The Way That Gravity Pulls (Creek FanFic)

Chapter 2: White Roses

"Craig?! What are you doing here?"

I took my sleeve and quickly wiped the tears out of my eyes.

Oh my god. How much did he just see? He probably saw me on the verge of tears. Great. Wouldn't be the first time though considering I'm a fucking drama queen.

He was staring down at me still with his hand out. I slowly reached up to grab it, letting him know that I accepted his friendly offer. He must've yanked me up a little too hard because I went flying upward and crashed into his chest. Luckily he caught me.

I glanced up as our eyes met.

His eyes had always been so beautiful. His charming dark blue ones had always put my ugly green ones to shame.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me up while I tried to find my balance. I was looking down at the floor, trying to straighten up my feet and so that he couldn't see how flustered my face was when I heard him clear his throat and gulp down spit.

"Uh, those idiots were worried about you, so I took one for the team and decided to show up. You knew they weren't going to wanna come anyways though, right?"

My other three best friends, or as Craig would've liked to call them, "those idiots," were Clyde Donovan, Jimmy Valmer, and Tolkien Black, all of which I cherished like those asshole scientists cherished the heart of the ocean in Titanic. They were all one of a kind to say the least, worth more than any diamond in the world.

Clyde was the only athletic person in our group. Despite being the shortest of us and the heaviest set, he played basketball, he was on the wrestling team, and he was the co-captain and a starting defensive linebacker of the varsity football team at South Park High. Good thing that he had that going for him. Let's just say that he was the blondest brunette I had ever met, and he was quite the crier too. He wasn't as emotionally unstable as me, but he wasn't far from it.

Jimmy was handicapped, using crutches to help him walk, and he had a really bad stutter, (his braces probably didn't help,) but he was always so upbeat and optimistic that it was truly unbelievable just how happy he could be sometimes. He was borderline hilarious as hell, but he was always crackin' jokes at the wrong times and had the mouth of a sailor, which in return had gotten all of us in quite some trouble over the years. We did theatre together in school, and he was president of the drama club. He wanted to be a famous stand up comedian one day, and while he had his doubts, the other four of us didn't.

Tolkien was the "mom" of our group and the brains of the bunch. He was extremely smart and at the top of our class, just a little above me but way above the others, so Craig including him as one of "those idiots" didn't seem to fit that well. How he got all caught up in our stupidity? We had no clue. He was filthy stinkin' rich and whenever we had sleepovers, Tolkien's practical mansion was our go to place. Like me, he was pretty musically inclined, being able to sing and play bass. I can't tell you how much I begged him to join theatre with Jimmy and I, but he had always declined. He was pretty shy, as well as rational and calm, unless of course, you pissed him off, then it was war.

Craig was the tough one of the group. He was known for constantly getting into fist fights, both inside and outside of school, and he openly expressed that he didn't give a fuck what anyone had thought about him. He was fairly quiet compared to my other friends, always deadpanning almost every single word that he spoke with the most monotone, nasally voice possible. Well, that's at least how he conveyed himself to be in front of others. Out of the five of us in our gang, Craig and I were the closest. Even though he had some difficulty opening up sometimes, he allowed me to see parts of him that no one else had, and vise versa. Craig and I could truly be ourselves when we were with each other, and it was comforting to know that I would never be alone.