Sorry for the long wait! I was bust with midterms but I am back now with chapter 2! I also do not own South Park or the characters! Hope you enjoy this chapter!
It was lunchtime when Craig got to see a certain jittery blond once again. The shorty was sitting by Clyde, all while still twitching. The noirette stalked his way to the table, took a seat and haphazardly threw his bag on the tabletop. Bad move since it just caused Tweek to let out a scream.
"So Tweek said he was gonna show up to my party," the first time Clyde didn't wait for Craig to ask him a question.
"Only for a minute! I don't want to get killed!" He squeaked out loudly as he took a drink out of his cup. Was that a fresh cup? It had to be because Craig saw steam rising from the uncapped cup. Yet this kid was chugging it down like it was nothing, causing the guinea pig lover to flinch.
"Dude, what is up with you thinking that people are gonna kill you? Wait, are you a target for the FBI?"
"What?! NO! At least, I don't think so… AH, WHAT IF I AM?!" Craig felt like stabbing a plastic fork in his eye was a better option than hearing Tweek panic about being killed again.
"You're not, so stop worrying," Craig slowly turning his attention away from the blond towards his plain school lunch, opening his mouth and stuffed the white slugde called mashed potatoes inside. The brownish green gaze flickered up at him before giving a hesitant nodding. "Now go get food." It seemed like the blue eyed male had to take the role of mother. The blond gave another curt nod before he was on his feet and in the lunch line twitching behind a poor girl that would steal a glance or two at him from the corner of her eye.
Craig couldn't help but shake his head. He turned to stare at his two friends and Nicole with a look of annoyance. "What?" Token asked as he was leaning against the other dark skinned teen.
"Why is he with us now?"
"Craig, I know these two are cool with you being an asshole, but just let him chill with you guys. He's new, and probably very happy that you three showed slight kindness towards him." Nicole spoke before Token could.
"She has a point, give it time I'm sure you'll grow to like him." He instantly backed his girlfriend up and placed a kiss against her cheek.
"Hey Craig," Clyde spoke up finally as he turned to look at the noirette.
"What?"
"Fatass is making his way to the spaz." Sure enough he spotted Chubby McFuckface heading towards the twitching boy. Craig narrowed his eyes as he watched Cartman slap the girl's ass before hiding behind Tweek. She screamed, causing Tweek to jump in fear and look up from his coffee cup. A harsh sound sharply rang out as the girl's palm made contact with the blond's face. The trio, along with Nicole, winced as they looked on. Craig could feel the rage build up inside himself, but it wasn't his place to step in.
"You disgusting creep! Get away from me! Someone help, he touched me!" It wasn't long before Tweek was surrounded by four hulking males who towered over him, making him look like a child in comparison. The look on his face was that of pure terror as he shakily tried to take a drink from his coffee, which he somehow managed to not spill after such a forceful slap. It was as if it was glued to the palm of his hand or something. His hazel eyes closed tightly as he was manhandled. Craig noticed his leg beginning to trembled, yet they didn't make a move to help. Every new male that came to South Park had to prove their worth by taking their licks. Tweek was about to show his worth, plus Craig only had known the guy for about three hours, so he really wasn't in a rush to get his ass kicked for someone he barely knew.
The blonde was dragged out as he screamed and struggled; Craig couldn't help feel a little guilty. "Welcome to South Park…" Craig mumbled as he stood up. "C'mon, Clyde." Without missing a beat, the brunette was at his friend's side as they were quick to make their way to the fatass having a laughing fit. He was with Stan and Kyle; both seemed to be ignoring him. Out of the corner of his eye, Cartman could see someone making their way over. He quickly wore an innocent look on his face the moment he saw it was Clyde and Craig.
"Oh! Hi, Craig; Hi, Clyde. What brings you guys he-" Honestly, Craig didn't want him to finish that sentence as his fist flew towards that chubby face. It felt like punching a waterbed the way that his cheek jiggled and sloshed underneath his bony fist. Cartman fell to the floor clutching his cheek. The impact of the punch was so hard, it caused drops of blood to escape from his nose as well. Beside him, Stan was on his feet shooting Craig a dirty look, which he gave back in return. Kyle on the other hand looked like he had just won the lottery as he bounced on the cafeteria bench.
