A/N: Hey! This is my first South Park story, please tell me how I did. Lots of Love

-Leyna4eva

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. If I did almost every single character would magically turn gay.

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It was just a dare, no big deal. All he had to do was flirt with the cute blonde barista and get his phone number. The worst that could happen was a rejection, right? Right.

Stan slowly made his way over to the front counter. He looked over at his friends. Kenny and Craig were smirking at him, Kyle and Clyde were trying not to laugh, and Token looked like he was about to watch a disaster.

'Some great friends they are.' He thought sarcastically.

Here he was, the blonde barista. He was kind of short from what Stan could tell. He was just an inch shorter than Kyle, but then again he was behind a counter. The blonde wasn't a dirty blonde like Kenny, no he was more of a honey blonde. It was nice and straight hair that looked so soft. Stan almost wanted to reach over and touch it. His eyes were a warm coffee brown that looked welcoming. The kind of eyes that you could just stare at all day. He had a nice easy-going smile, too.

"Um... Can I help you?" The blonde asked.

That, of course, was when Stan realized he had been staring at the blonde for a while now, like a creeper. Stan quickly snapped out of his daze and put on his "flirty" face that Kyle likes to call his "creeper" face.

"Sorry, but you owe me a drink." Stan said.

"Why?" The blonde asked tilting his head.

"Because when I looked at you, I dropped mine."

"Stan?" he asked.

"What." How did the blonde know his name?

"Stan it's me, Tweek." The blonde looked amused.

"Tweek?" Stan asked.

Suddenly Stan's face was burning. He forgot Tweek worked here for one, second it skipped his mind that the short blonde before him stopped all of his twitching, anxiety attacks, and paranoia in tenth grade, so it was hardier to recognize him. Third Oh God he hit on Tweek Tweak. If Craig ever found out... Stan shivered. It wasn't that he would never go out with the blonde, hell a lot of people would love to go out with the lovable, cute, innocent blonde, but the fact was that he was taken and he was taken by Craig Tucker. And if there was one thing everyone in South Park knew, it was that nobody fucks with Craig Tucker. That includes his guinea pig, his friends and his boyfriend Tweek Tweak.

"Umm... sorry Tweek I didn't mean to... uh." Stan gulped.

Tweek laughed a little, "I'ts okay Stan. It's a daily occurrence here at the coffee shop. As long as Craig doesn't find out, nobody gets hurt."

"Oh."

"So did they dare you to come hit on me?" Tweek nodded his head in their friends direction.

"Yeah, but we didn't even recognize you." Stan said bewildered.

"Oh," Tweek chuckled,"that's because this morning I decided to give straightening my hair a try."

"It looks nice Tweek." Stan said.

Tweek smiled.

"So... uh can I... err get your number to rub it in their faces?" Stan asked motioning behind him to their group of friends.

Tweek smiled, "Sure."

He took out a napkin and wrote down his number and a smiley face. Tweek passed it over to Stan.

Stan beamed, "Thanks, you're the best Tweek!"

Stan strolled back over to the guy's table with some confidence (more like smuggness).

"Did you get his number?" Kenny asked, waggling his eyebrows.

With a smirk Stan put down the number in the middle of the table.

Craig rolled his eyes, "So? You got lucky Marsh."

Stan's smirk fell and turned into a pout, "What, like any of you could have done any better?"

Token nodded, "Yes, yes we could." The others made sounds of agreement.

"Oh yeah?" Stan just had one of the most brilliant ideas ever.

"Then I dare...,"He looked around the group and spotted his target, "Kyle to go over there, flirt with the blonde barista and get a peck on the cheek."

He was going to have funny with this, but he didn't want Kyle to do anything too drastic in case Craig found out it's Tweek and decided to kick both his and Kyle's ass.

"Ok, fine. It'll be easy." Kyle said with confidence.

Kyle then stood up and walked over to the front counter with 5 pairs of eyes on him.

When Kyle was finally at the counter and made eye contact with the gorgeous blonde barista, he lost any confidence he had in him.

"Uh..." Kyle said smartly.

"Are you okay?" The blonde asked with concern.

Kyle then realized that he was staring at the blonde with his mouth opening and closing like a gapping fish.

"Hehe," Kyle laughed uncomfortably rubbing the back of his neck,"Wow you're so beautiful you made me forget my pick-up line."

Tweek blushed, he hadn't heard that one before.

"Nice one Broflovski." Tweek muttered.

Wait. "Tweek?"

"Hey Kyle."

"Did you straighten your hair?"

"Wow, you Sir, are much faster than Stan. It took him a while. Am I really that hard to recognize with my hair like this?"

"Yes, yes you are. Wait, if Stan found out it was you then...that bastard set me up!" Kyle exclaimed.

"What did he do?" Tweek asked.

"He sent me over here to flirt with you, because the guys were joking that we could've done better. And he said to...Tweek?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to do me the biggest favor in the world?"

Tweek squinted at him,"What are you planning?"

Kyle grinned,"Why don't we teach him a lesson?"

A/N: Please tell me of any mistakes or changes I need to make. Thank you for reading my story!:)