50 Ways To Say I Love You

The Dare

"Hey baby, are you from Jamaica? 'Cause you're Ja-makin' me crazy."

The line was said by Clyde Donnovan in an attempt to be smooth as he leaned up against the lockers next to a blonde haired girl with an hour glass frame and delicate features.

The girl smiled at him sweetly and shut the door to her previously open locker before placing her hand on his, which was resting against the locker beside her's. She fixed her curly blonde hair with a slight toss of her head and batted her eyelashes attractively, and the action nearly caused Clyde melt.

"No Clyde, I am not Jamaican. I am obviously Caucasian." The words were stated coldly by the girl, and Clyde's previously boosted ego instantly deflated.

"C'mon Bebe," Clyde whined to the blonde girl, now known as Bebe, "just one date!"

"Clyde," she snorted, tossing locks of her perfectly kept blonde hair behind her shoulder again, "I wouldn't go out with you even if you were the very last person in the whole entire universe. Now stop trying to use pick up lines on me." With this said the girl trotted off, a happy skip in her step as she hummed a happy tune to herself.

With a sigh Clyde's shoulders slumped; he was so close that time!

With another sigh the brunette walked away from the lockers, making his way down the main hall of South Park High until he was standing next to his two best friends who had been watching the whole encounter.

"Ouch, you got roasted." A pale skinned raven haired male laughed, patting the brunette's back in sympathy.

"Shut up Craig," Clyde pouted, playfully shoving his pale friend, "I was close to getting a date with her and you know it!"

"Dude, no one has gotten a date with Bebe Stevens in the history of South Park. Besides, you weren't even close; in fact, I think you now hold the new world record for the quickest turn down." A brown skinned black haired male laughed, shoving his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans as he watched Clyde's pout deepen further.

"I bet neither of you could do any better," Clyde challenged, looking at his two friends with a cocky smirk.

"Oh, we both know Token could kick our asses at that. He's a romantic at heart," Craig stated, jerking a thumb in the direction of the African American teenager who merely nodded humbly at the acknowledgement.

"Of course he can," Clyde stated playfully, "his whole entire family is boning Shakespeare."

"We don't bone him Clyde," Token stated sternly, slightly offended by the others words, "we just highly approve of his very well written literature."

"Boning," Craig coughed, a wide smile on his face as he gave Clyde a high five.

"Hmm. If you so think I am romantically involved with Shakespeare somehow then I'd like to see you try to use the language of lovers Craig. Say on Tweek perhaps?"

You see, for as long as Craig could remember he's had a crush on Tweek. But not that he'd ever tell the twitchy blond that, oh no. That'd give him a heart attack if Craig told him that his best friend of seven years was undeniably in love with him.

"Hey man, no need to bring him into this. He isn't even gay," Craig blushed brightly as he defended the twitchy teenager who wasn't present with them, shaking his head rapidly to further his disagreement.

"Oh please," Token scoffed, placing a hand on Craig's shoulder, "he wears rainbow bracelets advertising gay pride support, Vans and Toms for shoes, women's skinny jeans and checkered flannels. He's totally gay."

"You really think so?" Craig asked sheepishly, his usual confidence gone at the mention of his crush.

"Dude we know so!" Clyde laughed, grabbing Craig by the shoulders and turning him around.

"Now I dare you to go use pick up lines on Tweek," Token stated this calmly, motioning a hand out to where Tweek was on the other side of the hall with his face buried in his locker as he appeared to search for something.

"And if I said no?" Craig asked skeptically, his eyebrows raising as he looked to Token with his bright blue eyes.

"Then you'll have to admit that you're gay to the whole school and do Clyde and mine's chores for the next year." Token stated this happily, a wide smirk playing on his lips.

"Damn it," Craig muttered, his eyebrows furrowing together in thought, "fine. I'll do it."

Clyde and Token high fived while laughing happily, grins on both of their faces.

"There he is tiger," Clyde laughed, shoving Craig in the direction of his certain death, "go get 'em!"

Craig sighed and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his blue jacket, trying his hardest to pep talk himself into believing that everything would be okay. That Tweek would just either say yes, or completely turn him down.

Oh god, he was so nervous.

Craig swallowed uncomfortably as he continued to walk towards the twitchy blond, wiping his suddenly sweaty hands on the insides of his jacket. When did his mouth get dry? Oh jeez, he feels like he's about to be sick.

Craig tried to swallow all of the fear down as he came even closer to Tweek's locker, his steps momentarily faltering as the thought of fleeing strongly pressed itself into his mind.

"No," Craig whispered sternly, "I'm gonna go through with this dare."

And with that said Craig gathered what little confidence he had and walked the rest of the way up to Tweek.

But that's when it dawned on him: he hadn't thought of anything to say!

Oh christ, what had he gotten himself into?