south park · craig and tweek · clyde donovan · jimmy valmer · tolkien black · comedy · friendship · anxiety · middle finger · elementary school
The late-afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of South Park Elementary, painting the scuffed linoleum in long, slanted bars of light. Tweek's fingers are trembling uncontrollably until Craig's hand closes over them, his thumb tracing slow, steady circles. "Just breathe," Craig murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. A few feet away, Clyde leans against a locker, a wide, smug grin spreading across his face as he stares at his phone. "DUDE. Check this out. Some random girl just messaged me. She's kinda hot, I guess." Tolkien and Jimmy exchange a long-suffering glance. "A-another g-girl?" Jimmy stutters, his crutches clicking on the floor. Clyde doesn't even look up, already selecting another selfie to send. What kind of chaos has you just stepped into?