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"I'm the man. You're not." Clyde Donovan | 17 | Quarterback | Taco lover affiliated with small town rp

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too early for this {open}

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To say Kenny was surprised was putting it lightly. For as long as he could remember, there had been a clear divide between his old friends and “Craig and Those Guys” (the Console Wars and Coon and Friends had been exceptions to the rule). To break that tradition almost seemed…wrong.

But it wasn’t like he was that picky when it came to friends – or anything, really. Besides, they seemed a lot more laid back than, say, Kyle or Cartman. Less destruction of the town involved, that sort of thing. 

“Sure, that’d be great,” Kenny flagged down a waitress almost immediately with his trademark grin, ordering a stack of pancakes before returning his attention to the conversation. “You haven’t ditched those guys for…Bradley Biggle?”

He couldn’t quite keep the venom out of his voice when he said the name; if there was one person in South Park he couldn’t stand, it was fucking Bradley Mint-Berry Crunch Biggles. That was one plot twist he wouldn’t forget for the rest of his life. To think that he’d turn out to be the most popular kid at South Park High was, to him, yet another middle finger life had thrown at him. 

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Clyde isn't even surprised that Kenny had so easily agreed to hang out with him and his friends. Kenny seems like the type who just plays along after all. Plus, this isn't the first time he had left Stan's gang for his. He could recall how the blond had supported Craig's show entitled "Animals Close-Up With a Wide-Angle Lens" instead of Stan's show. It was pretty short-lived though because Craig could only be interested in one thing for a brief span of time with Tweek as an exception.

"Awesome!" The jock grins before ordering himself some bacon and eggs to the waitress. At the mention of Bradley Biggle, Clyde blinks in bewilderment at the sudden hostility that comes with Kenny's words. Whoa, why the hate? Bradley seems like a pretty decent dude. He's constantly perky and lifts people's spirits up which is something he always needs before heading out for a game or practice.

"Gee, want some fries with that salt?" He snickers. "What's wrong with Bradley, dude? Everyone seems to like him. In fact, it almost seems impossible to not like him, yeah? So what's up?"

[lethargicz]

me: dies because I have no kyle muse

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[[ you can always try reading fics or watching south park? that usually helps me :O ]]

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stupor { clyde + craig }

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Craig elects to stand wordlessly and watch as Clyde tips over, landing face first in the snow. Smaller flakes start drifting down and powdering the jock’s hair. A surge of pity fills him, watching the mess that is his best friend in front of him on the ground. He frowns when the other mentions the time. The urge to hurry back inside, place Stripe back into his cage and burrow himself into his blankets and comforters and pillows is strong. He would, but his best friend is here, alone and intoxicated.

The raven rubs tiredly at his eyes, half sure that dark circles are already starting to form under them. Stripe is shivering in his hands. “Clyde, you’re right, it’s three, so why don’t you-” his warning is interrupted by his best friend going on a spiel. God, how weird. Things are starting to get emotional and odder and odder by the second, but Craig’s feet stay firmly planted on the snow, shivering like the rest of him. He wonders what they look like to by-standers, but the street is luckily completely empty at the moment. A glance at his bedroom window informs him that Ruby has left his room and has probably slunk back into her own.

It’s always a special kind of awkward when Clyde’s mom is brought up. He, Token and Jimmy make it a point not to. He remembers the memory like it was just yesterday- Clyde breaking down in front of him, covering his blanket with tears and snot, the both of them alone in his room. It’s something he thinks he doesn’t want to ever see again because yeah, Clyde might be a crybaby, but he really hurt that day and he’s never been quite the same ever since. He lets Clyde use him as a means to pull himself up again and instead of looking down on him like he did earlier, like he was so used to when they were ten, the other now dwarfs him again. 

“Your new friends are assholes,” Craig states it like he is simply pointing out the weather. “I don’t know how you can stand being around them for more than a minute. God, and don’t call me a gay baby, Clyde.” Craig still doesn’t know where Clyde stands on his sexuality. His own dad might have accepted it, but still he lets how he views Clyde as The Model Son slip every now and then. It feels wrong, asking his intoxicated friend about it, but now is the best time to get an honest answer out of him. Clyde rarely drinks as it is, and he will do nothing but tiptoe around the issue when he is sober.

