Dennis. He needed to apologize for diffindo'ing his trousers in the bathroom all those months ago and it weighed heavily on Clark. It was a dirty move from him. Clark already had something planned as a peace offering, the two pairs of matching pants that he found, apparently called something along the lines of a Dream Pantaloon. He gave one to someone for their birthday, but he had never once wore it. It looked so soft and cuddlable, so much so that he figured it was enough for Clark and Dennis to be friends again if both of them could wear something identical to one another.
Clark didn't know what to do really just to preserve a friendship. Maybe Dennis could see it as an attempt to earn friendship. Dennis meant something to Clark and what Clark said in the bathroom and did to him when he left was not okay. Clark wrote him a letter asking him to meet him out there by the Great Lake, for a swim. He walked near the boathouse and put down the silk dream pantaloons, messily clumping up on the ground, and took off his shirt and pants, to reveal his bathing suit underneath, a neon green speedo.
Sigh. Hopefully Dennis would meet him out here. What was he going to say to the wonderful friend? He didn't know. But he wanted him there. He couldn't be alone. It was a new school year, he really couldn't be alone. He needed someone by his side.