"Holy shit, dude! Do it again!"
"Craig, what the hell?!" Kyle and Stan spoke at the exact same time while exchanging a look between each other. Cartman looked up at Craig with huge brown eyes.
"We saw that shit you did to Tweek, Cartman. Not cool." it was Clyde that had spoken up for Craig, since the noirette didn't want to waste his breath.
"W-What shit? I didn't do anyth-" Before he could finish, he received another painful blow, this time it was a nice foot to the abdomen which caused the bigger male to curl up. Stan leapt forward getting in between the two and immediately grasped Craig by his shirt.
"Dude, fucking chill! He's already down." Stan growled in an intimidating manner. Clyde could only let out a slight gasp; he knew what was fixing to go down. Kyle was already on his feet ready to defuse the bomb that was about to go off if these two started a fight in the cafeteria.
"I'm going to give you three seconds to let go." Craig's voice was almost monotone as the words slowly made their way out of his mouth. The fury was notable not only in his eyes, but in his demeanor. Stan's grip tightened on the shirt as he didn't want to be the bitch of this confrontation.
"Stan, just let him go. It isn't worth it." Kyle was trying to disengage the fight but was only ignored as Craig shoved Stan back and away from him.
And that was it, Stan threw himself at Craig, knocking him to the ground. He felt many sharp explosions of pain suddenly pepper his face as Stan let out a flurry of punches. Craig, however, would not go down without a fight as he threw his fists against Stan's face and chest. A roar of cheers were heard as the fighting teens were surrounded by their fellow pulled out their phones, others screamed obscenities, but no one at all tried to pull them apart. Clyde and Kyle shared a look of concern for their friends before quickly throwing themselves in the middle. Kyle pulled on Stan's brown jacket, while Clyde was pulled at Craig's white shirt. They struggled as they tried their best to separate the two, it was almost impossible with how pissed Craig and Stan were. It wasn't too long before a teacher had shown up yelling at the boys; red faced and all. It was clear he just wanted to look like a hero that broke up the fight, though Clyde just found him rather annoying.
After finally managing to pull the two apart from each other, Craig found himself with a bloody nose and a busted lip. Stan too shared a busted lip, but his injuries involved a swollen eye and a bruised cheek. The two were still glaring daggers at each other while ignoring the teacher yelling at them to go to the principal's office.
They were eventually dragged off and all four boys found themselves sitting on a bench outside of the office; all four had scowls on their faces.
"This is complete bullshit! Clyde and I were only breaking up the fight, why did we get sent to the office?" Kyle's voice was the first to break the tension amongst the four teens as everyone glanced at him.
"Well I wouldn't be here if Stan would have just minded his own business." Craig words were next to follow Kyle's.
"You punched Cartman for no reason! I wasn't going to sit there and let that happen. You hate him, I get it, but you don't punch an idiot just because he's retarded."
"Actually, Craig had a good reason. Cartman is the reason that girl slapped Tweek and got him beat up. He slapped her on the ass, and Craig needed to show that we claimed him as one of ours, so he can't do that shit." Craig nodded with everything Clyde had just said. The things best friend's do for each other.
"I knew that fatass was up to something! He kept telling Stan and I that he was going to do something really funny at lunch!"
"That prick!" Stan yelled. All the boys seemed to have calmed down, forming a truce as they shared a look with each other. "But what now? We might get expelled. My mom will flip." Stan added causing a heavy silence to fall between the four.
"Leave it to me. The principle is used to me always being here, so I can probably talk him into giving me some detention and back off the rest of you guys." Craig spoke up knowing that it wasn't that big of a deal.
"No way! I can't let you take the fall. I threw the first punch this time."
"Wait I got it! Let's blame it on the fatass! And I'm not talking about Clyde." The ginger jested causing two out of the other three to bust out laughing.
"Hey, fuck you guys! I'm not fat!"
"Yeah, but you sure eat like a fatass." Craig joined in as the mood began to lifted. Clyde shoved Craig who only grinned at him. That's when the door opened and a blond stepped out, and the others couldn't help but winced. He had blood all over his moss green shirt, a busted lip, two black eyes, and a bruised nose. He had clearly seen better days.
