Why You Should Ship: Cryde

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I haven't wrote a Drabble in a while so here this is. Forgive any typos!

What was a party without Clyde Donovan? Many would beg to argue on that question. However, it was sort of a rhetorical type of question. It wasn't like Clyde wouldn't go to a party. Even if he was sick with the worst disease in the entire planet, he would still show up. That was just a part of Clyde's nature. He was someone that would always be dependable on anything that had to do with a house party.

Clyde was the perfect person to even host a party, having an older sister that was in college was amazing because she was rarely home. That also went with his mother, sure he missed his mom but if he was caught then there would only be one parent to chew him out. Not that he would listen, of course. He could care less what they would have to say since he was convinced that his father wouldn't be a geologist and shoe shop keeper if he was just a little more popular when he was Clyde's age. Clyde was convinced that you could get any job that you desired even without a degree, as long as you had mastered your people skills. That was a philosophy of his. Though he was somehow passing all of his classes anyways, since he may be a little more studious than many have expected.

This day was one of those days that no one in the Donovan residence was home, other than Clyde of course. Not even his dog was home since his father had taken him to work for some random reason. Maybe it was like Equine Therapy, but with dogs instead. He would never know. Not that it mattered, though. After all, Clyde was hosting a massive party and didn't want to take care of some dog while he had drunk students at his place.

The music was blaring in the house at a monumental range of decibels. It was horrendously loud and was a wonder why none of the officers on duty had checked it out since it was past curfew. Clyde was scoping around the house that was filled with drunken teens, laughing at everyone's drunken selves. Clyde was relatively well at handling his liquor until after it nearly quadrupled the legal limit for one to drive a car, if not more.

To him this was were he felt that he belonged, who needs Kanye. He was convinced that he was the shit and anyone that argued with him would be proven otherwise by the brunette. Most people really didn't care much for arguing with him, since he was a die hard black mailer. The thing was, even with half of the school at his house drinking and laughing their hearts out, Clyde wasn't really enjoying this all that much. He couldn't find his best friend anywhere and he couldn't stand it. He stalked around the building looking for Craig but could not find him. No matter which room he went in, no dark haired, realist Craig showed up.

The reason why he even wanted to find his best friend was simple- he wanted to admit that he had an interest in him. Clyde was relatively open about his sexual adventures and he had wanted this to be one of them. Forever he had dreamt of kissing Craig, and telling him that he wanted to be more than just best friends. He had liked Craig since they had turned thirteen, which was almost three years prior. He planned on finally confessing to Craig today, and them plot twist, he never shows up.

Clyde was nearly on the verge of breaking down into salt watered tears. He just needed to get out of there and hide, to let everything flood from his body. To let him release all of those negative toxins that filled his built body. Clyde could care less if anyone saw him cry at this point, he just needed to let out his girlish habit and run away from this large crowd or slurring, face sucking teens.

The last thing that he wanted is for some two faced person to come up to him and grind against him in this state of mind. He had enough with people for the night, and his only escape possible would be to flee to his bedroom and cry with his pillow and talk to his Broncos themed plush that he had gotten all those years ago. Clyde wasn't really embarrassed by the said bear, since he never did have a thing for stuffed animals anyways. It wasn't like he slept with the damned thing anyways.