Why You Should Ship: Cryde

9

I followed Clyde with a pant as I was being yanked by the shorter male. I honestly hated how much energy Clyde possessed. Sure, he might be over weight but don't let that disrupt your thoughts, as Clyde was one of the fastest kids in the school, and he wasn't even in track!

Clyde was dragging him around the house, and in all honesty, I was more than ready to just get to his room. I really loved Clyde and all, but why did he always insist and taking the long way? I wasn't nearly as fit as Clyde was, so it really was hard to chase after him. I could barely keep up so when I was being dragged around the house I could not help but trip over my feet.

I wanted to just peacefully look around at the house and make my way over to the brunettes room with ease. I wasn't in the mood to just scurry after Clyde like some pet, sure, I would love to be Clyde's pet but that was something entirely different. I knew that he wasn't like that, and even if he was, I wouldn't go out with him for the world. The reason being that I actually had a lot of feelings for the jock, and I didn't want to have my heart break because of him.

In the back of my head, I knew that it would never work out. It was a very sad thought but I wouldn't let that get to me. Clyde may not be the best 'Lover' material but he was an amazing best friend, in fact, he could very well take the title of being the worlds best friend. We had been friends for years; since diapers. The feelings that I had for Clyde begun to form towards the end of the eighth grade when we were thirteen. At the time, I was finally open about my sexuality.

I wished that I never would have ever developed feelings for the other. After all, he couldn't keep it in his pants and seemed to have a new girlfriend each week.I hated how Clyde would flaunt around his new girlfriend in front of me, oblivious to how it effected my self esteem.Clyde could be such a rude boy when he wanted, and I couldn't understand why he would want to be that. It wasn't like it made him extra attractive or anything.

Or maybe it did...?

After all, it seemed like Clyde never had an issue with getting with any girl he wanted so the question was- were girls into that sort of thing? I had only ever heard of women liking bad boys, not assholes. Yet again, Rihanna seemed to like it

My thoughts had been quickly interrupted as I found myself inside of the others room. He finally slipped his smooth hand away from my calloused one. I somewhat grew upset that the touch went away, but I had decided that it was probably for the best. I felt bad that he didn't want to hold my hand any longer, but then again, I reminded myself that he thought nothing of me except his best friend that just so happened to be into guys. I hung my head ever so slightly, making my way over to his bed to sit next to him. While I did this I could not help but grow the slighter bit amused. Clyde was such a child.

Clyde's room was filled with various shelves filled with comics, and magazines. Of course, not the magazines that he jerks off to. Those are under his bed, for safe keeping. After all, with a nosy college aged sister he needed to hide that kind of thing or she would never stop teasing him. That was one thing that made me think better about my little sister. I would hate to have an older sister that would make fun of me for all this puberty. I couldn't even begin to imagine how miserable Clyde was when he hit puberty back in middle school. It must have been such a miserable time.

I looked over to his walls, all over them were jerseys from his past, sport posters, and hot women. I drew in a little breath, looking over at the brown eyed boy and ruffled a little chuckle from the pit of my throat. At least he was the same Clyde that I was friends with at a young age. I appreciated that greatly.

"Hey Craig, look at me." I heard the only state to me. I obliged, looking over to him.

I never thought much about what he asked, until after I felt his firm hands attach themselves to my chin. I flinched, my eyes widening ever so slightly as I looked at him. I wasn't at all sure what he was meaning to do, but after I looked into his melted eyes I felt myself swallow a pit of saliva that fell into a puddle in my mouth. His cheeks puffed out, and I could tell that there was something on his mind. I wanted to reach out and ask him what it was, but before I could even ask I saw the others hand fidget around below. I moved my gaze down for a second, watching as he held his hand on my own. I took in a long breath, holding it in. I couldn't believe this was happening.