Dramatic: ACT I (COMPLETED)(South Park) {Boyxboy}

Chapter 2| Clyde

I leant against the wall backstage. I was surrounded by the destruction Craig and I had caused just hours ago. It was quite busy back here. Students rushing around, carrying scripts, copies of Alice  in Wonderland on DVD and props. On the floor next to me, the destroyed costume were laid out in line. Costumes ranging from the main ones to the extras, all destroyed. On the other side of me, was the scene from the tea party. Craig, as artistic as he is, has sprayed a very detailed drawing of Alice and the Hatter. Alice was on her knees, and giving the Mad Hatter a blow job.

I looked back at the costumes and couldn't help but burst out laughing. Alice's costume was one of my favourite creations. We had cut holes into the machine stitched cotton dress. The holes were located in rude places, so when the girl playing Alice wore the dress you'd be able to see her indecent. Plus, Craig had decided to spray boobs onto the apron along with black censor bars over the front and back of the dress. Craig had also decided to paint the shoes red, a throw back to the Wizard of Oz (even if he didn't like to admit it, Craig loved the movie).

The Mad Hatter's costume wasn't any better. Dicks spayed onto the hat, his cards cut and ripped, his waistcoat and pants cut short. Craig had stolen some sand paper and attacked the shoes, ripping the leather off.

The list went on and on. Spray painted dicks, boobs and curse words. Scuffed shoes with cut up laces. Shredded cards and ripped dresses. A little part of me did feel guilty. If Ms. Davis wasn't over exaggerating, which she did a lot, this girl must've spent so much time on these costumes.

I have to admit, when we found then they looked flawless. I really can't wait to work with this girl though. I bet she wears really tight clothes and has huge boobs. I hope so anyway. Maybe it's Red. Even though she's related to Craig she's still hot as fuck.

I wait a while longer, getting dirty looks from other members of the production, when the stage door opens. A figure walks out. Carrying a large pile of fabric that covers their face and chest. A small, transparent box is rested on top on the fabric. Various needles, thread, sequins and other sewing equipment inside of it.

The person is wearing black boots, black jeans and a red shirt. I stare at them as they slowly walk towards me. She has small thighs, so definitely not a brunette. Her arms are also thin too, her fingernails cut short and unpainted. Defiantly not a blonde girl then, they always have long, polished and pretty fingernails. Maybe a raven? That would explain the pale skin..

I didn't have time to ponder my thoughts about the figure anymore. The next thing I knew, they had tripped over one of Alice's red shoes and were lying on the floor. Their fabric scattered all around them. That's when I realised,  this wasn't a girl. This was a guy.

I couldn't see his face, his black, messy bangs were covering his eyes as he looked down to gather all his fabric. I knelt down to help him, and I had gathered three folded pieces of fabric. He had five. That's when we both reached for the transparent case at the same exact time. Our hands brushed.

Awkwardly, he retracted his hand like mine was one fire. I grabbed the case and stood up. He did too, with a small struggle, and he looked at me blankly. Now, I could see his whole face.

His eyes were a stunning blue, bright, almost like ice. His skin was pale, his cheeks flushed. His hair was a light shade of black, and was messy covering most of his forehead. The red shirt, was actually the face of a Star Wars character with a quote underneath. He was about an inch taller than me, maybe less, and he was rather cute.

I mean, I expected a hot girl, but he's not bad to look at either.

"Ah, so you're the costume wrecker?" He asks me, walking towards me and snatching the material out of my hands. I offered him the case, but he told me to keep hold of it.

The tone of his voice, he sounds like he hates me. A challenge maybe?

"Yes, I am. But, before anything else happens between us, I'd like to apologise." I say, smiling at him. He raised an eyebrow, and shook his head.

"That is not happening. I know who you are Clyde Donavon. You've slept with half the grade. I'm not falling for your tricks." He said simply, walking out from behind the stage into the empty hallway.

Currently, lessons were going on. So everyone was in their classrooms. Everyone but the drama students and the hallways monitors.

"BRO!" Eric Cartman shouted, running in front of us. I cursed, and rolled my eyes. "Where's your hall pass bro?! Stay with Christ! One of you better have a hall pass!"

The raven sighed in frustration, shaking his head.

"It's in my back pocket. Grab it Clyde, and I'll know if you try anything."

Damn. This guy knows all my tricks. But, I do love a challenge.

I grab the hall pass, and shove it under Cartman's stupid nose. He nods, stroking his fake beard and heading down the hallway talking into his walkie talkie to someone called Beth.

"Come on Clyde, I've got a week to get these costumes finished. And by the way, my names Kevin. Kevin Stoley."

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