Craig barely slept that night, but that wasn't too out of the ordinary. What was unusual about it were his thoughts. They were usually chaotic, revolving around something that he grudgingly held onto from the past or they were about a secret he had gained from someone, but now they only surrounded Tweek. Though, Tweek was mostly what had been on his mind lately.
People weren't nice in South Park. They were mostly all rednecks, who ignored the needy and selfishly did whatever they want, whether that be drugs or other ridiculous crimes. They lied through their teeth, stabbed each other in the back, and had affairs whenever they felt like it. They were all ignorant, fake, and gluttonous, but seemingly oblivious to it. Except for that blonde spaz with his crooked smile and his twitchy eyes, coffee stains all over his clothes and uneven buttons trailing up the front of his shirts.
It made Craig wonder why Tweek was so alone. Sure, he might've been friends with Butters and Jimmy (and now Craig), but why hadn't more people realized how genuine this guy was? They probably only saw him for his twitchy quirks and nothing else. Though, this town did have a habit of chewing up kind hearts and tastelessly spitting them back out.
Craig rolled over onto his back and, through the faint street light streaming in through his bedroom window, he was able to make out the vivid outline of Clyde laying next to his bed on the floor. The sound of continuous low snoring came from the sleeping boy, who was securely wrapped in one of Craig's blankets.
His letterman jacket and blue jeans were located next to his head in a lumpy pile from when he had taken them off before he slept, leaving him in a loose fitting t-shirt and boxers. Craig had tried to pretend that he hadn't watched Clyde undress, but of course, Clyde turned around and noticed immediately. He had made a cocky remark about Craig being impressed with his body, but they both knew that he was just checking for bruises.
He felt a hatred burning in the pit of his stomach. He hated Clyde for fighting with his dad, but he equally hated Clyde's dad for fighting with his son. He hated seeing bruises and cuts on Clyde's body whenever he took off his jacket. He hated having the weight of knowing all of what he knew about Clyde on his shoulders, but he hated knowing what he did to him more.
He rolled over on his side and stared down at the sleeping boy.
"If you ever find out what I did, which I hope you never do," Craig whispered to him, "I wonder if you'll ever forgive me."
No response came, unless the stream of snores from his open mouth counted. He didn't need a reply, though, because he was already well-aware of the answer.
***
"Clyde."
"Mmm..."
"Clyde, dude, get up."
"Mmph..."
"Clyde, we need to get to school."
"Mmm..."
"I swear to God," Craig grumbled, hand tightening on the strap of his bag, "if you don't get up now, I'm going to drag you down the stairs."
Clyde cracked open one eye and glared up at him. He muttered, "Try me, Tucker."
Craig raised an eyebrow, as the tired boy closed his eyes once again and returned to his attempt at going back to sleep. He shuffled down to where Clyde's feet were resting underneath the blanket and in one swift motion, he threw off the blanket and grabbed onto Clyde's ankles. He flipped him onto his back and yanked as hard as he could, hoisting his legs into the air and beginning to drag him towards his open bedroom door.
"Okay, fine - I'll get up!" Clyde yelled, flailing his legs to get out of Craig's grasp. "Jesus Christ, Tucker..."
Craig reluctantly dropped his ankles and let his legs fall to the ground with a bang! Clyde staggered to his feet, a line of incoherent swears escaping from his mouth. He picked up his clothes from the night before and trudged past Craig.
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Buried (a Creek fic)
Fanfiction**COMPLETED** Craig Tucker, the infamous stoic teenager of South Park, had a secret habit of needing to know everything about everyone. Every piece of dirty laundry, every skeleton in someone's closet, every truth that was supposed to be someone's s...