"Shit, Tweek; are you okay?" Clyde stood up to go check on the blonde, but Tweek just flinched away from the jock. Craig could only watch the shaky blonde walk to the door.
"And I will be informing your parents that you think it's funny to slap girl's on their bottoms! You have detention starting tomorrow!" The principal words bellowed out of the office before appearing at the doorway and turning his attention at the four boys. "Craig and Stan; how many times is this? It has to be the twentieth."
"Actually it's the eighteenth." Craig couldn't help but correct the principal's statement while watching the him run his hands through his already balding head.
"Okay, I don't have time for this. Stan and Craig, you will get three days of detention. Clyde and Kyle, this a warning for you two. Now please leave my office; I am done dealing with little assholes like you."
"What, are you gonna go masturnate to porn in your office?" Craig's tongue was sharper than the glare he received back from the principal.
"Tucker!" Craig ignored the warning as he had already made his way out of the door keeping his right hand in a death grip so it didn't flash the birdie. After everything that happened, he didn't feel the need to return to class, so he walked out the back doors and being relieved when he didn't see the goths loitering in their usual spot. However there was a fidgety blond shakily adding some sort of small crystals to their coffee. It looked like salt, which was odd to add salt to that sort of drink.
"What are you doing?" Craig finally questioned, hearing a scream as the messy teen jumped about five feet into the air. The small bag he had a moment ago flew through the air before falling to the ground spilling the white crystal like substance all over. A gasp slipped from Tweek as he scooped up the bag. A thin black eyebrow rose at that action as his attention remained on the blonde.
"N-Nothing! I was adding sugar to my coffee!" That certainly didn't look like sugar, yet Craig didn't care enough to question it. He instead took interest in Tweek's beaten face. With how pale his skin was, it already began forming dark purple bruises, making them stand out. The blood that hadn't fully been cleaned from his face was smeared along his upper lip and cheek. It made a feeling of guilt well up inside the skinny male.
"Hey, are you okay?" He questioned softly, moving a bit closer to the twitchy teen. Whoa, hold on; this was not Craig Tucker's usually douche bag self. He would never ask if someone was actually alright. Why did he care if this spaz had gotten beat up?
"Gah!" Squeaked out of Tweek. Craig had already become accustomed to this despite only knowing for a short time. "Y-Yes, I'm fine. Ack-! I've had much worse than this at my old school." Ah, so this was the reason the kid seemed to be on edge; a bullying victim was in front of him.
Since Craig didn't like to deal with those types, he only gave a slight nod soon moving to pull out a carton of his smokes. A snort left him as he saw the blonde's face scrunch up in distaste, however it didn't stop the noirette from placing one in his mouth and lighting the end. After the shit that happened with the principal he needed a taste of nicotine in his mouth. He could see Tweek squirming with his coffee cup, seeming lost in thought as Tweek then took a step closer.
"You do know smoking will kill you a lot faster than you think," oh god, he was an anti smoking douche.
"So? A lot of things kill people crack kills faster than smoke, and so does heroin, and meth," he saw Tweek twitch while pulling at his cup. "No need to get fidgety because I disagree. I just don't care about the whole smoking will kill you crap."
"B-But you should care about it! W-What if you get cancer this year! Oh god, Clyde would be devastated!"
"Smoking doesn't give you cancer in minutes, so chill out. I'm trying to relax and your nagging is pissing me off," it truly wasn't but he would have liked a few minutes of quietness. The threat seemed to work as Tweek fell into some silence. He would occasionally let out a whimper but Craig seemed to push this to the back of his head. It was too soon when the tall teen found himself inhaling the last of the burning stick, soon flicking it to the ground without a care. He heard a screech and watched as Tweek stepped on the burning bud.
"Be careful! You could have killed us all! We could have all burned to death! That's the worst way to go! You'll get boils on your skin, and you wouldn't be able to stop the sensation because it's all over your body! Your skin would start to melt, but you would still be alive because it hasn't gotten to your insides, and the smoke wouldn't have killed you-"
"The ground was wet right there," Craig pointed out while Tweek glanced back with a slight twitch. His cheeks were now burning as red as the fire he was talking about. That seemed to be rather cute as Craig almost found himself petting the wild hair. He caught himself however while shaking his head with a huff. Thankfully he heard a 'fuck you' ring in the air causing him to pull out the electronic and flicked on the screen.
