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ding ding! ding ding! you yelped as the alarm went off. you had forgotten to change the alarm from the default sound—the most annoying noise on the planet. you scoffed and shut it off, rubbing your eyes. it was only nine thirty, but the sun was burning through your window nonetheless. you stretched and yawned.
you slipped out of the bed, groaning. you walked to your bathroom, the place you haven’t been in before. the tiles were white, the walls pastel green. the shower curtain and bath mat were both green and white striped. in a cup by the sink, there were three toothbrushes, toothpaste, and a whiteboard marker. you picked up the red toothbrush, none of them looked used, and wrote ‘red is y/n’s’ on the mirror with the marker. you brushed your teeth silently, scrolling through your phone with sleepy eyes.
you spit out the minty goop and stretched again. you dropped your fuzzy pants from yesterday before sitting on the toilet. you peed quickly, almost falling asleep on the toilet. once done, you stretched, washing your hands then face.
you walked sluggishly downstairs, rubbing your eyes yet again. your dad was sitting at the kitchen island as he drank black coffee. there was something on the counter but you weren’t sure what.
“good morning, kid,” your dad smiled at you, “your mom’s at a job interview, she’ll be home soon. i made muffins. chocolate.” he continued to scroll through the news. you pulled one out of the pan, unwrapping the parchment paper around it.
“thanks, dad,” you grinned, “where’s mom gonna work?” you pulled out your phone and leaned on the oven.
“this italian restaurant. buca de something. she’ll be a waiter for now but there’s not much work around here,” he took a sip of his coffee, “i’m gonna get a job at the hospital in a few, probably when you start school. don’t want you being alone here for summer.”
you nodded and opened google, searching for ‘coffee near me’. your dad made some, but you weren’t one for black. you stretched again, yawning.
“i’m going to this coffee shop. tweak bro’s is the name,” that’s like that kid from last night. “it’s downtown. i’ll be back.” your dad nodded as you walked back upstairs to change. you shoved the muffin in your teeth as you walked.
you opened your closet, blinking your sleepiness away. you grabbed a pair of baggy light wash jeans and a plain navy hoodie. you pulled on the clothes as you popped your knuckles. the clothes were too big for you, they were completely drowning your body, but comfortable enough for a coffee run. you slid on your solid white sneakers over your socks.
you shuffled back to the bathroom, opening the cabinet under the sink to search for deodorant. you pulled out a bodyspray, deodorant, and a hairbrush. you brushed out your hair, putting on the perfume and antiperspirant. you stared in the mirror as you fluffed and fiddled with your messy hair. good enough, i guess.
you walked out the house, shouting bye to your father. it was sunny out, but fluffy snow still covered almost everything in sight. you walked across town, checking your phone for the directions. it took a while, you had to go through town and past the movie theater. you mentally marked the location of the movies for future reference.
you walked in the quaint coffee shop. a bell rang as you walked in. there was a small line at the front desk, four people exactly. at the desk there was—oh my god its that kid! the boxing champion was taking orders and slinging coffees. he was wearing a green button up, though a few buttons were crooked, and an apron around his waist. his hair was just as long and messy as that photo showed, and he was twitching and blinking. he was muscular like the photo but it was much less obvious in his looser clothes. his name tag said ‘tweek’ as you expected.
you hadn’t noticed as you’d been staring, but the line dissipated. all of the people seemed to take coffee to go. you were in front of the boy now.
“what would you like?” his voice was gravely, his teeth clenched.
you stared at the chalkboard menu behind him, “a mocha frappe please.”
he nodded, punching it into the machine in front of him. “anythi-thing else?”
“no thank you,” you smiled at him.
“can i have a na-name for your order?”
