AN: The idea for this fic has been floating around my head foreverrr. Derr.
Disclaimer: If I owned South Park I wouldn't be on this site. Pfft.
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"Craig?" Tweek asked as he and his boyfriend were walking home from school. Craig looked at him, his face as blank as always.
"What is it, Tweekers?"
"C-can we stop and get more coffee?"
Craig smiled at the timid blush that spread across Tweek's cheeks. "Yeah. There's a shop up the street, right?" The boy nodded, and there they went.
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Tweek looked around anxiously as Craig leaned against the coffee shop's wall. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and looked to Tweek. "Well? You going or what?"
"Aren't you- ngh.. coming with me?" He pulled at the bottom of his shirt as he looked back at Craig.
"No. You'll be okay, babe. It's a small shop. I'll be out here when you get back." His boyfriend had already started smoking. Tweek nodded and opened the door, jumping in surprise as a bell chimed. He hung his head shyly and hurried to the counter.
The barista gave him a flirtatious smile, "Hey, how may I help you?"
Tweek bit his lip and looked at their menu. "Um.. I-I'll just have a plain coffee." He began to dig through his jacket pocket as the teen set his order down. Just as he got his money out he was stopped.
"I'll make you a deal," The boy flirted with a cat like grin. "You give me your number, and I'll give you this coffee for free." He handed Tweek his cell phone. "Just program it in." He winked.
A surprised squeak left Tweek as he felt the phone being taken from his hands by someone behind him. "Allow me," A familiar voice said. He heard buttons being pressed before the phone was handed back to the boy behind the counter.
Confusion was evident on the barista's face, "911? What the-"
"Yep. That's the number you'll need to call if you ever hit on my boyfriend again." Craig interrupted. And with a flip of his favorite finger, he slammed the money on the counter, grabbed the coffee and Tweek's hand and left the shop.