HTBMHIT || {A creek fanfiction}

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"We both like apple cider; but you're hair be smelling like fruit punch. - And I don't even like you that much..wait. I do. FUCK." - Apple Cider by Beabadoobee

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The next day has already came and Craig is no longer sleeping in my personal kingsized bed. - Instead, I was the one sleeping on it. Did he carry me all the way to here? How thoughtful of him. Maybe he went out through the window. I mean, it's big enough for 2-3 people to get in because its a wide window, not a long vertical one.

It's already 10:30 in the morning and the sun has already gone up; but I haven't yet. But what's there to rush? It's a weekend anyway. By that, I turned to check my phone and the first thing I checked was Craig's inbox. He sent two messages.

"gm. i letf through ur window, hope u dont mind.😎" sent at 5:05am
"left*" sent at 5:06am

"I know. Where else would you go anyway?" I said to myself, smiling widely, as if I'm talking to Craig verbally. I then continued the talking as if I'm in a QnA podcast session with him in one room laying next to each other. What a fucking lunatic delulu have I became?

I caught myself lacking. - And as a domino effect to that I immediately got up (Which is a bad idea because I'm having symptoms of anemic with all the meth and coffee I have been binging.) and stared at my morning reflection on my mom's hand-down vanity to me. I thought of him and my face went all rosy. As if a rose field had grew on my cheeks for being so vibrant red. I couldn't help but punch the vanity gently. - Enough to let out my urge but less to make the mirror crack.

"No. This can't be. How did this happen? HOW FOOLISH. I CAN'T FALL FOR HIM." I yell-whisper to myself; covering my face and looking away from the vanity because of shame.

I have to let this out or at least have someone have a second demotion about this one. - I'm cocksure, that'll help me pinch out these delulu thoughts of mine. I should give some substances a break too, that'll do...or maybe even worship gods to strengthen the protection away from my delulu thoughts.

I didn't bothered to reply to him anymore.

As to that, I decided to give Bebe and Wendy a call; they both decided to tag me along to their hangout to hear what I have to say.

I'm going out tonight.

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Bebe Stevens and Wendy Testaburger are my type of friends who came from an extremely wealthy family; Trust fund babies. Suprisingly both of them are top notchers in my class too, especially Wendy. She even is dating the popular kid, Stan Marsh. Not to mock but, Wendy is everything while Stan is just a guy; an ex goth and a radiohead listener guy to be precise; but hey, from the way he dresses and dyes his hair, he definitely is something. Maybe I just don't know much about him, although, I've heard a bunch of horrible things about his dad and the feud within his family. - but as much as possible I just poke my head out of it. As to Bebe Stevens, she is dating the popular football captain in my school who is also the wealthiest guy at school; Clyde Donovan. What a perfect pairs right? Kids living their best lives and being the coolest of all cool. I can't compete, their too out of my league.

But what's so great about Wendy and Bebe is that they don't mind about you're status, as long as they like you. They like you. But if they don't, then it's a shame to miss such life with them. They have a bunch of friends though, gladly, I'm one of them.