“y/n.”
he nodded and turned to work on the drink. you turned around as well.
there were only two non empty seats. on each side of the establishment, there were two full booths of four boys. the one of the left side had one with a blue floppy hat with a yellow pom pom in the far corner, next to him a black kid with a fade who was wearing a purple zip-up hoodie and a gold watch, on the other side there was a brown haired chubby boy who adorned a red and white letterman jacket with a 10 on the sleeve, and next to him was another one with brown hair wearing a yellow t-shirt. crutches were leaned against the edge of the booth where the last boy sat. on the right was another group, with the green hat boy from wall-mart. next to him, in the corner, a boy with a botched bleach job and black roots had his head down, across was an extremely thin boy with a blonde mullet wearing a almost comically too small orange parka, next to him was a fat boy with light brown hair who was chuckling at the angry expression of the green hat boy. all of the boys had a range of coffee, from hot black to sugary messes.
you sat at the table in front of the boys on the left side. the one with the blue hat watched you sit. you pulled out your phone, trying not to eavesdrop on both groups' conversations.
well, that’s until you heard an odd statement from green hat boy.
“dude, that's the girl from wall-mart! the one ike said that gross stuff about!” you looked over your phone as he turned his face back to the boys. you tried to see what everyone was saying, now that you were the topic.
“can’t believe ike says that stuff, dad teaches him it. disgusting.” the green hat one spoke again.
“they’re pretty though, i don’t blame him,” the orange parka chimed in. the fatter boy laughed at this comment.
“kyheil,” he said, kyle must be green hat’s name, though that kid said it funny, “there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“yes, there is, fatass. just shut up,” kyle scoffed.
the bleach hair boy turned around to you. his eyes were puffy and red, like he’d been crying or smoking, you couldn't tell. he squinted at you and waved with a grin.
“they’re listening to what we’re saying guys,” he giggled and flipped back around to his friends. your face flushed as you stuck your nose back in your phone. you heard kyle mumble a ‘shit.’ they changed their now hushed conversation and you stopped listening.
“y/n,” the blonde cashier called out, placing your drink on the pickup counter. you swifty grabbed it before returning to your seat. when you got back, there was someone waiting for you.
it was the letterman jacket boy from the left side booth leaning his arm on the chair across from yours. you heard one of his friends mumble “clyde don’t do this,” with a nasally, monotone voice.
“hello, cutie,” the clyde boy said, smirking at you.
“hi?” you looked at him, sipping your cold drink.
“i’m clyde,” i heard, “i’ve never seen you before. you new ‘round here?” you turned to his friends, they were all shaking their heads and sighing at clyde.
“i moved here yesterday, actually. my name’s y/n,” you giggled at him and his friends when you saw kyles group were looking at you. you noticed that no one other than the boys, you, and tweek were in this place.
“cool, cool. you, uh,” he looked at his friends and mouthed ‘help’, they simply sighed, “wanna go out sometime? not like a date. like you wanna hang out with me and the guys? oh god.” he pinched his nose bridge in embarrassment and scoffed at himself.
you giggled, taking another sip of your drink, “sure!” clyde looked at you in shock with no idea how that worked. he sat back down next to the yellow shirt who was now in the corner, scooting in to give you a spot. you slid in next to him.
you waved awkwardly, kyles group glared at you in surprise, before turning back to whisper among themselves. there was a collective shy “hi” from all the boys at clyde’s table.
“so, y/n,” clyde cleared his throat, “this is jimmy, the crutches are his,” he pointed a sideways thumb at the boy next to him, “thats craig,” he pointed to the blue hat boy, “and that’s tolkien,” he finally pointed at the purple hoodie kid.
“hi, y/n!” tolkien was the only one to address you, though craig and jimmy glared with very different looks on their faces. jimmy’s expression seemed more like curiosity and shock, while craig had a blank face with a hint of disdain (though you weren’t sure if it was directed at you or clyde. maybe he just had resting bitch face.)
“what g-g-grade are you in?” jimmy spoke, you noticed his lazy eye as he did. he seemed nice.
“going into my sophomore year, you guys?” you smiled at him, taking a sip of your drink again.
“same here!” tolkien piped up, “so where’d you move from?”