Wannabe Fuckboi: wher r u? Token iz mad at us :(
Craig: I'm out where everyone smokes. Be there in a second.
He flicked the screen off letting out a sigh. "C'mon Token is looking for us," he gave sharp flick of his head before walking. He heard Tweek yell before moving to follow him since he heard the quicker footsteps to keep up with his long strides. He already knew where Token was due to the way Clyde was texting him. Now he led the other to the abandoned bathroom that no one ever seemed to use. He spotted Token who was tapping his foot against the ground, his eyes trained on the door but now was looking at Craig.
"What the hell were you thinking? You can't just go around picking fights with people, Craig! You'll end up getting expelled!" Token was furious making Craig sigh and glance to Clyde who was already tearing up. Tweek twitched and covered his ears while his eyes flicked around the area in order to try and focus on something other than Token.
"Dude, chill out you're freaking Tweek out, and making Clyde cry," that made the purple covered teen sigh and seem to relax a bit. That seemed to be the end of his scolding, soon moving to the door.
"Look, all I'm saying is that I don't want you to keep fighting with everyone, okay?" Token pleaded. Craig gave in without a word and gave a simple nod of his head. The truth was that no excuses were coming to his mind, so he would just do what Token asked of him.
"Token, I think you're coming from a great place, but we gotta remember Craig is just quick to violence. It's how he was raised, besides the principal hasn't expelled him yet. We all know they don't care," Clyde butted in, his hand rubbing at his eyes as the tears were brushed away.
The teen's anger seemed to be sapped out of his body as he rubbed at his neck. "Okay, I get it Clyde, but it's the first day back and you're already starting fights. I just don't want there to be a fight every day."
"There won't be a fight everyday, just when someone pisses me off to the point of punching." The group sat there before bursting into fits of laughter all but one who was taking a drink from his togo cup.
"Okay, how about we all go to Taco Bell after school? We all need to relax, and have fun! Plus food is always a great mood breaker, so we can all get to know Tweek a lot better." Food seemed to always be the solution in the jock's world.
"Gah! I wish I could but my dad wants me to help out with the shop today! We just opened up so my parents need extra help! Ah, I can't handle this pressure!" Tweek tugged at his hair and started to shake.
"Then how about we get Taco Bell and then go to your parents coffee shop? We can all hang out with you!" Clyde took a step towards the muttering blond, and took his hand.
"B-But what if I mess up your orders making you guys hate me?! Or what if because you're there I get so distracted that I cause a fire?! Or I ignore a customer and they get so upset they try and shoot m-"
"Tweek," Craig finally spoke up while shaking his head. "That's not gonna happen, people here aren't trigger happy. Fires can easily be put out. We won't hate you for messing up our orders." Counter arguments to all the blond's worries. Plus they all seemed rather logical instead of whatever was going through Tweek's head. Those answers seemed to work as Tweek went silent and gave a slight nod.
"So we'll see you later," the four all nodded in agreement as they left the bathroom hearing the bell. One more class was left so Craig made his way to the last class of the day. The best news was he shared it with Clyde. So the two had chosen seats in the back while the teacher went on about what they needed for the class followed by class rules. The rules were all the same in all the classes no talking when the the teacher is talking, make sure to be respectful, and all those basic rules. The rules that would all be broken within a week. Someone always tried to start trouble for the teachers in every class, it was very common.
"So what do you think of Tweek?" Here was the question Craig didn't want to answer.
"I find him annoying, and a bit pathetic. Tell me why Token and you want to be friends with him?"
"Because I think Tweek is pretty cool," the brunette sang out. "Besides you threw a punch at Cartman for him, you gotta like him at least a little."
"I did it because you invited him into our group, and now that he's in the group I want those guys to stay as far away from him as they can. If they hang around him then they'll all hang around us. I can't stand that idea," Craig rolled a pen between his finger and the hard plastic surface of the desk.
