Tyde - Friend for hire

Chapter 18

Clyde sends a weekly report to Linda, keeping out the details of last night and the note in the morning. She sends him another 300 dollars and his mood lightens.

He meets with Craig after school in the library. "Hey..."

Craig raises an eyebrow. "What's wrong now?"

"Nothing..."

"Uh huh... you're clearly sulking."

"What happened last night?" Clyde pokes around at the table with his pencil.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, after we got drunk, what happened?"

"..." Craig's face turns slightly red.

"Craig... did something happen?"

"Nothing you need to know about... Tweek and I just..."

"Ew, no not that. I mean with me."

"Oh... yeah Tolkien took you home."

"Did he say anything?"

"Not really."

Clyde stares down at the table. "I think I really embarrassed myself..."

"How so?"

"... I just... I was really drunk and don't remember... ugh I feel terrible."

"You never feel terrible when you embarrass yourself in front of me." Craig teases.

"Yeah, for some reason it's always with him."Clyde's eyes widen. "... oh fuck."

"What?"

"Fuck dude I think I..." Clyde covers his mouth.

"Spit it out, dude."

"I think I like Tolkien."

"... seriously?"

"You don't believe me?"

"I do, I just didn't think you'd admit it. It's obvious you like him."

"You knew?"

"Yes. Well, Tweek knew first. His gaydar is immaculate."

"Ughhh... why didn't you tell me?"

"Tweek says you have to figure this stuff out on your own. So, what happened?"

"I don't know! I just woke up to a note that said I was hard and..."

Craig sits up. "Did you two fuck?"

"No! I mean, I don't think..."

"You should probably try to clear that up dude."

"Damn it..."

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Clyde paces back and forth through his dorm room. "Okay... he's on his way... to my room... it's okay. It's good. I'm good."

Three knocks can be heard from the door.

Clyde creeps towards it. "It's just a crush. No big deal. Simple childish crush."

Clyde opens the door to see Tolkien in a white button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone.

"Kiss me."

Tolkien squints. "Excuse me?"

"Uh! Miss me? I asked if you missed me!!!"

Tolkien pushes into the room and shuts the door. "I guess. Why did you call me here?"

"Wait, so you did miss me?"

"Is that what you called me here to ask?"

"No... but did you really miss me?"

"I said I guess. Yeah."

"You... missed me?"

"Jesus, Clyde yes, I missed you."

Clyde smiles, unable to contain his excitement. "I missed you too!"

"... why am I here?"

"Oh, I wanted to ask what happened last night. Your note was kinda concerning..."

"Oh..." Tolkien breaks eye contact. "About that..."