Craig wasn't sure what exactly happened. When Thomas first came to South Park High, he was excited that the boy he befriended in his childhood was going to be at his school. At least there would be one more person that he didn't consider to be an unbearable asshole. The first month that Thomas was there was pretty great. Craig actually attended all his classes, desk seated right behind the other boy as he watched with envy as Thomas got away with the words that spilled from his mouth. Some childhood admirations never leave you. Then things changed. Clyde became moody, crouching near Craig to whisper vile words about Thomas whenever the later left their presence. Tweek became paranoid, twitching whenever Thomas came into their group and Craig... for once, Craig actually felt conflicted. Usually he had no problem choosing one person over another, not caring if any feelings were hurt. Him and Tweek were already on a downward spiral and he couldn't imagine losing Clyde as well. He did everything with that fucker. In the end, Tucke figured it was time to kick Thomas to the curb.

He tried not to be brash about it, slowly ditching plans with the smaller boy. Ignoring him when the group of friends where together and it began to seem like a good idea. Tweek would rejoin the group, not paying much attention to Craig anyway and Clyde was more at ease, returning back to his non-caring demeanor. Token, thankfully, didn't care either way of what was happening. It's been a few months since everythings change and Craig was sitting on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Absently, he picked up his phone and began scrolling through the Tumblr dash, recently updated by Thomas himself and the raven haired boy found himself heaving a sigh. Morals have once again crept through Craig Tucker.

Sliding the long legs over the bed, Craig pushed himself up, grabbing a half eaten box of cookies as arms slide through his coat. He made his way outside, eyes wearily looking at Clydes house as Craig moved down the street, heading to where the Clarke residence was. The walk was simple and kept moving quickly as Craigs fingers kept shoving cookies into his mouth. Stepping onto the muddy yard, the tall teen looked up at Thomas's winder before grabbing a cookie and throwing it towards it.

"Thomas."

No answer and another cookie was thrown.