. I love you, Clyde Donovan. Have ever since I met you all those years ago." I was speechless. I knew it was the wrong time to be so, but I didn't have a clue what to say. A million things were running through my mind, my lips still tingling. Did I love him back? I'm pretty sure I've had many wet dreams about him. Only him, actually. Oh, Christ. I think I might be... "I love you too, Token."