"Then why was he with you when you came to the bathroom?" He could feel his best friend smirking over at him. Repressing the urge for his fist to meet the plump cheek he could only give a slight uncaring shrug. The blue covered teen soon grasped his phone wanting to see how much time was left for them to sit through. He let out a groan when it proved to be fifteen minutes till the freedom.
"Fuck," he swore under his breath noticing Clyde was talking to a certain whore in an orange parka. How long had that guy been in there? Craig couldn't even remember seeing him when they first walked in.
"I think he's pretty cute, if he weren't so jumpy I probably would have put the moves on him immediately," now tuning into the conversation he instantly knew who the two were talking about. Craig let out a snort to show he was now listening in, however that didn't detour Kenny away from talking. "C'mon Craig, he is small, blond, and skinny let's face it he is the perfect boy. Now if weren't so jumpy I totally would try to marry him."
"You say that about everyone you want to bang. Once you have sex with him you'll just move onto your next victim." Craig spouted out the facts he had discovered after hanging around Kenny so long.
"Ouch," with a foreign look of pain growing across his face Kenny put a hand over his heart, "you wound me, good sir. I am just a lover who has not yet found his soulmate. So I must search high and low until I finally have them in my arms."
"Well as long as you stay away from Bebe we won't have any problems," Clyde spoke out while playing on his phone. At this Kenny and Craig exchanged a look because the two blonds have already been together multiple times in fact.
"So Craig," Kenny coughed, "is there anyone you're interested in?" The dark haired kid glanced up as if the ceiling would provide an answer.
"Not right now, I just got out of a relationship with Wendy about three months ago haven't been looking for one since." Thinking back on it Wendy and him got together after Stan and her had one of their annual break ups. It wasn't anything serious, and it only lasted for a week. However seeing that he caused Stan a lot of pain pleased him to no ends. The two broke up whenever Wendy decided that she wanted to be with Stan again. It didn't hurt Craig because he was only dating her to piss Stan off.
"Dude, that wasn't a relationship. You didn't even go out on dates!" A high pitched nasally voice rose in his left ear.
"How was she in bed?" The lower pitched voice spoke out in its all so smooth fashion.
"She was okay in bed, don't waste your time Kenny," his frown tugging more at his lips. "I didn't say it was a true relationship or anything. I am just saying I dated her last. Seriously I just don't want to date around right now."
"Cause you're secretly gay?"
"Fuck off, Mcwhoremick, I'm not gay. I would be way cooler about it than being inside the closet." He grumbled his icy blue eyes spotting the new time. Seeing it was now three minutes til the bell rang he scooped up his bag and sat on the edge of the hard plastic chair. The bell soon echoed through the halls causing students to rush towards the door. Craig decided it was best to hang back than to fight through the crowds. However when he went to his locker he spotted a green wearing blond pressed against the empty locker beside his own. How could someone be so pathetic?
The skinny jean wearing teen had now appeared at his locker, his eyes tracing over the blue metallic door. He lazily tugged it open putting any supplies that would weigh him down into the rather small locker. His attention slowly turned to the sound of harsh breathing. It seemed as though Tweek was still adjusting to life, and was mumbling about how he needed his parent's coffee. "Hey," in response he heard a screech so he knew he had Tweek's attention. "You're being rather loud. Shut up." Hearing nothing from the other he gave a curt nod, and shifted to leave. He didn't want to spend too much time with Tweek. He found the blond rather annoying.
It wasn't long before he was outside by the shiny red paint of a Kia Soul. His arm resting over hood of the car now waiting to spot two familiar figures. What his eyes landed on instead was a shaking teen stepping onto the bus. That surprised him as he did not expect Tweek to even be able to get on a public transportation device on his own accord.
"Stop checking out your new boyfriend," Craig nearly jumped at the sound of the unexpected voice. His gaze landing on a familiar brunette.
"Fuck off, I wasn't checking him out. I just happened to spot him," seeing the grin grow across Clyde's face let him know that he had made a mistake.
"So you were checking him out? I was just messing with you!" Craig had raised his fist already to hit Clyde when another voice joined them.
"I don't know what he did but just don't do it. If he cries I will not give either one of you a free ride for the rest of the school year." Token threatened and in return Craig growled and let his hand fall beside his thigh. "Good, now we're going to Ta-"
"What's up bi-bih-bi-bitches," all three teens groaned loudly at the sound of the new voice.
