Its been 4 years. 4 years since I left South Park. Today was the day I was going back. Now I'd be a senior in High School. Soon after I left I lost touch with everyone, now I was going to join them in a few days with no warning.

I only moved a few hours away, so I just took a bus into South Park. I was half-way into town when the bus let me off, so I had to walk. On my way to my house I saw some familiar spots. I saw Toms Rhinoplasty, Jim's Drugs, Starks Pond, but there was one I was tempted into, just for the possibility of seeing him there.

I sit down in one of the booths, searching around me for him anywhere, but I'm inturupted by the waiter that approached me.

"Hi. Ca- can I get you anything?" His voice was edgy and nervous, and when I looked up to see him, I recognized why.

"Well, well. Tweek Tweak."

Just like I expected. Of course I knew he'd be here, at Tweak's Coffee. Isn't it pretty obvious?

"Agh. Do I know you?" He tugged on his shirt. Such a typical habit. But I don't get why he didn't recognize me. Maybe it's because my hair wasn't covered by my hat anymore and my blue coat was replaced by a black hoodie.

"Let me introduce myself. Craig Tucker. Nice to meet you." I smirked at him as he gaped at me.

"Cr-Craig? What- what are you doing here?"

"Well I wasn't planning to stay away forever."

He rubbed his neck, avoiding my gaze when he says,"Ya know, thinks have been different since you been gone. I-I missed you."

"I missed you too, and everyone else. Well, not everyone. (Cartman of course..)"

Tweek and I have always been best friends. To tell you the truth, just before I left, me and Tweek actually confessed to each other how we really felt. Yes we were gay, well more like bi, but we didn't want to ruin our relationship as friends so we just stayed the way we were. Too bad that didn't stop my dad from finding out and forcing us to move. The only reason we moved back is because my mom finally kicked him out.

"Come on. Sit."

"Er, I-I don't know Craig. I should probably get back to work."

"I just got back after 4 years of missing the hell out of you and you're not gonna sit and chat." I reach out and grab his hand which makes him jump.

"O-okay." He pulls around into the other side of the booth and rests his head on his palm, anchoring his hand by perching his elbow on the table, watching me over his fingers. I can still see his smile that's covered by his hand.

"You look so different," he starts up the conversation, "but, in a good way. I mean- uuh." I chuckle at him and reach for his free hand resting on the table and place mine on his.

"Calm down, Tweek. So, tell me. Now that my dad's gone, are you single these days?"