(Dylyn)

          I'll spare you my bullsh*t excuses and just explain that you all can kill me for not updating sooner. Please, I'm a terrible person. Do it... ;-;

          I cannot apologies enough for not updating sooner and for posting so late,  but if it helps you can kill me after.

          AND BTW THANK YOU FOR 14K NO JOKE I'M DYING. Okay, so....

          (Enjoy!!!)

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~Le Timeskip To 11am~

-Token's Pov.-

          "Craig, It wasn't Tweek! Just calm down please!" Clyde pleaded as we dragged Craig's ass inside the Taco Bell for lunch.

          "You don't fucking know that, we didn't get a good look!" Craig yelled, causing Clyde to flinch and gather tears in his eyes.

          Just an hour ago, my phone went off from the stupid NewsApp my parents made me download last year.

We all finished our part of the search and met at Stark's Pond to share what we found out. None of us came any closer to finding him, but Clyde said something about the Seniors killing him. He sounded stupid, but I think Craig really believed him.

My phone buzzed, and I thought it wasn't important. I checked anyways, just in case. It was a report from my NewsApp, SPN (SouthParkNews) or something. I normally ignore those, but this one caught my eye.

A Suicide...

"Guys, you're gonna wanna see this...." was all I said and the quickly hutlled around me as my eyes skimmed what they had of the article so far. They hadn't finished, so we only read a small bit of info.

Suicide
Updates 5mins ago :

Suicide at South Park High School has everyone worried and a 'bout. Around the time of 9:45am, an anonymous call came in, saying that there was a sighting of a young boy on the edge of the roof of South Park High.

Victim seems to be a boy, around the age of sixteen or seventeen with blond hair. The boy is also anorexic and frail, making his injuries more critical.

The incident occurred such as:

An elderly woman was then on the screen with a play button, but I didn't need to watch the video to already get some bad ideas...

"Craig..." I was too late, I turned around and he was rushing to South Park High with Clyde on his tale. I quickly followed after them, and we arrived when the reporter was talking to their camera and the body was being placed into the ambulance with a sheet over it. Police were also attempting to block the news paper writers from entering the scene.

I looked over at Craig. He lost all the color in his face and was whiter than the snow on the ground. I trailed where his eyes were, and they lead to the ambulance. I leaned a bit over the tape to get a better look.

It was a blond alright. There hair was sprawled out and there was blood soaking around the white sheet on them. I tried to decipher the body, but it could be anyone blond here.

Kenny, Thomas, maybe Butters...Or Pip...

Or Tweek...

I couldn't tell, and that scared me to death. Everyone is my friend, a least I think so. And one of the just jumped off the high school to end there life. And that horrified me.

I looked back to them. Craig had tears in his eyes, but they didn't leave. Clyde was leaning as far over the police tape as he could, squinting to try and see who it was.

"Alright people, back up! This is now a police investigation! No more than ten feet!" The officer began to push us back and away from the tape.

Clyde let out a groan and walked back himself, but Craig just stood shocked. He let the officer push him away from the body, but he didn't seem to care. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he finally halted.

Clyde stuck his tongue out at the officer who just shot a glare back.

"It wasn't Tweek." Clyde spoke in the most serious tone I'be ever heard him in. Both Craig and I looked at him, wide-eyed. Clyde isn't the serious type, so this took me a bit off-guard as he crossed his arms and shot us a glare. "What? The blond hair was lighter, plus Tweek is taller then that. It's obvious."

          After that, Clyde and I decided to get something to eat. We had to nearly drag Craig here because he refused to leave until he knew the body wasn't Tweek's. He nearly charged the police man behind the police tape because he got so mad at us.

           It's normal for Craig to get pissed. A regular thing even, but I've never seen it this bad before. Then again, I did always know he would risk a few days/years in prison for something he's passionate about. And that was Tweek, alright.

           We finally got him to the Taco Bell after a long way of nearly carrying him. Clyde picked the restaurant because Craig didn't care and I'm a softie and didn't argue.

           "Craig, Please calm down! Why don't you believe me!?" Clyde pleaded, his eyes glossy and filled with tears threatening to fall. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and comfort him, but I resisted. It was just an impulse I get because I have to comfort him so much anyways. That's all.

          "How the fuck could you know!" Craig trampled, stomping inside the restaurant and to the table in the corner. He plops down in one of the seats and crossed his arms, scowling at anything he sees.

          The breakdown is coming soon....*sigh

          I here Clyde let out a long sigh next to me. He buries his face in his hands and tries to control his heavy breathing.

          "It's alright Clyde, Craig's just frustrated..." I say, try to calm him down. I pat his back a bit, which just makes him wrap his arms around me and cling onto me.

          "Carry me...." He says, his words a bit muffled as he buries his face in my chest. I roll my eyes, but pick him up and carry him to the table. I hear his sniffles and shaky breaths, but soon he calms down.

          I make it to the table and set Clyde down in a seat, taking the one across from him and next to Craig. I look to my left to see Craig lightly banging his head on the table.

         Clyde and I both have him a concerned look as he snaked his hands around his neck and dug his nails into his flesh.

          "Clyde, you should go order for us," I said, pulling out my wallet. He tilted his head at me as I handed him 20$. He just stared at it for a bit, but then I motioned to Craig. Clyde made an 'oh' with his mouth before taking the money and going up to the counter.

          I watched Clyde walk up to the counter, then brought my gaze back to Craig. His nails were digging into his neck as he kept banging his head on the table.

          "Craig, what the hell is wrong with you?" I question in a forcefully concerned voice. Craig remand silent.

