Living Together//Clyde D. and Eric C.

Not Allowed

In this part, Clyde gets picked on by a kid and it causes him to cry. Cartman finds Clyde crying in his room about the incident and decides to do something about it. They are in 6th grade (so around 11-12 years old). Also this is my first time writing something about South Park so I'm sorry if anyone is ooc!!

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Clyde sat in his room, trying his best to focus on his homework. It was difficult though considering what happened that day.

It was in math, his least favorite class. He was called on in class to answer a question. Not paying attention, he ended up blurting out a random number and it caused kids to laugh at him. He looked away in shame, but the situation was forgotten about like it always was. Or so he thought. After class a kid he faintly recognized a kid that sat near the front of his math class walked up to him in a cocky manner. "Are you seriously that fucking dumb? Like some on, you should get sent back to elementary school or something you dumbass.." The kid laughed, shoving into Clyde before walking in another direction, probably to his next class. The sudden force caused the brunette to stumble into a locker, the noise turning a few questioning heads. What Clyde didnt notice was that one of the turning heads was his step-brother Eric Cartman.

Before he knew it, the math problems in front of Clyde started to become blurry as his eyes filled with tears. Academics and grades were always a soft spot for Clyde that most people didnt know about. It stemmed from when Mr. Garrison called him a retard and it stuck with him ever since. What was even more frustrating was that his homework in front of him was so confusing and complicated that it made him feel like his elementary school was calling his name and that he was proving the mean kid right.

He leaned against the head of his bed after setting his homework on his nightstand, crying away his negative feelings. Before he could let out another sob, he was cut off by a harsh knock and Eric letting himself in without warning. Clyde quickly wiped away his tears, not wanting to be made fun of for crying.

"Dude shut up, I'm on a call with my friends but I can't hear them over your loud-ass sobbing!" Eric groaned, holding his phone in his hand. Clyde just stared back with sad eyes, lip quivering. Cartman stared back, irritation slowly draining from his face. He walked over and sat on his step-brother's bed, patting the spot next to him so that Clyde could sit next to him. He did so, sitting next to Eric and leaned against him, starting to silently cry. He could feel a pudgy arm wrap around him and rub his shoulder comfortingly.

Eric was never good with words or comforting people at all. It was worth a god damn try though so he could get back to his call. "Sorry for snapping at you Clyde, I didn't mean to." He sighed, waiting for Clyde to nod before continuing. "Tell me who or what made you cry, I'll tell the Coon to kick their ass!" He growled, not realizing he was tightening his grip on Clyde until he felt the smaller wince. Eric thought he was gonna have to attempt an apology (aka calling Clyde a wuss because his body wouldn't allow him to say sorry twice in the span of a day) but cut himself off as he heard a quiet laugh.

"Tell.. Tell the Coon that he doesn't have to hurt anyone, Mosquito's orders. It wasn't that big of a deal anyway." Clyde sighed, telling the story of what happened to prove to himself more than anything that the incident wasn't anything major. Eric saw the ending of the incident happen so he already knew what the kid looked like, but he didn't want to tell Clyde that. He also didn't want to tell Clyde that he was plotting revenge in his mind, knowing that the latter would stop his plans. Feeling an awkward atmosphere claim the room, Eric realized that he didn't reply and left Clyde in a bad state of mind.

"O-Oh.. well that sucks." Eric managed to reply, not sure what to do next. He felt overwhelmed when Clyde put more body weight against Eric to get comfortable, so he did what his instincts told him; push away. He didn't mean for the shove to be so rough and he wanted to apologize, but he couldn't. So he did what he would do with anyone else: insult.