“Why do you even still hang out with those asshats? I don’t know why you’re friends with guys who look down on people like…“ Craig holds Stripe closer to his chest. ”…like me.“

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Clyde couldn't even be bothered to deny that his new friends are indeed assholes. But what can he do? He plays on the same team with them so with that in mind, he has no choice but to get along with them or practice wouldn't be as cooperative as it should be. He does admit that he somewhat disagrees with some of his new friends' views on things but he constantly believes that he's in no place to say so. 

Everyone knows he's an idiot which means whatever the hell he says, it will be regarded as idiotic whether or not his statement actually makes sense.

One of the most recent topics those people like to make fun of is, of course, his childhood friends. Clyde couldn't even count the number of times they've mentioned how Token thinks he's better than everyne, how Jimmy tries too damn hard to be funny, and how worried they are that Craig might 'gay' him up. It turns out that not everyone in South Park are willing to be open-minded. But Clyde always laughs it off and steers the topic away from them as much as he can. He won't defend them, he'd just divert their attention to something else because he can't just simply afford to get into an argument with any of them. He needs them to keep his reputation going after all-- no matter how much they piss him off most of the time.

Especially when they talk shit about Craig.

"Hm." Clyde runs his fingers through his hair, pushing his fringes back away from his face as a habit of his when he's thinking too much. He could tell Craig is upset. This isn't the first time he had brought this subject up and honestly, Clyde is getting tired of keeping it away from their conversations.

"Well, I have to be friends with most of them if I want to stay in the team." He says as he presses his cold palms against his heating cheeks, knowing it's the effect of the alcohol. "Besides, when the hell did you start caring what they think of you?"

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polar opposites - clyde/wendy

Having the smartest girl in class as your partner for a project really has its perks and Clyde wouldn't want it any other way. He lets out a snicker after reading a friend's text message regarding some supposedly hilarious meme, letting Wendy Testaburger do most of the work for this project of theirs. Clyde already knows better than to provide anything to this anyway since he's more than sure that he'll just fuck things up. Of course, Wendy would think so too, right? That's pretty much the reason why they decided to do this at her place because they couldn't very well trust his house to have enough materials.

>He doesn't even spare his partner a glance from where he's sitting as he begins thumbing in his reply to his friend with an equally hilarious meme of his own. Finally, after hitting send, he looks up at Wendy and offers an easy-going grin.

"How are ya holdin' up?" He asks for perhaps the first time since they got down to start on their project. "And also, I'm kinda hungry. When can we take a break?"

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fanboy [princeofego]

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[✪] –Football practice was profoundly remarkable today! Their practices are always remarkable but today appeared to be so out of the ordinary in contrast to their prior ones. But alas, all good things must come to an end and before Gary knew it, everyone was harking back to the locker room. He knew that he should be returning home but today, he wasn’t in the mood to play board games with his family. Especially after watching that stimulating game earlier. He was still very invigorated from it! He should his calm his nerves down a bit and in order to do that, he fixed upon doing his homework right then and there on the bleachers.

A few minutes have passed and all the cheerleaders have already left after their shower. A few minutes more and the football players followed right after. Time for his cue to leave then. After making sure that everyone had left the field, Gary pushed his book back into his bag and traveled down the bleachers to head home. But then he spotted the school’s famous quarterback, Clyde Donovan, just stepping out from the locker room. By himself, oddly enough. Gary shares a few classes with him but never had the opportunity to talk to him for Clyde is just always surrounded by people. He basically has everyone on their knees for him and Gary is no exception. 

Seeing him this close now felt like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he was not going to pass it off!

❝H-Hey, Clyde! You did really great at practice today!❞

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Clyde felt in the zone today; especially since everything has been going so well. His dad just gave him a raise on his allowance just because, then there's this girl who agreed to go out with him, and then one of those bookworms in Chemistry class did his homework which earned him a perfect score. So of course, heading for football practice with high spirits would normally result to having an thrilling game.

