chemicals

ii

"Wake up, faggots." Craig kicked me and Clyde awake. I twitched, releasing a tick, as I saw I was next to Clyde, and we were both just in our boxers. Clyde calmly sat up.

I remembered getting into my underwear and sleeping next to Clyde, but everything I could remember was kinda a blur. Clyde and I sort of just stared at each other for a while. I was slightly freaked out, but Clyde looked content, so it was fine.

"You were so wasted last night, dude." Clyde told Craig with a laugh.

"Clearly," He groaned, "I remember up to, like, I don't know. Token got his bass out, right?"

"No," Clyde laughed, "We're you, like, on acid too?"

"No, man!"

"Cartman didn't fuck things up!" I near-screeched. "I was so scared that he would."

"That's great." Craig grinned. He looked kinda uneasy; probably because he didn't know if I'd done anything with Clyde.

"Wanna get some coffee?" Clyde offered. I nodded and let him lead me upstairs. I felt kinda bad leaving Craig in the basement alone, but he hadn't followed us or asked to come, plus I sort of really liked the attention I got from Clyde.

We'd totally forgotten that we were at Token's house until we got in the kitchen where Cartman was eating a bunch of stuff that probably shouldn't have gone together.

"You guys were such fags last night." Cartman muttered, shoving more food into his mouth.

"What do you mean?" I could feel my twitches getting worse as I began to shake.

"Hey, don't worry." Clyde calmly told me, resting his hand on my back. It was so weird that he wasn't almost constantly crying. Everyone had changed so much since high school, and I was still a twitchy coffee addict. It sucked.

"You were, like, all over each other, like," Cartman picked up what he was eating- a chili dog coved in gravy or something, and pretended to make out with it, "It was gross." He concluded. He hadn't changed at all either, annoyingly.

"I'm pretty sure we didn't make out."

"I have pictures," Cartman took his phone out his pocket, getting gravy and chili over it, "See." He showed us a picture of me sitting with my legs crossed over Clyde's waist on the sofa, next to Bebe and Wendy who were laughing. You couldn't actually see our faces, so I could have just been sitting on him, not making out with him.

"That's not actual proof!" I argued.

"I have a video." Cartman swiped a few pictures of us aside, then played a video.

"Okay, you gotta ask them, right?" Cartman was snickering behind the camera, "Do it, go on."

"Fine," Kenny laughed, "Hey, Bebe, Clyde!" Cartman started filming the sofa. Wendy sat next to Bebe, who was making out with Clyde, who was next to me.

"Hey, assholes!" Cartman yelled, getting their attention.

"What do you want, fatass?" Clyde asked, making us all laugh.

"You guys are boring, why don't Bebe and Wendy make out?"

"Okay, I'll make out with Wendy if Clyde makes out with Tweek." Bebe offered.

"Holy shit, dude, this is gold." Cartman snickered.

"I'd absolutely love to make out with Tweek." Clyde said, pulling me onto his lap.

"Oh my god, Bebe, your boyfriend is totally a raging homosexual."

Bebe rolled her eyes and laughed at Clyde and I. Clyde looked pretty serious, then he frowned.