          I huffed at him, furrowing my eyebrows as he lifted his head up. His pissed off expression was faded by now, but he still didn't look happy.

          "I don't fucking know." He said in a calm but clearly still furious tone. He dropped his hands from his neck and set them on the table. I gazed at his fingertips, which now had smudged blood on and under his fingertips.

          My eyes widened as I reach over and took a few napkins from its holder. I carefully wiped off his finger tips as he sat there, a pained expression on as he stared at the ceiling.

          My concern for him seems to grow every minute. He's only acted this way two other times, but at least Clyde an I know how to handle it this time.

          The first time we nearly shit ourselves.

          As I cleaned up his fingers, I thought of a way to cheer him up. And let me just inform you, it's probably the hardest thing to do.

          Craig didn't have many likes, besides us and his family. That includes Stripe. But at the moment, he seems to have taking a intense liking to Tweek.

          He wasn't fooling anyone. It was absolutely clear he was gay as fuck for Tweek. I just haven't cared to bring it up to him because I knew for a fact, he will get completely defensive. That's our Craig, am I right?

          "Remember in the 7th grade...." I began, feeling the nostalgia for the good old days come to me. "When you were arrested for nearly killing Eric with a baseball bat?"

          In 7th grade, we were hanging out with Stan's gang and playing baseball in the new field they made. We were all getting along, until Cartman called Tweek a few thousand names, made him cry, pushed him down, and hurt Tweek for 'the last time'. Craig was up to bat, but instead he took a swing at Cartman's face, which lead to hitting him everywhere.

          It sounds like a 'funny story' kind of thing, but at the time it was big deal. Bringing up this moment to him is like waking up a sleep-walker; undoubtably dangerous, yet having a possible good outcome. It was one of our favorite thins to laugh about after all. And I'll take any chance I get for my friends.

          Craig let out a single chuckle, thinking back just as I was. I smiled lithely and reached up, drying the blood leaking from his neck.

          "Of course I do, how could I forget," he replied, leaning down, allowing me to clean off the blood from his neck. A light and meek smile appeared on his face, making me sigh in relief. "The Police Station Prison was so fucking cold...."

          I laughed a bit at his comment, crumpling up the napkin as I tossed it on the table. I gave myself a mental point for making him feel a little better.

          "I still can't believe you did that, even after 4 years," I said, shaking my head at him. He rolled his eyes and laid his head on the cold table, facing me.

          "What can I stay, I really hate that pig...." He trailed off, his grin fading. He looked away from me and at the table. My concern grew again as I saw tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

          I watched a tear fall out of his eye, which nearly made me want to cry. If your like me, it really does hurt to see your friend, best friend even, cry. That's probably why I feel like a million daggers are being shot at my back when I let Clyde cry on me.

          "Craig...." I lean down to his level, laying my head on the table with him as another year slipped out of his eye. "Are you really okay...."

           There was complete silence for a while. Not even the other people in the restaurant were making a noise, maybe it was just me though.

          The silence made me more worried, not to mention the fact that Craig won't make eye contact with me. He just laid there, dragging his eyes around the room as tears fell from them.

         I heard him let out a shaky sigh and close his eyes which, caused more tears to stream onto the table. Before I could try and give him some comforting words, his eyes slowly opened and he stared me straight in the eye.

          "N-No, Token...I...." He gulped down his sobs as his breathing began to hitch. "I'm not...I'm not o-okay...."

          I could swear I could hear my heart snap as he said that. I immediately scooted closer to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

          I'm done using words, sometimes people just need a shoulder to cry on....

          "Don't cry, it'll be okay..." I comforted. Craig tensed up a bit at first, but soon enough, he lifted his head and buried his face in my sweater. I feel his warm tears soak my sweater as he attempts to contain his sobs.

          Unfortunately, a few slip out, causing him to tremble more and more by the minute. I wrap my other arm around him and rub circles in his back soothingly.

            I feel super gay right now.

           I keep repeating 'no homo' in my head as he grips my sweater.

            I'd hate to be rude at a moment like this, but if he doesn't compose himself soon, someone might walk in to see this. And the last thing I want is for Craig to lose his 'cred' too.

          God knows what would happen if he lost his 'cred'.

          I heard a gasp that caused me to look away from him. Clyde stood in front of us with our food with a worried look on. He quickly dropped the food table before rushing around the table.

"Craig are you alright?!" He whisper-shouted, wrapping his arms around Craig like I was. Craig attempted to respond, but it just came out as another choked sob.

Clyde didn't question him as he trembled, he just laid his head on Craig's back.

"Don't cry Craig, it'll be okay dude...." Cylde whispered, hugging him a little tighter. Clyde and I met eyes for a second, and he mouthed 'right?' With a sad expression.

It hurt to mouth back an 'I don't know', because I really was afraid something would happen.

We sat there in peace, Craig's break-down simmering, when we heard the last voice we needed to.

"Hey dipshits," we heard a voice shout evilly at us. Clyde and I both turned to him, but Craig just froze. "What's with the gay-fest?"

Eric. Fucking. Cartman.

I looked to see all the color drain from Clyde as we watch Eric smirk scarily at us. I, on the other hand, felt anger boil in me. This was the absolute worst time for him to show up.

"Fuck. Off." I defended, letting go of Craig to block Eric's sight from Craig. I stood up with my back to Craig and Clyde so he couldn't see either of them.

He gave me an amused smirk as he attempted looking around me.

"Well, well, well....Looks like we have another Crybaby. What happened, did you're fuck buddy, Tweeky, leave you?"

          Oh. Fucking. Shit.

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   (Dylyn)

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