Now that practice was over, all he had to do is head home and if his dad is home and that flirtatious babysitter isn't around to look after the twins, then this day would be absolutely perfect.

Or so he thought.

"Huh?" A vaguely familiar blond stands right on his path just when the brunet is about to leave after taking his shower. “Oh... haha, thanks... um..." Who the hell is this guy again? Clyde could feel his name at the tip of his tongue but... shit, he doesn't want to come off rude.

"...Barry, right?" He didn't even notice this guy watching their practice. Or maybe he was far too focus on the game and the cheerleaders' routine.

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it’s over 9′oclock | open RP

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Tweek had a notion to ditch class beforehand, he wasn’t one for the screeching the teacher supplies. How his educator manages to howl at everyone with gusto the blond doesn’t want to pry into, and he isn’t ready to find out today either. 

He bobs his head up and down, demonstrating how strongly he agrees with Clyde’s perilous plans. If we do get caught for example, Tweek wonders, would he be taken into custody? The boy would freak out, undoubtedly, but he’ll set aside any stress of it for later. 

How for long would they skip anyway? Till recess? Or only until the teacher is done with his period? 

“Hng, where do you, er, plan to go then?” Tweek questions, hadn’t a clue for a place to visit. Normally he’d take a trip to his quiet spot near the staircase at the school’s far corner; the place fills him up with a warm, soothing feeling. With the brunet though, the guy is a different person – would he have a preference to somewhere enveloped with sound? A place to fit in with everyone else? 

So he wonders, what type of people do Craig hang around with? With a mix of curiousity and interest, Tweek’s instantly determined to find out, starting with Clyde. 

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"The rooftop!" Clyde already has his answer ready because he's sure as hell Tweek wouldn't be willing enough to make the final decisions here. He eagerly drapes his arm around the blond's shoulders before steering him to their destination. "Craig and I usually go there to smoke." He points out, now wondering if the dude will also be there. Craig does cut class more than the brunet likes him to. "No wait, let me clarify that. We go there so that Craig can smoke in peace while I just doze off. It's pretty much the go-to place for students who cut class because nobody in the staff goes there."

He leads Tweek up to the stairs before removing his arm from his shoulders and shoving his hands into the pockets of his letterman jacket instead. Touching the blond felt too awkward for him for some reason. And no, not because the dude's into guys. Clyde would willingly touch any guy, gay or not...!

Shit, that didn't sound right. Goddammit, he should probably stop thinking about it right now. He's here to try and prove that he's not a homophobic so maybe he should drape his arm over Tweek's shoulders again? Then wouldn't that make them look like a-- nope, that's your homophobia talking. No fuck, wait. I don't have homophobia!

"Ugh..." Clyde lets out an inward groan at his ridiculous thoughts. "Anyway, chances are Craig might be there." To save me from this fucking discomfort.

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too early for this {open}

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Kenny let Clyde steer him into the diner with mixed emotions: relieved that Clyde had dropped the subject, excited that they were finally, finally going to eat some pancakes, and surprised at Clyde’s offer of best pal.

Never in his life had Kenny had a best friend, or anything of the kind. He’d always been the odd one out – amusing enough to be included, but not enough of something that everyone else had to be “best friends”.

(Butters had said he’d liked Kenny the best once, but that was too long ago and too distant of a memory for Kenny to even acknowledge.)

Still, Kenny kept this to himself and turned the conversation on Clyde, for once.

“You don’t think Craig’ll be mad?”

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It feels somewhat weird entering the diner with just Kenny. Clyde normally eats here with either his football buddies or Craig and the others but nobody outside of those circles. Even the waitress, who has already recognized him by now, gives him an odd look at the sight of his new companion.

"Craig?" Clyde drives half of his attention to looking for an available table. Now that he's thought about it, Craig doesn't particularly like Stan and his friends and if he ever does find out that his best friend had just cut class to hang out with one of them, then Clyde is certain that he will never hear the end of it.

