If I could, I would inject your smile directly in to my bloodstream. It's one of the rarities that I have grown accustomed to and it's hard to remember that as something you share only with me in solitude. No one else gets the privilege to see your genuinely sweet smile. Although, to know that your smile is only for me alone makes me happier than I could ever believe was possible for someone as nervous, jittery, and depressed as myself.
Growing up, I was taught all about the bad things in the world that has led to my tremendous anxiety. My parents warned me about kidnappers, poisons, and the dangers of everything around me. They have warned me about drugs in baggies sold on the street but never ones with teeth and a heartbeat. And that's what he was. He, my drug, and I, the helpless addict. He makes the anxiety and depression disappear. I still stutter around him but only because his beauty leaves me at a loss for words. I couldn't imagine him leaving me alone. He is my everything.
I remember when we first met. We were eight years old and I had just moved to South Park from Denver. My dad was tired of competing for customers. So, he relocated us to the smaller mountain town and started up a new coffee shop. At first, when I started in the third grade, everyone was excited to meet me. Three guys, Stan, Kyle, and Eric were the first who tried to befriend me. Their friend Kenny had just died and Butters wasn't doing a well enough job of filling in.
"Hey there. I'm Stan and these are my friends Kyle and Cartman." The boy with the red and blue had said, motioning towards a smaller boy with a green hat and a fat one.
"I-I'm T-Tweek," I stuttered out. I saw Eric trying to hold in laughter while Stan and Kyle just kind of exchanged glance.
"Hey, Tweek. Thats a cool name. You wanna maybe play football with us at recess?" Kyle asked.
"Wh-what if I g-get h-h-hurt?" I replied, eyes widening and twitching nervously.
"Oh come on Tweek. You can be on my team. We never lose." Said Eric.
"That's because you cheat, fatass." Kyle said.
"Hey! I'm not fat! I'm big boned!" Eric exclaimed.
"M-maybe some other t-time." I said as Eric and Kyle started to argue.
As I started to walk away, the teacher, Mr. Garrison, pulled me aside and told me to go to the councilors office to settle some things. Once I found it, I saw him, he was sitting there with a bored expression waiting to be called in. I sat down a couple seats away from him. After about five minutes, I was called in. I walked past the strange boy I didn't yet know and when I was free to go I discovered his name was Craig when Mr. Mackey called him into the office. It was then I started to wonder about the dark boy. I started to hang out with the three boys I met earlier in hopes of being introduced to Craig. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. After a few weeks had passed, I asked about him.
"Ar-are you guys fr-friends with Craig?" I asked innocently.
"No way dude. He's a dick," said Stan.
"How s-so?" I went on.
"He's always flipping people off and he doesn't talk to anyone." Kyle replied.
"Except for Clyde. Sometimes." Stan added.
"Oh." I said. I was dismayed at the thought of never getting to know him.
The next day, we were told to pair into groups for a social studies project. I was going to pair up with Butters but he had already paired up with Pip. It was then, that I was told pair up with Craig.
"H-hi. I'm T-T-Tweek," I quietly stuttered.
"Craig," he said. "So, you're new here, huh? What brings you to South Park?"
"My d-dad owns a c-coffee shop," I replied.
"Good. This shit town hasn't had good coffee in awhile. Maybe I'll stop by sometime." He said with a sliver of a smile. That was the first time I had ever seen him smile and he left me speechless for the rest of the school day. Everyday after that, Craig would come to the coffee shop after school. We would sit and talk for hours and we soon became friends. Eventually, he started walking home with me so we could spend more time together. And that was how we became friends.