“oh, c/n. small town. my dad moved for better work after he got his doctorate finally,” you blabbed, “i think this town is smaller though.”
this back and forth interviewing went on for a while, until everyone was done with their drinks. it was nice, all the boys were, even if you could feel four pairs of eyes boring into your soul.
“you guys r-r-read-read-re-ready to go?” jimmy smiled. the group all nodded and slid out. clyde kindly helped jimmy onto his crutches, you weren't sure what he had but it wasn’t your business anyways.
craig walked to the counter as you and the others threw away your empty drinks. he hadn’t said a word to you since you sat, only bickering flatly with the other boys and sighing.
“come on, tweek. your shift’s over,” he checked his phone as he spoke to the blonde.
“gah!” tweek yelped as he hadn’t noticed craig before he said anything, “one second.” he walked to the backroom, swiftly returning with his apron off and a sweater over his button-up. an older man with light brown hair came out of the room behind him. he slipped out from behind the counter and walked with craig.
“bye, dad!” tweek exclaimed but to no response. you raised a hand shyly at the boy, feeling embarrassed for having seen the picture of him from the night before.
“tweek, this is y/n,” craig mumbled nasally as you left the cafe. the boy’s stood outside the door, watching each other. tweek grumbled a greeting you couldn't hear, fumbling with his sweater. he was much cuter in person.
“so, sweetheart,” clyde leaned on the concrete wall behind you and raised an eyebrow, “you need a walk home? or you just wanna come over to my place?”
you giggled and nodded, “my place would be just fine, clyde.”
“see you guys later,” clyde grabbed your hand and winked at his friends. they all recoiled but jimmy gave him a small thumbs up. you said a quick bye as you walked away from the group and pulling your hand out of clyde’s grasp.
“where do you live?” clyde asked, stopping in his tracks by the movies as realized he had no idea where he was going.
“oh! i don’t know the street name but it’s the red house by the bus stop, next to the brown one,” you grinned and hoped he knew where you meant.
“oh, yeah! i live near there, well, pretty much everyone does. there’s only four neighborhoods and one of them is just tolkien’s house,” he chuckled, “you live next to butters?”
you giggled, not exactly sure how true his comment was. “if the brown house is his, yes i do! weird name.”
“he’s a total dork. goodluck living next to all that.”
there was a pause as you didn’t know what to say to him. you coughed awkwardly. “you guys are nice, how long have you known each other?” you asked.
“elementary school, we’ve had the same people in class since kindergarten. me, craig, and them, stan’s gang too.”
“stan’s gang?” you questioned as you turned onto main street, passing the photo dojo.
“kyle, who knew you i guess, stan, the drunk one, cartman, the fat one, and kenny, he’s poor. butters is technically in their group but i think kenny is the only one who likes him. but it’s fine ‘cause butters only likes kenny,” he sure does talk a lot, “but, yeah. back in third or fourth grade we split into two groups. tweek and butters became a part of their groups later but still. all the girls are in wendy’s gang. there’s very few stragglers in our grade, but you’ll meet them.”
“oh, uh, cool?” you were very confused but went along with him, following as he walked closer to the bus stop. wendy? “am i a part of clyde’s group now?”
he chuckled, “could be. though it's technically ‘craig’s gang’. i like clyde’s group better though, keep it. i’ll talk to craig, he might not like it though,” he grinned.
“this is you, right?” he pointed at the bright red house, you nodded, “i’ll see you tonight at my place. brown house on the other side of the stop.”
he walked off as you shouted, “bye!” you walked to your doorstep, opening the door like you’d lived here forever. you repeated 'brown house, opposite side' in your head until you couldn't forget.
you walked through the living room to the kitchen.
“where have you been?” your father, who was still sitting in there, cocked a brow at you, “you left at nine forty and it’s almost eleven.”
“long walk, made some friends, guy took the long walk back with me.” you walked right back out of the kitchen, drained from the talkative morning.
you walked back up to your room, your mom must've still been at that interview. you took off your shoes and lazily kicked them somewhere on your floor. you decided to leave your clothes on as you’d be seeing clyde again that night. you realized you should probably ask what time.
you flopped on the bed, deciding to stalk that instagram again. you scanned the followers for a ‘clyde’. you didn't get very far until a text arose from the exact account you needed.