As stoic as he tries to be, Craig can pretty dramatic.

"He'll live." Clyde decides to wave it off once he finally finds them a table while seriously hoping that his best friend doesn't end up cutting class too and spotting them. "Besides, I think he tolerates you the most anyway. In your former circle, I mean. Hey, now that I think about it, do you probably wanna hang out with me and my friends? Like, Craig, Token and Jimmy?"

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notice me {kyle/clyde}

[lethargicz]

“I haven’t played games in years, but whatever I used to have is still tucked away on the shelf.  Mom wanted to save it for Ike, though I don’t know if he bothers with it, either,” he shrugged, plopping onto the couch.  “Go have a look if you want, man.  Those poor systems deserve some attention,”  he gave a yawn at that, trying to get comfortable in the spot he had chose.

God, thinking back to when he and the gang used to spend hours upon hours gaming– beating bosses, fighting on multiplayer, the works– was bittersweet.  He really did miss the simplicity of elementary and middle school.  Everything was better then.  But, now they were in high school and that was that.  No use thinking about what used to be.

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Clyde perks up for the third time once he realizes that the redhead didn't shrug him off this time. Is this for real? Kyle Broflovski doesn't mind sparing a few more minutes with him? Oh yes, everything is coming up according to plan. 

"Awesome! Let's hope it still works." He has no idea if it's true but he has been told that gaming consoles won't bother working anymore if not used for a long-ass time. The brunet hurries to the shelf and snags a random fighting game before checking on the gaming console. Sure enough, dust could already be seen above it. Either the device has never been used at all or nobody in the family ever bothered to dust it off. It won't hurt to try though.

He returns back to the couch, handing Kyle the other controller before plopping down beside him. "You sure it's okay to, like, spare some time playing games than do your homework or devise your own formula or whatever geeky shit you do?

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notice me {kyle/clyde}

[lethargicz]

“You’ll just mess up my routine and be in the way,” he spoke dismissively as he entered the kitchen and began searching for the needed items.  He wasn’t about to cook anything– no, that’d “spoil their dinner” so he opted to setting up an apple, some peanut butter and a juice cup for his brother as well as a small piece of chocolate that he had stashed away for when their mother wasn’t home.  When all was ready, the redhead peered into the living room from the doorway, eyeing the jock.  “You still here?” he muttered, as if expecting Clyde to see himself out.

He really should’ve known better.

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Clyde couldn't stop the disappointed pout that curves his lips upon being rejected by his classmate. He really isn't making this easy, is he? Anyone would kill to be in Kyle's shoes! Girls have admitted of daydreaming about cooking a meal with the great Clyde Donovan! Of course, along with the cliche scene of accidentally cutting their finger and having him treat them but-- wait, his mind is drifting off again.

Clyde mumbles a string of annoyed profanities but decides to stay put anyways. Again, he needs to get to Kyle's good side. This isn't Craig who has by now learned how to put up with him. "Huh?" The brunet stops in mid-thought and looks over to the kitchen to see Kyle peering from the doorway. "Oh, yep!" He flashes him a grin. "I don't really wanna go home yet so let's play a game or something! What video games do you have? Or... do you even still play video games?"

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notice me {kyle/clyde}

[lethargicz]

“Clyde, you live right there– okay, fine, just get in the damn house,” he gave an exasperated sigh, not wanting to draw anymore attention to them.  Once inside, the redhead promptly closed the door and turned to the other, arching a brow.  “Just… sit down, I’ll get you some water,” he replied quietly and headed into the kitchen to retrieve said drink.

It wasn’t long before he was back and the glass was set gently on the table– if it wasn’t for his mothers rules on coasters, spilling drinks, breaking glasses, etc the cup would not have received such treatment.  “There, drink up.  I’ve gotta go get snacks ready for Ik,” he spoke, his entire demeanor changing as he mentally reminded himself of his “inside voice”.  

