I'm glad for all of the investment in this story so far. So, without further delay, I bring you another chapter. This chapter, we're going to see what Tweek's parents think of the entire thing, and then we'll hopefully see more interaction between Clyde and his two heartbroken friends.

Chapter Two – Coffee and Tears

Clyde's POV

Tweek was waiting nervously by his locker when school was finally over, right where I told him to wait. He gave a start when I came over to him, and I couldn't help but laugh at the sight. I didn't know what it was about him or what he thought about that made him so nervous all the time, but I found it kind of adorable.

"I didn't think you were going to show up," Tweek confessed in a soft voice. "I was getting nervous that I was going to have to confront my parents alone."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "School only got out two minutes ago."

"Yeah!" he replied. "I was getting nervous!"

I rolled my eyes with a sigh and took his arm, starting to lead him down the hall. I couldn't help but smile at his nervousness as we made our way out the door and down the street. We walked silently for a while, with Tweek twitching occasionally.

"Are your parents working today?" I asked him after a moment. He gave me a weak smile.

"Yeah," he replied. "That's pretty much all they do these days is just work. So, I pretty much have the house all to myself, and Craig and I…"

He trailed off and looked away from me, unable to finish the sentence. I could guess what he was about to say anyways, but I couldn't help but let out a silent sigh. If he couldn't even finish a sentence about Craig, then the fight they had must have been worse than I initially thought.

We walked on in silence for a while, and we were saved from having to continue making awkward small talk by the fact that we came upon the coffee shop that Tweek's dad owned. It hadn't changed at all in the years I've known Tweek. I knew he hated having to help his parents with the shop, because he didn't like to interact with people he didn't know. I also had a feeling that being surrounded by coffee and being unable to drink any of it killed him inside.

Tweek's parents were pretty much the same as well. Totally calm and speaking in soothing voices all the time before his dad would suddenly just start rambling about something coffee related. Neither of them really looked up as we entered the shop, almost as if they had been expecting us or something.

"Oh, there you are Tweek," Mr. Tweak said in his usual soft tone. "Did you have a nice day at school?"

"It was ok," Tweek replied with a mumble. "It was just the day after break is over. Nothing special."

"Hello, Clyde, it's nice to see you," Tweek's mother said, nearly startling me. "I'm surprised to see you here."

"Oh, well, you know," I replied, not really sure how to end that sentence. She looked past us, then settled her eyes on her son.

"Where's Craig, dear?" she asked him. "I haven't seen him in a while and it seems like you two were always together."

Tweek stiffened beside me and looked down at the ground, mumbling something incomprehensible. I scooched closer to him and carefully took his hand in my own. He gave me a small smile then turned to his parents, who were looking at him curiously.

"Yeah, there's something I've been meaning to tell you guys," Tweek muttered. "Craig's probably won't be coming around anymore."

Tweek's mom cocked her head to the side in confusion, while his dad's eyes widened. "Why?" his dad asked. "Did something happen?"

"Well, Craig and I had a huge fight," Tweek stuttered. He was really making too big of a deal out of this. It wasn't like his parents could really care that much, could it? "And, you see…Craig and I broke up over the break."

"WHAT!?" Mr. Tweak cried out. Before I could even blink, he burst into tears and ran from the room, his calm demeanor immediately shattered. Mrs. Tweak and their son didn't even react to his outburst, while couldn't help but just stare in shock.

"Well, that's too bad, dear," Mrs. Tweak said as if that reaction had been as totally normal as being told that someone was going to be five minutes late. "It's a shame things didn't work out between you two."

"Thanks, mom," Tweek said, rolling his eyes. I got the feeling that this wasn't the first time he had heard the "too bad things didn't work out" thing this week. "It wasn't that serious," he muttered. "It's not like the world is ending."

His mom just gave him a comforting smile, not having heard the last bit. "Do you want us to close up shop early tonight?" she asked her son.

"No, it's fine," Tweek replied. His mother cocked an eyebrow at him. "I'm fine! Really! Clyde and I were just going to get dinner together anyways, so I'm fine."

I had to stop myself from blurting out "We are?" because I strangely don't remember that discussion, and was confused as to whether Tweek really believed this or not. I had planned on just immediately leaving after this to go take a nap at home, but if Tweek really wanted me to come with him, I guess I could change my plans.

"I don't really remember us talking about going to dinner together," I confessed when we finally left the coffee shop five minutes later.

"GAH! That's because we didn't," Tweek confessed, taking a sip from the giant cup of coffee he had ordered. "I just came up with an excuse because I didn't want to stay at home with my mom constantly telling me that there are plenty of fish in the sea and my dad crying in the corner."

I still had no idea what was up with Mr. Tweak freaking out like that, but I had other things to worry about. "Well, did you want to have dinner with me anyways?" I asked. "I mean, I have no other plans, and it sounds like you have no plans either, so might as well, right?"

