Please Bear with me! My first attempt at writting....Written in Clyde's point of view. Prolly Ooc....Still Review and enjoy! Should I continue?

Best Friends. Craig and I have been that way for as long as I can remember. We shared that common interest of ripping on Cartman and the bond developed from there. We started hanging out, playing video games with each other, studying together, and now it's a well know fact in school that we're best friends. Best Friends……So why have things become so awkward between us? Ok ok let me rephrase that….Why have I become so awkward? Craig wouldn't notice (or care for that matter) if Mr. Garrison had a crush on him. He was so indifferent about everything, so cool. That's why I looked up to him. If a person called him retarded or ugly or some stupid shit like that, he'd make sure they would regret it ….boy or girl; it didn't matter. The thing was, I usually ripped on him all the time, y'know for fun, and he almost never got sore or angry or anything (He always flicked me off, but I had become sort of immune to that…). I know we were best friends but, I don't know. I try not to think about those things too hard. Wendy says he has….what was it?..A "soft spot" for me or whatever. Yeah right.

"I even saw him beat up that Kevin kid to a bloody pulp for calling you chubby that one day!" She exclaimed her eyes sparkling with the wonder of gossip. God, that chick can be so annoying sometimes.

Anyway, the first time I noticed Craig's…well change was in the 9th grade. The day had not been particularly interesting, besides the occasional toilet overflowing in the hall or one of Kyle's science projects blowing up, again. I was sitting in history watching the clock attentively. Ever tick was painfully slower than the last and our teacher's monotonous voice was intent on putting us all into immediate coma. Craig was sleep, as always, he didn't care much for listening to useless drabble (Though I did it all the time…). I always let him copy my notes anyway. I pried my attention off the clock momentarily to look at my slumbering companion. Usually by this time, seventy-four percent of the world's water supply would be solely on his desk. It depended on how boring the lecture was, however. Surprisingly, his desk and face were drool free and I checked my notes to see what we were learning. Civil War….for millionth time. Nothing too captivating. Reluctantly, I glanced over at him again. The scowl that normally graced his face was replaced with a peaceful look of content. He looked so calm; it was almost eerie. Stray strands of ebony hair rested idly across his eyes and nose, barely moving with the small breaths that escaped his slightly parted lips. I gulped. It was in this class when I realized: Craig Tucker was incredibly attractive. It was also in this class where I came to the conclusion I was officially screwed.