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Clyde pretty much perks up the second Kyle gives out a sigh of defeat at the idea of inviting him in. In all honesty though, Clyde doesn't really have anyone to go home to today considering the fact that his dad and his step-mom went out to buy groceries together and the twins are left with the babysitter. Clyde isn't really comfortable having the babysitter around since the dude can be somewhat flirtatious to him at times.

The place hasn't changed much, the jock notices as he finally steps into the Broflovski residence. He couldn't remember the last time he came over to play video games with Kyle and his friends but he's sure as hell that it was back in the 4th grade.

"Oh, thanks!" He grins at the redhead from where he's sitting. He takes a quick sip from the glass but at the mention of snacks, he once again perks up like a dog hearing the crinkling of a paper bag. "Oh, lemme help you out! I know my way around a kitchen after all."

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stupor { clyde + craig }

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Craigster?

“Call me that again and you’ll lose a tooth,” Craig murmurs, although he knows Clyde won’t take the threat seriously. He trusts in the brunet enough to know that he knows that Craig’s aggressiveness is reserved for the people who deserve it, like that Mormon kid in elementary or when they first thought it was Kenny who got lice. 

Good god, this was worse than he thought it was going to be. He isn’t even anywhere near his mouth and yet already Craig can smell the dull, heady scent of alcohol drifting from his friend’s yapping trap. Seeing his childhood friend hilariously intoxicated is weird and he feels it’s completely off because Clyde probably has the alcohol tolerance of a little kid. Hell, Craig can name five grade school kids who can outdrink him anyday of the week. Actually having to interact with him like this, in the middle of the night, with just the two of them, is starting to become downright unnerving. Bordering on repulsive, even. And it is hard to admit, but that bit about Stripe moving into Clyde’s place hurt.

Maybe nobody but his friends know about it, but Craig takes excellent care of his guinea pigs and has grown wholly attached to them, more attached than anyone would give him credit for. But it looked like in his drunken stupor Clyde had forgotten. “Your room is the last place Stripe wants to end up in, trust me. I don’t want him anywhere near your crusty socks. Gross.”

Craig lets out a little sigh that turns into white wisps in the cold, winter air. “You’re hammered, Clyde. Drag your ass back home before your dad or your sister finds out,” Craig retorts, kneeling down and scooping the guinea pig up from the snow and into his waiting hands.He watches Stripe sniff the air before eagerly peering up over his fingers at Clyde. The little traitor. If it comes down to it, though, he’d probably have to haul his friend’s butt back to his place himself. Who knows what kind of trouble he’d get into if he wandered around alone at this time of the night? He isn’t gonna lie- Clyde is his friend.

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"Man... so aggressive at..." Clyde looks down to check his wristwatch. "...three in the morning...? Maybe you need to go to an anger management anonymous." He genuinely doesn't see Craig as the short-tempered one but the dude does leave out a lot of threats to people-- regardless if they're empty or not. The jock makes an attempt to stop Stripe from scurrying over to his best friend's direction but to no avail and he ends up just losing his balance, falling face first down onto the snow.

Oddly enough, the piercing touch of the snow does little to bother him. His face feels warm anyway so it's almost like a blessing in disguise! The brunet laughs and turns to lie on his back, grinning up at the shorter male. He feels so light-headed and even though he knows that it's the effect of that repugnant booze his sister bought, he finds himself not minding at all. In fact, he's starting to appreciate everything.

"You know, I do love how I still have a roof over my head." He brings up a hand to wipe the snow off of his face, his speech slightly slurred at this point. "I mean, my dad could have given up when my mom died but nah, he's working harder than anyone I've ever seen. And I love how my sister got into Harvard Law School. She deserves it."

He reaches up to hold onto the edge of Craig's jacket in an attempt to pull himself up. And once he's back on his feet and towering over his best friend, he takes a few steps backwards and extends his arms to each side. "And I absolutely looooove how I'm still friends with my Craigster, Tokes, and Jim-Jimminy even when my new friends told you to just back off already. Man, you guys are the best! Especially you, man. You're a cool gay baby."

