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Clyde sat outside next to the front door and watched the people walk be. He sighed and stood up, walking back inside entered Chantelle's room. "Look, I'm sorry for being so cold, I'm just not a person to talk about that kind of stuff with people." He stared at the floor in shame as he stood near the door.
Link jumped a bit when she took his hand, but didn't move his hand away. He blushed and smiled, "I-I would love to hang for a little while." He looked towards the ground, "Thank you, for... you know... being nice and all." He moved slightly closer to Anabell and paused for a moment, "So what do you wanna do?" He looked up at her a smiled.
In reality, Clyde never actually planned on walking back to the school. Hell he didn't even leave property of Chantelle's house. As soon as he walked out the front door, he closed it and sat on the wall right next to it. He pulled his knees close to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and watching the world around him as it progressed, despite his problems. He found a small comfort in the fact that his problems never left an impact on the rest of the world.
Clyde moved away and gently pushed Chantelle off of him, he walked over the the razor blade and put it back into the box. After that, he started to walk towards the door, he seemed to have lost all emotion as he headed out, "I'll see you back at the school then..." With that he left and started towards the school grounds.
Clyde watched as the razor blade was thrown to the ground. He didn't respond to Chantelle when she spoke to him, he just eyed the small blade with a dark expression.
As Chantelle fix him up he sighed turning his body slightly away from her, "It's nothing, don't worry about it..." He looked towards the ground in shame and his hair covered his face.
Clyde placed a hand in the pocket he had placed the small object and went to stand up, when he did his foot slipped and he dropped back to the floor. He made a small whimper and quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket. There was a rather large cut across his thumb which had started bleeding profusely, "God damn it!" He stood up and handed Chantelle the joint, "Do you have a first aid kit around here somewhere?" He cupped his bleeding hand in his other hand and winced in pain.
Clyde rolled the joint and got up walking over to the bags. He knelt down and sifted through the stuff inside, after awhile he pulled out a small box. He handed the joint he was holding to Chantelle, "Hold that for me please." He sat on the floor and opened the small box, making sure Chantelle couldn't see inside. He pulled out a small object and placed it in his pocket. Clyde then closed the box and put it back in the bag. He turned to her and took the rolled up joint back lighting it with the zippo in his back pocket.
Clyde shut the door and placed the box into the room. He chuckled slightly, "Damn, you're like a drug dispenser." He shook his head slightly, "Come on, let's not get too drugged up, we will eventually have to go back to the school." He looked at the lines on the table, "And I like you keep the drugs out of my nose, thank you." He smiled, "I'm more of a pill and smoke kind of guy." He sat on the bed and ran a hand across his face, "Now all I need is a new phone..." He sighed pulling out the busted phone once more and throwing it on top of his box, "I'll need to call the landlady to tell her that I found a place to stay later too."
He sighed in relief, "Thank god, I can rest." He spoke with a joking tone. The drugs seemed to slip out of his system all too quickly as the buzz faded. He frowned, "Man, what I would give to be able to feel the effects of this stuff like you. You are so lucky..." He looked over at Chantelle and changed the subject, "Are we almost there? My arms are about to fall off."
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