The door bell rings just as Clyde gasps. Currently, we're sat in my living room. A blanket is laid over our laps, a bowl of popcorn balancing; half on my knee, half on Clyde's. We're sat so close that it's possible for this to happen.

Any sudden movements will cause the bowl to fall, and it won't be very pleasant to clean it all up.

I pick up the overflowing popcorn bowl, placing it only on Clyde's lap. His hand plunges into the golden mess, his eyes staying glued to the screen. I slowly stand up, stretching.

When you're as tall as I am, it's always very uncomfortable to sit so scrunched up for so long. The door bell rings sharply, again. It's once again followed by an over dramatic gasp from Clyde, and the ending theme to the current episode of Sailor Moon Clyde is so obsessed with.

I approach my door, and swiftly open just as the person behind it presses their finger against the doorbell. It's Craig.

"Thank you for attempting to break my door bell," I tell him, but I smile anyway. It's always polite to smile at the person waiting outside your door.

However, Craig pushes past me and is no longer waiting outside my door. He strides into the living room, uninvited.

I sigh, mumbling. "Cash me outside, howbout dah." Yet I let him stay.

"Fighting evil by moonlight. Winning love by daylight. Never running from a real fight. She is the one named Sailor Moon!" Clyde chants along to the opening theme of the next episode, almost spilling the bowl of popcorn with his ridiculous yet adorable dancing.

"Clyde!" I scold, rushing over to move the popcorn bowl. "My mum will actually destroy me if we make a mess."

Clyde smiles apologetically, still singing the song.

I face Craig. "Not that I'm complaining," I start, my head slightly dipped to look into Craig's eyes, "but what brings you here?"

Craig shuffles in his spot. "You know, it's really offensive to talk down to me like that. I'm not even that much shorter than you."

"He does this all the time." Clyde butts in, munching on popcorn. "Even if you're a centimetre shorter than him, he's still taller."

I smile at Clyde. "Thank you for clearing thinks up Clyde."

"I find that quite racist." Craig randomly says, hand on his hip.

"How is that even remotely racist?" I ask, and Craig shrugs.

"It's something with the phrase 'ist' added on." Craig randomly hand gestures in an attempt to get his point across. I giggle.

Clyde snorts. "I may as well repeat the question," he begins, leaning back on the couch. The popcorn bowl shakes causing my breath to hitch. "What do you want Craig?"

"Oh, yeah." He says, as if he had forgotten why he had come here. He randomly grabs my hand and clutches it, and I'm instantly shocked at how unusually soft his skin is.

Normally, I wouldn't compare human skin to silk, because that's just creepy, but still.

"Uh.. Craig?" I ask, trying to tug my hand back but his grip is strong.

"What I want is to speak to Kevin, privately." At the added word, Clyde stands up. The popcorn bowl tumbles to the floor. I whimper.

"Why privately?" Clyde instantly asks, the blanket falling from his lap and laying at his feet like a cat. "What can't you say in front of me? What is this, some kind of twisted love confession?" He gestures wildly to the untwined hands, and I instantly pull my hand away.

"Clyde, that's sweet." I smile at the adorable dork, who huffs, eyes piercing into Craig. "Even if it was a love confession, you know I'd decline it."

"But Craig is hotter than me!" Clyde sniffs, hands balled into fists at his sides.

"Clyde, it's really not that difficult to be hotter than you." Craig says, making it worse as I rush over to Clyde to comfort him. "I mean, even this ex- braces, chubby dork is hotter than you."

Craig clearly motions to me, then immediately shuts his mouth. I can't help my cheeks from burning as I wrap my arms around my shorter boyfriend. Craig's cheeks are also red, and he's biting on his bottom lip.

I reassure Clyde in whispers that I prefer him over Craig, and slowly, but surely, I am allowed to recruit to my bedroom with Craig Tucker, alone.

As soon as we enter, Craig closes the door behind him. He leans against it for a second, eyes closed. Then, the lock clicks and he strides towards my dressing table. Upon it are my Star Wars figures, perfectly placed in a battle, Kylo and Fin locked in a duel.

Craig swiftly lays his full arm on the right side of the table, facing me.

"In one swift sweep," he begins, drumming his nails against the wood, "they can be on the floor."

My eyes widen. My pulse quickens.

"Craig," I gulp, reaching out towards him slowly. "We can come to an agreement, whatever you want, it doesn't have to end in violence."

Craig's nails are still tapping, again and again at the same pace.

"What is it you desire?" I ask him, close enough to tug on his sleeve. I can tell my eyes are pleading, but can you blame me? These figures are all my life savings.

All of my life has been dedicated to them! I can't risk them breaking when they come into contact with the floor!

"I," Craig begins dramatically, as if he's about to preform a monologue. "Want you to help me audition for Scarecrow."

Craig's words tumble out of his mouth so fast, that I can barely make sense of them. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, his arm still firmly placed upon my drawer.

I let go of his sleeve, and give him a look.

"Really?" I ask, hand now placed on my hip. He nods. "Craig! I would've helped you anyway!"

"Seriously?" He asks, almost in a state of disbelief. "So I don't have to harm your figures?"

"No! You defiantly don't!" I pull him out of the way, pushing him down to sit on my bed. First, I check that my figures are perfectly placed, then I stand in front of Craig.

"There's a few minor promises you have to make me first." Craig says, resting back with his arms holding him up. His grey eyes meet mine.

"Carry on." I tell him.

"You cannot tell Tweek I'm auditioning. He's really keen on getting this role, but I want it too." I nod.

"Sure, I'll keep the audition a secret. But you do realise, if you're casted in the play Tweek will find out."

"That's where the second promise arises. Do not effect Ms. Davis' judgement on the role." I sit beside Craig, stretching out my legs.

"Just on the role of Scarecrow?" Craig hums.

"Say anything you wise about the other roles. But only let Ms. Davis decide for Scarecrow."

"Okay." I smile at Craig, feeling excitement run through my veins. "I can just tell this is going to be fun. Tomorrow, I'll get you a copy of the script and we can rehearse. How's that sound?"

Craig sits up, his leg brushing against mine.

"Sounds great."

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I am so sorry this chapter is so late! Hopefully, another chapter will be out later today. It depends on if I have the drive to update