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too early for this {open}

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“Eh, Stan and Kyle were always their own thing. They were a fun group of guys and I liked them plenty –” and that was the main part Kenny missed about the four of them, all their crazy misadventures, “– but I didn’t really tell them all that much.”

Kenny paused here, looking a little surprised at himself. “Not quite sure why I’m telling you this, actually.” 

He picked up the pace, spotting the diner just a block away and hurrying towards it to cover up his moment of vulnerability. “C’mon Clyde, what would the coach say if he saw you getting beat by ol’ Kenneth?”

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Now that he's thought about it, Kenny was technically by himself in the group. Stan and Kyle were a thing before and Cartman liked to execute things at his own pace like the narrow-minded shithead that he is. Kenny was always pretty much on the sidelines, just going with the flow.

Nevertheless, he still had his moment of acknowledgement and that was when he used to dress up as Mysterion. Man, where did the years go? Clyde nearly cringes at the memory of himself dressing up as Mosquito and how he actually thought being a human mosquito was such a neat idea.

Before he could further question Kenny though, the blond had already picked up his pace in an attempt to divert the topic away but Clyde doesn't fall for it. It's something he does after all. He watches Kenny for a second or two before shaking his head and hurrying his steps, expertly flashing a boyish grin at his companion's direction. Just as he finally reached the blond, Clyde slings his arm over his shoulders again and pulls him along to the diner.

"I'll be your best pal for now, dude. Can't promise I'll be good at it though. And as your best pal, I say we better put some meat in your bones."

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notice me {kyle/clyde}

[lethargicz]

“Why do you CARE?  What could you possibly need to know this for?  Why is my life so INTERESTING to you?” he was growing impatient, now. Kyle was never one for personal details and being probed like a lab experiment wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time.  “Look I just– Can we not talk about my friends?” he almost pleaded, wanting desperately to take the spotlight off of him.

As if a gift from the heavens, amber eyes fell upon his home– his safe haven.  He prayed that this would be the end.  While he enjoyed the company–something he rarely experienced nowadays– he didn’t enjoy the questionnaire that came with it nor the “accidentally” offending comments.  In all honesty, he just needed a break from being picked apart.

“Well, here’s my stop.  If you’re done interrogating me, I’ve got shit to do.”

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Clyde winces at the sudden impatient tone that laced the redhead's words. Although, he did sorta expect that kind of response. He has been told more than twice that he asks too many questions and that he could rarely read the atmosphere. He couldn't find himself agreeing with the latter though because he does know how to read the atmosphere-- his curiosity just always wins him over.

"Whoa, sorry, dude." He says a tad awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Yeah, new information: never bring up Kyle's friends no matter how freaking curious you are. He should really keep that in mind. At the sight of Kyle's house though, a look of dread dawns in on the jock's face. He has not made any progress at all!

"Wait, already? No!" He says all too loudly. A few passerby's glance over to their direction and humiliated heat rises up his cheeks. He then clears his throat in an attempt to keep the volume of his voice in check. "I mean, duuude, aren't you, like, gonna invite me in? I pretty much accompanied you here. And I’m tired so I need a glass of water."

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notice me {kyle/clyde}

[lethargicz]

He stopped in his tracks at the words– let it happen?  Kyle didn’t just lay back and LET IT HAPPEN.  He chose to let Stan go so he could better himself in the interests he had that they didn’t share– Stan had potential in sports where Kyle could care less about them.  Plus, Stan had Wendy to worry about– if they were even still dating– and Kyle didn’t feel like being second place constantly to her as he knew would happen as they grew older.  God, the NERVE of Clyde to even suggest–  No, he refused to do this.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” he finally spoke, looking over to the other with an almost blank face.  

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He really needs to filter his words because Clyde could tell he had struck a nerve. Damn, touchy subjects are normally laughed off by him and his friends. If they refuse to talk about something, they sneakily tiptoe around the topic instead of blatantly saying 'fuck no I'm not having this conversation with you'. The brunet then raises up his hands in defense.

