CRYDE

(3) A "Friend" Thing

(Craig's POV)
Instead of having to make the trip all the way back home, set my school belongings aside, and text Clyde about what we're planning on doing today, I just decided to walk home with him and ask him face-to-face. While we were walking together, Clyde had that same old dumb smile on his face. He was even clearly bouncing in between his steps. "What are you so happy about?" I asked, shifting my eyes towards the horizon and avoiding eye contact with the other. "Hm? I dunno. I just like walkin' with my best bro !" He answered, nudging me in the same arm he did during lunch.

'"best bro"? Is that what he thinks of me as?'

(Clyde's POV)
As we walked, my hands were resting inside the pockets of my South Park logo'd letterman jacket. I looked down, noticing Craig's empty hands, gently swaying by his sides. Then something occurred to me.. Why not fill em'? Looking back up to the profile view of Craig, I then asked, "Hey, wanna hold hands?" Craig immediately looked down at me with a rather disgusted look, "What?? Why?" He asked, slowing down his walking pace. I did so as well to stay close by Craig, "It's not gay or anything !! It's just a friend thing ! Trust me, it's fine." I heard Craig sigh.. But that was it. Not even a simple yes or no answer from this tough nut. I then shrugged and just went for it. Pulling one of my hands out of the pocket of my jacket, I creeped it into Craig's palm and leisurely intertwined our fingers together. How Craig felt about this? I haven't a clue. Either way, he wasn't pulling away or beating me up right now, so I guess he was alright with it !

(Craig's POV)
Oh my god.. Are we seriously holding hands?? Does he not realize how gay this is? I know he claimed it was a "friend thing" but I'm pretty sure guys like us don't hold hands like this. Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not a homophobe, but.. I don't know.. I've known Clyde almost all of my life ! Why is he suddenly acting like this?.. Since his fingers were already holding onto my hand, I really had no choice. I couldn't just stand there, looking like I was being forced to hold hands with him. Even though I was technically forced into it.. I just decided to curl my fingers, making it to where I was holding Clyde's hand as well. I tried not to think about it much while we walked..

(Clyde's POV)
Before I even knew it, we had arrived home ! Behold, the Donovan's residence ! The two of us approached the entrance, surprisingly still holding hands. I thought for sure Craig would have let go by now, but.. For some reason he just wasn't budging ! Not that I have a problem with holding his hand, it's just.. Odd. Once again, I shrugged off his actions and opened up the door for us. "Here we are ! Home sweet home.. Do you wanna eat something? Or just head on upstairs?" I asked, looking up at Craig with my dangerously handsome smile. "You can eat something.. I'll be upstairs." The black haired boy answered as he slithered his hand out of mine and quickly tapped his feet up to my bedroom. I watched as Craig did so and immediately stepped into the kitchen as soon as Craig was out of my sight. I know Craig kind of refused the offer to eat something first, but.. I decided to bring up enough food for the both of us. Y'know, just incase he got hungry. I swung the door open with food in my hands, only to find Craig sitting on the floor next to the bed. Shutting the door behind me, I chuckled at the blue hatted boy in confusion, "Why are you sitting on the floor, silly?" I teased. But little did I know, that Craig had been, what seemed to be.. Crying?