Tweek twitched nervously for a few moments, thinking it over. "Fine," he relented. "Just as long as we don't go to that Raisins place. The waitresses there scare me."

I pulled a quick pouty face because that was exactly the place I was going to suggest, but didn't say so out loud. Instead, I let Tweek pick where we would go. That was a bad idea. He went back and forth so many times that it wasn't until half an hour later when he finally made up his mind enough for me to take him by the arm and drag him towards the place he named before he could change his mind again.

I had the strong urge to ask him if Craig ever had this much trouble with him, but I didn't fancy the thought of being punched in the face by a small, twitchy blonde.

I was a little (and by a little, I mean a lot) surprised by Tweek's choice of where to eat. The restaurant was super fancy with candles on the table and low lighting. Sure, it wasn't too bad, I could see some of our classmates scattered around with their parents, but it was still unnerving to be here with Tweek.

"Um, Tweek?" I asked, looking around. "This place looks kind of… expensive. Why'd you pick here of all places?"

Tweek blushed. "Oh, I forgot I kind of came here with Craig all the time," he muttered, not looking at me. "I'm sorry. We could go somewhere else, if you want."

"No, it's fine!" I said hastily. "Just don't expect me to order anything too expensive."

We were shown to a small table and a waiter came by to take our drink order. We didn't speak for a while as we looked over the menu, trying to decide what we wanted. I was glad to see that there was nothing too expensive on the menu. Apparently, this was one of those restaurants that looked fancy, but wasn't really.

I looked up at Tweek, deciding to engage him in conversation, when something caught my eye over his shoulder. With a start, I saw Craig and Token near the entrance, obviously having just got here. I grew nervous as Token suddenly caught my eye and a similar look of panic spread over his face. He turned and started speaking frantically to Craig, and although we were too far away to make out what they were saying, I could tell that he was trying to keep him from looking over in our direction.

I was about to do the same (try and distract Tweek from turning around), but at that moment, he looked up from his menu and caught me staring over his shoulder. Before I could do anything, he turned around, a confused look on his face. I can only imagine that the look was replaced by one of anger, because I heard him suddenly mutter, "Son of a Bitch!"

Unfortunately, Token also completely failed in his task to keep Craig from spotting us, and I saw him flinch as Craig just suddenly turned around, and his eyes rested on Tweek. His frown deepened as he started making his way over to us.

"Craig, wait!" Token pleaded, rushing after him, but it was no use. Tweek angrily pushed out of his chair and glared at his ex-boyfriend.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Craig hissed when he finally reached us. He wasn't slowed down in the slightest by Token tugging on his arm.

"What are you doing here?" Tweek snarled at him. "I was here first you know!"

"Oh, don't give me that crap," Craig growled. "And what are you doing here with Clyde? Well, it didn't take you too long to find someone else now, did it?"

"Craig," I started to say, but I was drowned out by Tweek.

"Well, I could say the same to you, asshole!" he spat. "So, what? Are you going out with Token now? Are you just here to rub it in my face?"

"Tweek, that's not…" I said, trying to calm him down, but once again, I was ignored.

"Oh sure, trying to make me look the bad guy again, huh?" Craig snapped. "You always make me look like the bad guy! Well, guess what, Tweek? I'm not the bad guy here! You obviously brought Clyde here just to rub it in my face how much better you're doing!"

"I am not, ass wipe!" Tweek said, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Cry baby!"

"Killjoy!"

"That's enough!" Token said suddenly, stepping in between them. "There's no need for this! No one's going out with anyone! Right, Clyde?" I started a bit from suddenly being addressed.

"Um, yeah," I agreed, coming over to stand next to Token. "Tweek and I were just hanging out! You guys don't have to fight about it."

The look of pure anger Craig shot me almost made me hide behind Token in fear, but I managed to hold my ground. He was probably thinking that Tweek had stolen his best friend from him anyways, but I couldn't speak to tell him that it wasn't true. He held me in his angry gaze for a long while, breathing heavily, before he suddenly turned his back on us.

"Come on, Token," he growled, starting to march back towards the door. "Let's leave these traitors to plot in peace."

Token gave us an apologetic look before turning and quickly following Craig. When I turned to Tweek, I was shocked by the look of absolute outrage on his face.

"You can't storm out of here before I do!" he screamed after Craig's retreating figure. Before I could speak or protest, Tweek snatched my arm and quickly and angrily yanked me forward, dragging me towards the door. He shoved past Craig as I tried to protest that we hadn't even eaten yet, and the last thing I saw was the shock in Craig's eyes before I was pulled through the restaurant doors.

I'm going to end this chapter here, because I really can't think of anything else to add to this chapter. Hopefully the chapters will start getting longer from here on out. I'm also hoping to have Clyde come up with his first convoluted scheme to get those two back together soon. Anyways, tell me what to think and I'll hopefully have the next chapter up soon.