8pm be there or be square y/n
howd u find my account?? stalker
ur the most recent follower of the school account dude
it was very easy
lolol okay
brown house other side of the bus stop
thats me
jimmy and tweek r comign too
no craig or tolkien?
craig got a stick up his ass about u sorry
were working on it though
tolkien busy
whats craigs problem
hes a loser
you changed the chat theme to something a tad more interesting before liking his last message. you set an alarm for 7:30 as you were cautious about getting lost.
you texted your dad.
going to go to those friends i mentioned house tonight 7:30
wont stay the night
lives down the road
okay
use protection
ew
you made a face at his response but moved on quickly, deciding to go make some lunch.
you walked downstairs and put together a simple sandwich and chips. you scarfed it down like you were starving in an attempt to fix the stomach ache your coffee gave you.
after you ate you spent the next few hours doing nothing really. you took a quick shower but didn't wash your hair. you decided to change into a nicer ribbed top afterwards but planned to still take your hoodie. you lied on your blue couch and stared at your phone as you waited. you followed clyde’s account and accepted his follow request as well since you forgot earlier.
as you watched another mindless tiktok, your alarm went off. that brain numbing ding ding! ding ding! sent shivers down your spine. you had to change that noise soon. you left your house quickly, the couch was right by the door.
“bye dad!” you shouted towards the upstairs.
“be safe!” he said loudly through the house.
it was a short-ish walk to clyde’s house. you spotted the dark brown house. it was identical to yours and all the other houses, five windows and a garage.
you knocked on the door, it was about 7:50 now. you were early but you were sure it would be okay. tweek opened the door.
“hi, y/n!” you leaned around him, trying to see clyde. you heard his voice but couldn't see him.
“hi, tweek,” you mumbled back. the tall blonde let you through the door into clyde’s living room.
“oh-oh shit, she’s here, clyde!” jimmy was sitting on the couch, his crutches leaned against the arm on the opposite side of him. tweek sat next to him. there were blankets and pillows on the floor and jimmy was scrolling through netflix. clyde ran down the stairs. his house was like yours, presumably every house was.
“hey, babe,” he smirked, leaning on the stairrail. his warm brown hair was a complete mess. he was now wearing a shirt with some sport logo on the outside, but it was inside out. “what’s up?”
you giggled at him. his attempts at flirting were awkward and a little uncomfortable but he had enough charm for you to excuse it. “what are we doing?” clyde ran to sit in front of the couch, waving for you to follow. you did, sitting in between tweeks legs, he was tapping both rapidly. you placed your hand on one of his knees, trying to get him to stop. he did. clyde made a face a tweek, but you couldn't read it.
“watching a movie. i don't know what, jimmy's picking,” clyde said.
“h-h-how does this sound?” jimmy clicked a movie. to be frank, it looked like shit.
“jimmy!” tweek exclaimed, “that looks like shit!” he read your mind.
“guys, at least he picked something.” you and tweek sighed as the movie started. it was about these genius babies, stupid.
about thirty minutes in, you had lied down with your head bumped against clyde’s criss-crossed legs. you felt your phone buzz and you pulled it out. it was your mom.
i invited the stotches over for late dinner honey
the have a boy your age. hes cute
not a redhead
come home now
okay
you stood up quickly, using tweeks leg to pull you up. he made a face as you must've gripped too hard. dusting off your butt, you mumbled out an excuse.
“my mom needs me, gotta go!” you turned and left quickly, praying you weren't in trouble. you heard a series of bye’s and mumbled profanities.
you walked quickly though the neighborhood. it was almost dark out. it was getting cold so you pulled the navy hoddie from your waist and over your body. what was that kid’s name? bu-something.
you ran up to the house, opening the door and sprinting to the kicthen.
“hey, sorry i’m late.”