South Park Fan fiction
Decaf ~part 1
Warning: This is a Creek (CraigxTweek) story. There will be mention of other pairings but I will be sticking to the one I previously mentioned.
There will be chapters that will be rated M. And I would like to mention that I have no idea where I'm going with this...
PS. If anyone has any requests or ideas, please message me! I really appreciate it.
Craig's point of view:
They were arguing again. They always were anyway. I had gotten used to it a long time ago but it didn't make it any less annoying. I knew they weren't really fighting; it was more like bickering...lovers' spat, one could say.
They weren't actually gay, even though a lot of people did think so. I was sure they weren't. Clyde and Token just seemed like the type of best friends who had gotten close enough to each other, allowing them to experiment together. I was almost positive that they had at least kissed a few times, if not more.
Entering the crowded cafeteria, I didn't even bother wait in line for the crappy food. I sat myself down at our regular table which was always left empty...everyone knew it was our table.
We weren't really that big of a number. Our table consisted of three people: Clyde, Token and I. On some days though, we were joined by Stan, Kyle and Kenny, but I must say that our little groups and cliques have very much changed since elementary school.
We had slowly drifted apart. We were no longer close with Stan and his friends even though we remained friends. Jimmy and Timmy changed schools and absolutely nobody knows what happened to Kevin.
Which leaves Butters, who's just about friends with everyone and...Then there was Tweek.
You might be thinking we're the ones who pushed him away, who rejected him... well think again. Tweek used to be part of our group, we were great friends and he was doing well too. I would protect him, Token would calm him down and Clyde would make him feel better.
So, when I see him sitting alone in the corner of the cafeteria, I do feel bad. I feel like I should help, but something tells me to leave him alone. I still didn't understand why. Why had he just left?
Tweek was a good friend and a cool guy too. What happened was so random; out of the blue. It was two years ago; in the 8th grade and the year had begun well. Suddenly, a few weeks after school had started the jittery blonde cessed to hang out with us. He just ignored us. It didn't even happen gradually...he just stopped.
One thing I knew about Tweek was that he was paranoid. At first, I thought it was probably because he thought we were gnomes in disguise or sent by the government or some crazy theory of the sort, but then as the time passed, I started to believe otherwise.
Clyde and Token had stopped caring about him since a while ago, but I hadn't. I was constantly observing him, watching his every move and noticing any changed made to his routine or image. So, I did notice and worry when the dark circles under his eyes got darker and when his twitching got more and more violent. He wasn't softly whimpering or fidgeting anymore. The blonde was now downright vibrating on his chair; shaking with all his being.
I'd be lying if I said that I didn't miss him as a friend. Tweek had always made me feel comfortable. His presence would help me control my anger, knowing that I had much more important responsibilities, mostly consisting of watching over the blonde.
"Earth to Craig." I heard a distant voice say. I also felt a hand waving in front of me and as my eyes unfroze, I realised the voice belonged to an irritated Clyde who was trying to snap me out of the phased out state I was in.
"Come on, let's go." He said and ran toward the cafeteria exit.
The hours passed and then came the time to finally go home. It was the same shit, but on a different day. I honestly felt like I was living my life on rewind. So what technically happened next was that I went home, ate dinner, didn't do my homework, didn't do my chores, watched television and then tried to fall asleep.
It hadn't occurred to me until now how boring my life is. Well no, scratch that; I always knew my life was boring, it just hadn't bothered me so much until recently.
The week passed and so did the weekend, once again, with nothing interesting happening. The rest of the week went by slowly and the weekend way to rapidly. During school days, my friends argued and then when we hung out on the weekend, their petty problems went on.
I would be lying to myself if I didn't say that at least one thing had changed: my thoughts.
I didn't change them voluntarily and actually, they really didn't transform all that much either. The only difference was that whatever I thought about, this jittery blonde kept sneaking into it. He had taken over my mind and he was all I could think about. He wasn't even doing anything in these unwanted thoughts of mine. He was just...there. I ignored it, figuring it was just another one of those random thoughts that crept into my mind, thinking it was nothing but a phase.
Tuesday morning was the worst one I've ever had in a long time. I hadn't really slept all night, I don't know why though. I had gone to the gym after school and I had eaten well so I went to bed with the promise of a good night's sleep. That promise was broken when I looked at my alarm clock and saw 5:30. Discouraged, I got up and went over my science notes until it was time to get ready.
The bell woke me up and I found myself in math class. Everyone was walking out to lunch and I pulled myself up and moved my legs with difficulty out of the room and into the hallway.
Entering the cafeteria, I saw my friends sitting at our usual table. Clyde was stuffing his face as usual while Token ate some kind of health crap granola bar.
"What the hell happened to you?" The brunette asked.
