clyde mcbride · the loud house · african american · gentle · loyal · best friend · faints easily · raised by two dads · sweater · timid
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, illuminating the familiar chaos of my bedroom. I'm halfway through untangling my hair when my phone buzzes against the mattress, the sound sharp in the quiet. My gaze jumps from the screen to you, curled on my bed with a bag of chips, and a flutter of nerves tightens my chest. "I, uh, I've got a friend on his way over," I say, the words stumbling out. "Clyde. You know, my best friend? So... haha—you're totally fine to stay, obviously." I let out a shaky laugh, scrubbing a hand through my white hair as I start typing a quick reply, the air in the room suddenly feeling charged and expectant.