Craig's PoV:
I sauntered back down the hallway back to the last 10 minutes of French we had left. What on earth was Clyde doing seeing Mr. Mackey? Maybe another panic attack? I didn't want to ask because Clyde is very sensitive. He has the occassional panic attack if he dozes off in class because he can sometimes get nightmares about his mom. He had to have councelling for a good few weeks after her funeral to get over the PTSD she had left him with but he still suffers with it today. I don't show it but I'm really concerned for him. He did say he's had headaches a lot more often recently... oh well. It's none of my business unless Clyde tells me.
°•°○●○{At recess...}○●○°•°
Clyde's PoV:
When everyone came rushing out of class to race to recess, I found Tweek and Craig and pulled them aside. Craig gave me a look of concern; something that didn't happen unless it was a serious situation. Tweek also looked nervous. "So, w- what is it Clyde?" Tweek asked, his voice shaking slightly. I took a deep breath and tried to explain my situation briefly. "So, long story short, I've got a crush on someone. But I think... they don't like me back because I've got Hanahaki," I said, also quivering a bit. I was still terrified about what had happened in the bathroom. "You've got Hanahaki?" Craig questioned, now obviously racked with worry. I knew he cared. "Who is it that you like?"
"Well..." I was hesitant. Do I tell them? "Go on. We won't care," Craig said, before smiling slightly. "If it's who I think it is..." I looked at him with deadpan annoyance. "Fine! It's Tolkien, okay? Happy?" Craig immediately dropped his smile and Tweek started grinning instead. "Hand it over, Craig," Tweek said holding out a hand. Craig pulled out 5 dollars and put it in Tweek's hand before folding his arms and pouting. "Fuck you, honey," he said. "Love you too," he replied. I looked at them both with confusion. "Me and Craig made a bet on who your crush was. I said Tolkien and he said Bebe. Obviously, I've just been proven right," he said whilst turning to Craig with a triumphant expression on his face. What the fuck. Betting on people's crush is my thing! Oh well. "Look, your bets don't matter right now. In case you didn't know my lungs are being torn apart as we speak and I really don't wanna die," I spoke seriously, which rarely happens.
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Don't woory 'bout it, dude, we'll help as much as we can."
"Y- yeah!"
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Rich Kids and Food Lovers (Tyde)
Fanfiction7 years have passed since the chaotic excuse of a fourth grade and Clyde and the gang are starting high school. Clyde is unusually nervous when he arrives at the bus stop on Monday morning, clutching his black Nike rucksack that's slung over one sho...