"I'm tired. Just, leave me alone." I mumbled and flopped myself down at the table. I needed to keep myself awake; I needed something that would give me some kind of energy boost.
Of course, my thoughts automatically switched to the coffee addicted Tweek...speaking of which; where was he?
I forced my head up and found him in his usual corner. I watched him. I couldn't help myself, to be perfectly honest. He sat with his coffee sitting right in front of him, untouched. Well, that was odd...
His hands were stuffed in his pockets and his eyes were fixed on the thermos. I squinted to look at him more closely and the only thing I could read on his face was the hunger that lingered in his eyes; as if he couldn't drink his drug, like he wasn't allowed.
The blonde shut his eyes and whimpered. He looked defeated, like he had just given in to something. Tweek pulled his hands out of his pockets and I felt like my air supply was cut off when he grabbed his cup with trembling, bandage clad hands.
I must have gasped because I felt Token's heavy hand on my shoulder.
"What happened?" I growled unintentionally.
Unlike Clyde, Token knew about the things I had done to get Tweek to come back...I never really knew why he left in the first place.
"Craig, I just heard some stuff, probably rumours, so don't jump to any-"
"Just tell me." I cut him off.
"It was an accident. He was in the kitchen and was concentrating on cutting up some veggies...his mom walked in, startled him...he thought the gnomes were back..." Token explained.
He cut himself...My head was spinning and I felt like throwing up. The thought of the frail blonde, covered in blood made me sick to my stomach. I could just imagine it; the knife flying all over his pale skin, cutting through him. Tweek shrieking, twitching and losing his mind; it was all in front of my eyes.
"It was an accident." Token repeated one last time.
As days went by, I found myself hating the brown liquid. Sitting in the cafeteria again, I wanted to walk over there and shove it away from him, to snatch it away from his grasp. There had to be something I could do.
From a few feet away, the blonde tweak shook and yelped, spilling part of his coffee on the table. He was a mess...he didn't used to be this bad. I remembered when we were in the 4th grade, when his addiction was nothing more than a simple love for the beverage. Of course, that didn't stop it from going to his head. In my opinion, his addiction has gotten was out of hand. Tweek was a ticking time bomb of a human emotional disaster.
I had to stop this. Even though Tweek had been distant from us for 2 years, that didn't mean I didn't think of him as a friend. Somehow, I had to do the impossible: get the caffeinated drug out of Tweek Tweak's life...but how?
"Craig?" Clyde asked.
"I think I have an idea...but I'm really not sure yet." I said and started to stir in my seat.
I suddenly felt hope. Ideas were rushing into my head one after the other, but I stuck to one specific one. I just needed to experiment it a little.
"Where's the nearest coffee shop?" I asked randomly.
Clyde and Token glanced at each other before answering.
"I guess it's the Harbucks; we pass by it every day."
I really didn't pay much attention to who exactly answered me, but they gave me the information I needed. That's what mattered.
I was fidgeting in my seat all day. I was just anxious to get my plan into action. Token and Clyde are crazy if they think I'm going to let this go. I never said anything when Tweek was twitchy and insane, but now he's harming himself and that's not doing it for me.
In the last 10 minutes of class, both my knees were bobbing under the desk. My eye twitched as it watched the clock, waiting impatiently for 3 o'clock. And when the big arrow finally hit the number 12, I was the first out of the classroom.
I put my books into my locker and forced it to close. Then, without thinking, I ran out of the school. But as I pushed the front door open, something occurred to me.
I needed Token and Clyde.
"Goddamnit." I whispered.
I needed those 2 for my plan to work and god knows there the hell they were.
I stormed back into the crowded halls. Luckily, Clyde and Token were packed up and ready.
"So what's the plan?" The jock asked with an excited smile.
Man, these guys knew me too well...
"I'll explain when we get there." I said and dragged them back out the school with me.
Harbucks looked like every other coffee shop in the world; green, brown, reeking of coffee and stuffed with douche bags on their laptops.
We grabbed a table and took off our jackets.
"I'll be right back." I said and left the two there. I had a specific order to make.
"One caramel mockachino and another one...but decaf, please."
Say what you want, it's my first time ordering coffee... I barely had an idea of what I was doing, it's just that was what Clyde ordered every time.
"Who are those for?" Clyde asked, pointing at the 2 cups of coffee that I was holding once I made myself to the table.
"All of us...it's an experiment."
I sat down and pulled both cups towards me. Then, I took a sip from each one.
"Now you do it." I said to Token once I had swallowed.
The dark skinned boy obeyed and did the same.
"Notice anything?" I asked.
"No they're the same." He answered.
Without even me asking, Clyde tasted from both cups too.
"Same." Was all he said.
"So what's this all about?" Token asked suspiciously.
