It was bitter sort of morning, the type that had both rain and snow but the fine kind so everything got twice as wet in half the time.
Craig pulled is thick winter coat further up his neck, his inky black fringe already plastered to his pale forehead and he stormed through the slushy puddles.
It was just before school so the young Tucker was making his way to collect Tweek from his family's coffee shop; inside was hot and already busy.
Craig didn't like busy places, he didn't like the heat either as he stripped away his hat and gloves.
"morning Craig." Greeted Mr Tweak, "morning, the morning sun, hot and warming like a generous cup of Tweak Coffee, guaranteed to wake you up and please your insides." He rambled.
It wasn't that Craig didn't like Mr Tweak's rambles it was just that he didn't really have time for them so he ignored the older man and immediately went through the 'Staff Only' door at the back.
In the back was Tweek lifting a huge bag of coffee beans into the machine to create the family coffee; he was shaking and standing on his tip-toes.
Craig took the bag without a word and poured the rest on top of the white powder already in the machine.
"jesus! Craig!" Tweek exclaimed staring wild-eyed at his tall friend, "you scared me!"
The blond was covered in coffee dust, the smell was stronger, his green shirt was, yet again, buttoned wrong and he was wearing odd shoes.
Everything about Tweek should have annoyed Craig no end but one look at those dark brown eyes, accompanied by a slight twitch in his right eye, and any annoyance or dislike he felt vanished.
Thinking about Tweek almost made Craig smile but instead he said, "your hands are dirty."
Tweek's chapped hands were stained with coffee, it was imbedded under his broken nails too, "I was, ah, just gunna wash them!" Tweek squeaked and dashed off to the little sink.
Craig waited the ten minuetes it took for the blond to wash his hands, he passed the time by texting Token who was bragging about his new SUV.
"what a tool." Craig snapped and shoved his phone into his pocket.
When Tweek finally appeared his hands were still stained and his shirt was wet, "you're really hopeless." Craig told him.
Tweek exclaimed nonsense, trembling all over, Craig took pity on him, "here." He said and stood the blond where the heater was for the beans.
"thanks man!" Tweek smiled crookedly.
In no time Tweek was dry and he managed to pull on his coat the first try; on their way out Mr Tweak handed them two coffees, followed by Craig grabbing twenty packets of sugar.
"Christ! It's really wet!" Tweek exclaimed on their walk to school and slurped his coffee.
Craig silently agreed, disliking how the rain was getting into his drink; on any of their walks he would allow the blond to talk as much as he wanted, about anything and at the end Tweek would thank him for listening.
Most of the time Craig looked like he wasn't listening but he listened to everything Tweek had to say, even the crazy theories that he'd heard a million times before.
Suddenly a loud horn blasted through the quiet, causing Tweek not only to fall into a puddle but also drop his coffee across the path and Craig spilt boiling coffee onto his hand.
"what's up losers!" Cartman shouted from the window of his crappy car.
It was a battered car with shoddily painted flames on the sides but he acted like he was driving a state of the art model.
Craig stuck his middle finger firmly at Cartman as he picked Tweek up with the other hand.
"ohh, I'm so scared!" Cartman cried sarcastically, "jealous of my sweet ride"
"I'd rather walk for the rest of my life than drive that piece of crap." Craig snapped flatly.
The fat teen flushed red, "ay! At least I can get laid whenever I want." He shouted.
Craig finally put his middle finger down, "a flesh-light doesn't count." He said.
Cartman turned a strange shade of purple before blasting his horn again and speeding off down the road, barely making the corner.
"douche." Craig spat.
Tweek was soaked through, shivering and twitching more than normal, without even having to think Crain removed his own coat and replaced the blond's with it.
It may have been cold and raining but Craig didn't think about that until the deed was done and Tweek gave him a crooked smile again.
Once at school the pair skipped first period by going to the bathroom and using the hand dryers to dry Tweek off as best they could; luckily the blond had a huge flask of coffee in his bag and swigged it generously while sitting under the dryer.
Craig pressed the buttons, watching Tweek's hair blow around everywhere and he felt a warm feeling inside which he was pretty sure wasn't coffee.