"All right, fair enough." If the dude doesn't want to talk about it, then he's going to drop it... until he finds the right time to bring it up again because he's fucking nosy like that. "Well, what about Kenny though? You guys still hang out?" He could see that this conversation is going absolutely nowhere at all but fuck it. Kyle has always been a challenge after all.

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notice me {kyle/clyde}

[lethargicz]

“Shut up, asshole,” he retorted at the comment, glaring daggers at the brunette.That was a big mistake.  Kyle was still sore over the absence of his best friend and while he tried to ignore the feeling of betrayal and hurt, just the mere mention of him made his heart ache.  “I’m assuming he’s fine– I haven’t heard otherwise,” the teen simply shrugged, not wanting to continue this conversation in the slightest.  

“Look, we both just… grew apart, okay?  He’s into sports and chicks an I’m into… books, I guess.  Nothing lasts forever.”  And, there goes his mood– if he even had one to begin with.  

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"Mm..." Clyde digs his hands into the pockets of his letterman jacket, somewhat processing Kyle's words. Man, who would have thought the so-called "Super Best Friends" would drift apart once they hit high school? It almost seemed like yesterday those two were always up to no good and dragging the other kids down with them. Plus, Kyle didn't have that much of a temper at the brunet. But then again, Clyde wasn't as talkative before either.

“I just can't believe you just let it happen." He finally shrugs. The same dilemma almost surfaced between him and Craig but Clyde had managed to avoid that. Separating his time for his new friends and his old friends is difficult but worth it. "I guess I thought your relationship with Stan would be... I don't know, stronger than that...?"

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too early for this {open}

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Kenny shrugged at Clyde’s question, kicking a pebble and watching it bounce away to distract himself.

“I never really thought about it before.” Lie. Of course Kenny’s thought about it before – it’s hard to forget a group of people that have killed or sacrificed you literally over a hundred times.

“I guess we just grew apart. Childhood friends, and all that.” Although there was one very specific reason why Kenny had chosen to alienate himself from the rest early on. 

“Wanna know a secret though?” Kenny cast a strange smile in Clyde’s direction. “I don’t really miss ‘em that much.”

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That can't be right. Clyde has always deemed the bond of Stan's gang to be stronger than what he has with Craig and the others. Something must have happened because surely they wouldn't just drift apart like that after every dumbass shitty stuff they've been through.

At Kenny's so-called secret though, Clyde blinks in confusion before slightly drawing away from the guy. "You can't be serious." He couldn't even refrain himself from appearing to be in genuine disbelief. "I mean, sure I'd understand if you don't miss Cartman but Stan and Kyle?" 

If he ever drifted away from his childhood friends, he doubted that he wouldn't miss them.That's why he made the extra effort in keeping in touch with them in spite of his busy schedule with his football buddies.

[princeofego-blog]

notice me {kyle/clyde}

[lethargicz]

And now he’s talking about himself despite Kyle not ASKING him to.   Though, after a few moments it seemed he’d realized what he was doing and had since switched the topic to something even less interesting– HIS day.  A groan left the teen at the question, not really in the mood to discuss the day’s events– or discuss anything, for that matter.  It wasn’t like anything interesting even happened.  All that did was classes, eating and trying not to die from lack of sleep– completely normal.  

But, he couldn’t just NOT say anything.  While that’d be the easier option, he was raised better than to blatantly ignore someone who was “just being nice”, so after a moment, the ginger sighed once more and finally gave an answer.

“It was just like every other day.”

[princeofego-blog]

Well of course Kyle's day wouldn't be as eventful as his. The guy spends most of his time in the fucking library after all-- the dullest place in the entire building. The only time Clyde could recall of ever entering the library was when he and his ex-girlfriend made out between the farthest shelves (her idea and not his, mind you). Other than that, he could barely remember what the place looked like.

"Seriously?" He opts for a look of disbelief anyway. "Nothing new at all? Not even a 'hello' from Stan? Oh, but then again, I guess that would have been the highlight of your day and judging by the look on your face, I doubt that happened." Wow, did he just seriously say that? He really needs a fucking filter.

"I mean, so how are you and Stan? You guys haven't been hanging around together lately."