"One of those was decaf." I explained. "But we can't tell which."
"Yeah, so?"
"Dude, I'm talking about Tweek. I can't believe that no one has ever thought of this before!" I went on.
Judging by their faces, my friends had no idea of what was going on. I sighed. I expected this from Clyde, but Token too?
"What makes Tweek all twitchy?" I asked.
"The coffee." Clyde answered.
"No." I said. "It's not the coffee per say, it's the caffeine in it."
"So, if we give him decaf, he won't even notice!" Token finished explaining for me.
"All right you guys, that's great." The brunette said and rolled his eyes. "But Craig, dude, why are you going through all of this trouble for him? Why do you care so much?"
"I don't." I found myself saying. "It's just that I found a way to save him...so might as well do it." I continued, using my regular boring voice.
"Dude, but I don't think you should be-"
"Look Clyde," I cut in. "For two years, Tweek has been alone, unprotected. He has made himself worse and it's all my fault because-"
"No dude, it's not your fault okay? He's the ass hole who left!" This time he's the one who cut me off, but I didn't speak after that.
"And by the way, even though your idea is pretty good, how do you expect him to cooperate? Are you going to follow him all day? Making sure that he drinks decaf!" His voice was now rising a little but what he was saying was right. I looked down to the floor and hung my head slightly, but even then I saw his eyes widen.
"That's it isn't it? You wanted to follow him around! Craig, you have to leave him alone!"
After that, Clyde fell silent just like Token had been for the past few seconds. I buried my face into my palms in frustration; not knowing what to do had always bothered me, especially when there was nothing I could do.
"I just want him to be okay." I whispered.
The pain in my voice was much more visible than I had intended to be and I was hoping neither of them would notice, until I felt their arms around my shoulders and their hands patting my back.
They were great friends, they had always been. But sometimes, I wish they'd understand... because I most certainly didn't.
I had had enough. When I got home, I flopped myself down on my bed. I need to figure some things out.
For the two years where Tweek was gone, I hadn't really been bothered of his twitching and I hadn't been paying too much attention to it either. But this was different; he had hurt himself and I wasn't going to stand for it.
I had it all figured out but I really didn't know how to approach him.
'Hi Tweek, we haven't talked for two years but please drink this coffee for me.'
Yeah, as if.
I had to get up from my bed when I felt my ass vibrating. I pulled out my phone and answered when I saw Token's name on the screen.
"Yeah?"
"Hey, dude, you are not going to believe this! It's totally going to help with your plan." Token spoke from the other end.
"What?"
"After you left, twitchy came in and... he works here!"
"What! Are you serious?"
I heard some ruffling from the other end and then the voice changed.
"I talked to him! He was all nervous, it was hilarious." Clyde teased.
"I swear Donovan if you bother him, I will KILL you." I hissed.
"Calm down, you ass hole... I ONLY asked him if he masturbated regularly..." Clyde said, obviously suppressing giggles.
"I swear Clyde, you are SO dead."
"Hey dude, it's me again. Listen, we need to go, but just to let you know; he works here every day after school." Token said and he hung up without saying goodbye.
Oh God, I had way too much work to do.
Science class, I have to say, is probably my favourite. Not because it interests me or anything, but because I was paired up with Token, which meant that we could talk during the whole period while he did the experiments. I would rather sit down and watch him...you know, so I won't be in his way...
"So I was thinking I would start off small, you know?" I said.
"Mhm..."
"Like, I'll make sure he drinks decaf at school only at first. Then, I'll slowly make sure he drinks outside the school too and then when we're closer, I can try and get him to start drinking it in his own home." I explained, even though I knew he was barely paying attention to me.
"Craig?"
"Yeah?"
"I hope you realise how creepy that sounded." He said in all his calm and coldness.
I frowned at him. I hated it when people we're right.
"Fuck you." I mumbled and flipped him off.
He sighed and poured some transparent crap from a bottle into some kind of measuring cup. I didn't find it that interesting so instead, I scanned the room and did some people watching. MY gaze settled on something that triggered my curiosity: Clyde. He was paired up with Red for some reason and he didn't seem to be very interested in the experiment. My jock of a friend, all muscular and manly, so he claimed himself to be, had his head rested in one of his palms as he stared at, not her movements, but her face.
"T-Token...?" I mumbled.
"What?" He said impatiently.
"What's up with Clyde?" I asked.
He grumbled and looked up to find him in the room and when he did, I hadn't expected him to make a devious crooked smile. With the same smile, he turned back to me and rolled his eyes before going back to work.
"Same thing that's up with you." He said, that damn smile still not leaving his lips.
"What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Does Clyde like Red or something? I don't like Red!" I blurted out nervously, only then realising that was probably what Token wanted me to be doing since he was chuckling under his breath as I snapped at him.
