You know what is fun? Spending your last day of summer before junior year of high school working at your parent's coffee shop.

You know what is even more fun? Selling coffee and meth at your parent's local coffee shop on the last day of summer.

You heard me right.

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Meth. Turns out my parents have been South Park's local distributor since before I was born. They had a whole underground empire if I am being honest. They just call themselves local distributors.

I full heartily believe that my parents would test their meth out on me. But I do not have the proof. Except for the fact, I was going bald from pulling on my hair, I could barely sit still, and I thought the government was watching me twenty-four seven. I know that I became less of a spaz when they introduced me to the business. Probably did not want their seller to be high on their own supply.

They introduced me to the family business the summer before freshman year of high school. That was fun.

Learning about how we hide the meth in the bottom of certain coffee cups.

Learning which costumers get a cup and what code words they use.

I hated it at first. I was always afraid that the cops were going to bust down the doors and arrest us all. Developed general anxiety and panic attacks due to this. After a while though, I got used to it. I knew the regulars, knew what cups to use. The only time cops came by was for coffee. They never suspected us. Who would for Christ sake?! My parents made a good image of themselves over the years. A nice, down to earth family.

As the years passed I have grown bored. Really bored. Which is why I am doodling on the counter on my last day of summer.

Business has been slow. The cops have been really cracking down lately. They do this every year around this time though. They will eventually stop though, once they realize that they cannot trace the meth.

I do enjoy when the cops crack down because it means I get a few weeks off. That means I can go do absolutely nothing. Just sit in my room and play some video games.

The little bell above the door rang, bringing me out of my thoughts. I jumped off the stool and stood up. There was Craig Tucker with Clyde and Jimmy. We had not talked or really seen each other since the end of elementary school when we ended our fake relationship.

"We should just not hang out for a while. That way people do not try to ship us together again." Craig said. "O-o-okay." Why was he leaving me? Did the president put him up to this! He probably is going to bomb us soon! I started to pull out my hair. Craig grabbed my hands. "We will hang out eventually. Just give me time." he said smiling at me. "I p-pr-promise Craig."

I was heartbroken. I did have feelings for Craig, but you know I cannot make him have feelings for me.

I studied his face as he talked with them. It had been a long time since I had actually looked at him. His blue eyes seemed to be as blue as the sky. I know that is cheesy, but it is true. His raven black hair was pulled back into a bun, that exposed how chiseled his face was. He had some stubble growing on his chin. He smiled at something Jimmy said, showing off his dimples. Oh god, those dimples.

As they walked up to the counter I noticed that he had grown over the years. Craig looked to be as tall as me. Which meant he was probably six five.

"Well, look who it is!" Clyde said. "H...h...h...hi T...tw...tweek." Jimmy said. "Hi, guys." I said looking away from Craig. "How have you been dude! We haven't seen you in like, years." Clyde said leaning against the counter. "Yeah, I have been busy." Running my parent's local meth business.

I glanced at Craig, who was looking anywhere but at me.

"What can I get you all?" I asked turning around. "Just a plain vanilla Frappuccino." Clyde said. "Bl...black coffee."

I got their drinks ready and slid them across the counter. "Anything for you Craig?" I asked. He finally looked at me. God, I could drown in those blue eyes. "Green tea please." He said with a little lisp on the 's'. It must be because of his braces.

As I poured the hot water I listened in to their conversation.

"Just talk to him Craig." Clyde whispered.

"No." he hissed back.

"W...why?" Jimmy responded.

"Because." Craig said bluntly.

"Because you are afraid he doesn't love you anymore?" Clyde asked.

"He doesn't know." Craig hissed, clearly getting more and more mad.

"That you're gay?"

I dropped the water all over my pants. "SHITTTTTTTTTTT!" I screamed. "Are you okay Tweek?" Clyde asked. I turned toward them, "I am fine." I patted my pants with napkins. I looked like I fucking pissed my pants. "Are you sure?" Craig asked. I shook my head yes, a clear blush coming across my face. I grabbed an apron and wrapped around my waist. There was no way Craig was going to see me like this.

I turned around. I grabbed a new cup and made his tea; listening to their conversation again.

"Just ask him to hang." Clyde said.

"No." he said.

"W...w...why?" Jimmy asked.

"He probably won't want to." Craig sighed.

"Why?" Clyde asked.

I could hear Craig sigh. I knew what he was about to say.

"Because I told him that we should no longer hang out." he whispered.

"That was years ago dude. He probably doesn't remember."

"Y...y...yeah."

I put the lid on the tea and slid it across the counter. Craig grabbed the cup. "Thanks." he mumbled. "Do you want to hang out with us after school tomorrow?" Clyde blurted out. I looked at the raven-haired boy. He was glaring at Clyde. I was going to keep my promise to Craig. "Uhm, I would like to…" "I sense a butt coming up." Clyde said. "But, I have to work. Tomorrow we are going to be busy with school starting up."

"Well, that sucks ass." Clyde said taking a drink.

"We could come here and help you out." Craig said closing his eyes taking a sip.

My eyes grew big, "You do not have to do that!" "Too bad, we are coming!" Clyde said. My heart began to race. They cannot work here. They would discover what we actually do! Oh god, my parents would fucking kill me.

I felt a panic attack coming.

I glanced up at Craig. By the look on his face, he realized what was happening. "Or…" he said, "we could just come and hang out."

I shook my head yes. "T...that is fine." I said. Clyde smiled really big, "Well I guess we will see you tomorrow!" They handed me their money and left.

I watched them leave. "That was close." I whispered to myself. I began to draw on the counter again when the bell rang. I looked up to see Craig standing with the door open. "I think I have had enough time." he said and closed the door.

Author's Note:

I am sorry if the chapter is a little chaotic. I was trying to think how Tweek might think. I am also trying to figure out how I exactly want to write this story!

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