I'm Craig Tucker. I do NOT lose my calm... but what the hell was Black talking about?
We did the rest of the experiment in silence and I actually helped this time, hoping that if I did, he would tell me what he was referencing to.
"Craig, do me a favour? Okay?" Token finally spoke in his patronizing voice.
"Sure, what?" I tried to sound chill about it but I think I sounded more eager that anything.
"When you get 'close' with Tweek, please ask him why he left." He went on sarcastically.
"Um...yeah, okay." I said as the bell rang, announcing lunch time.
I was going to do that anyway...but all right.
In the cafeteria, I leaned against our table, making sure my ass didn't get into Clyde's food.
"Dude, just sit down and eat." Token reproached.
I flipped him off and resumed keeping guard for when Tweek entered the room. I had a plan and I hated it so much you have no idea, but it was the only way.
"What are you going to do anyway?" Clyde spoke this time.
As a reflex, my middle finger shot up but I decided to keep my hand down. I didn't answer him though; I didn't want any comments or other ideas. On second thought, maybe one of them actually had a better idea.
I spun around and opened my mouth to speak but no sound came out when I saw Clyde awkwardly glancing from my face to the doors. But weirdly enough, Token was doing the same thing only he looked sort of...teasingly? He wore his signature smoulder and a lopsided grin. I raised my eyebrows at him, not getting what the hell was wrong with him, but before I could ask, I noticed Tweek had slowly made his way halfway across the cafeteria. This was my only chance.
I rapidly walked toward the exit of the lunch room, trying to look as casual about it as possible. I saw him but I tried not to stare too much. Instead, I kept my eyes fixed on the cup of coffee he held in his left hand and took wider and faster steps until I felt the contact between my chest and his arm and saw the blur of the cup and the brown liquid inside flying and then falling to the floor.
"AGH! My Coffee!" He yelped and bent over to pick up the cup from which the remaining liquid was spilling out.
I grabbed his arm without saying another word and dragged him off to our table. I sat him down forcefully next to Clyde, without a word I walked toward the coffee machines. I looked for the decaf label and poured the liquid into a Styrofoam cup.
"Here. Sorry for knocking yours over." I said and handed him the cup.
We all stared at him anxiously, waiting for his reaction to the taste. Would he realise? I mean, drinking coffee for all those years might have given him some ability to actually taste the difference.
He raised the edge of the container to his mouth but then paused and started to make nervous noises. Well of course he was with all of us looking at him like that! I coughed and cleared my throat, trying to break the tension.
"Did I hurt your arm?" I sounded cold. Then again, I always did.
He quietly sipped the drink while looking up to me with his giant bright green eyes. He then pulled it away from his wanting lips and shook his head gently.
"Thanks." He muttered and got up to leave.
I didn't want to call after him or ask him to stay; I was scared I'd look suspicious, even though it was highly unlikely that the naive Tweek would even think of anything like that.
I didn't look at him either. I just stared down at my hands on the table and watched him stroll back to his table from the corner of my eye.
The bell rang, announcing recess. As the crowd of students finally cleared up from around us, we were able to sit by our lockers like we always did.
"Where's the douche?" I asked, noticing Clyde's absence.
"I saw him run off toward Red. He tried to be discrete about it though; I got to give him that." My friend answered.
"What's up with him and Red? It's so random, like it JUST happened, like that." I spoke calmly as always, the question barely noticeable in my tone.
"Well you know, some crushes are like that. They just start off, out of nowhere." He paused and glanced at me. I swore for a second I saw pity in his eyes. "Then there are the people who have been crushing for a while now...and then there are the ones that don't have a clue." He mumbled the last sentence.
A few days past and the cafeteria had become a sport for me. I would dive out of class and run as fast as possible to get there before the twitchy blonde. I would get the coffee and sit in his corner.
The first day I did that was a very awkward lunch. When he had entered the vast room, I had called out his name and motioned him sit next to me. He had yelped and slowly walked toward me glancing left and right to the people who stared at him. He already had his coffee in hand; I had expected that, but I had yet another bright idea.
"Give me your coffee." I had ordered.
He didn't think twice and handed it over.
"I feel bad for knocking yours over the other day, so don't bring any to lunch anymore because I'll be getting you some, okay?"
He just stared blankly at me, blinking every now and then. He had been doing that a lot during the days I sat next to him.
I sighed and to show him what I meant, I drained his own cup and handed the one I had gotten to him.
"See? Don't bring any anymore, I got you covered." I tried not to wrinkle my nose at the foul taste of the drink.
I tried to smile to sound less demanding, but I got as far as the corner of my lip twitching.
So that's how it was, for the next few days. People had slowly gotten used to it and were no longer staring... except for Token and McCormick. They always watched...always.