"Go away, Jimmy. We don't want to be around you," Clyde spoke up ignoring the crippled kid who came limping over to the with the help of his crutches.
"Aww, come on we're all p-p-pals," he spoke up as Craig turned his gaze towards him. Jimmy Valmer, one of the more popular kids at the school because people took pity on him. He was handicapped sure, but he got along just fine so people didn't need to pity the guy. He used to hang out with Craig's gang before they hit tenth grade, then things happened.
"I'm not you pal, so go away before you make me punch a handicap."
"Wow what a terrific audience, I just came to check on you. Especially Token, since he o-owes me s-s-somethings," Jimmy held out his hand while Craig clenched his teeth together.
"Are you still blackmailing him after all this time? It's been two fucking years get off his back," Token grasped Craig's shoulder and gave a small shake of his head. The teen soon walked over to the crippled one and placed a green bill in his hand.
"Pleasure d-doing business with you," with that the teen was limping away.
"God, he used too be so cool too. Now he's just a giant douchebag." Clyde grumbled under his breath moving to get into the car.
"Token you should really stop doing what he wants. We both know he can't ruin you at this point. It was one mistake."
"Craig, it isn't that simple. I wish I could just stop, but he has an advantage over me right now. At least until we are out of school, so please just keep your cool around him." With a heavy silence between the two they got in the car.
Clyde sang out his crappy songs, nudging Token at some parts and eventually their dark skinned friend cracked a smile. Craig decided it was best to let his annoyance go for Jimmy and replace it for annoyance for the music Clyde was playing for the two.
"CAUSE BAAAAABY YOU'RE A FIIIIIIIREWORK!" Clyde sang at the top of his lungs giving Token a small nudge.
"COME ON SHOW EM WHAT YOU'RE WORTH," Token joined in as Craig kicked the back of the passenger seat in protest. Earning a roar of laughter from the two in the front.
"C'mon on Craig take it away," and Craig did. He raised his hand while slipping off his closets friends. "Amazing! You're a star! A natural! Pose for the camera!" As much as Craig didn't want to Clyde had finally earned a snort from the pouting teen.
"Put on a different song, your voice is killing my ear drums, Clyde. At least Token can actually sing." He spotted Token's shoulder starting to shake as Clyde sent the driver a not so friendly glare. A light mood had been placed into the air, as Token pulled into the Taco Bell drive through.
"Oh get me five tacos, and a Baja Blast to drink. Oh get the green sauce packs." Clyde said into Token's ear, and Craig rolled his eyes.
"I'll just take a five layered burrito," free food was free food Craig had no right to reject it. Token took mental note of their food and rolled down the window to tell the person their order. A second later they were told to pull up to the window to pay.
"So after this we're going to Tweek's parents coffee shop?" The driver questioned and looked at Clyde for confirmation.
"We did promise the kid we would, so I don't see why we wouldn't. I mean it would be kinda mean: Craig might be used to being mean but I'm not." A scoff was heard from the black haired boy in the back seat.
"Fuck off, but I am not against it. I want to try their coffee actually." He said though the thought of the black liquid made his stomach twist.
"He wants to see his new boyfrie-" a foot collided with the back of Clyde's seat causing him to laugh as he looked back at Craig. "I'm kidding. Chill out, dude."
Craig for the second time that day stuffed his earbuds into his ears while watching the scenery move by. It didn't take too long for the trio to appear in front of the new coffee store. In bright white letters 'Tweek Bros' hung over a light brown building with clear windows that had coffee pictures pasted onto the glass. It looked empty for the most part as only a few customers were inside, so when the other two got out of the car Craig shoved the door open as he stepped out. With a Taco Bell bag in hand the three entered the coffee shop, and spotted the blond behind the counter just looking down at the counter. Upon closer inspection Craig noticed he was drawing on a notebook instead of the counter.
"Tweek, what's up bro? I brought you a taco," Clyde stepped towards the counter handing the taco to the trembling blonde. A smile appearing on his pale and bruised face; appearing to be the only time he was calm.
"Thanks, man. Can I get you anything?" Tweek looked up at the trio grinning. "I recommend the food here."
"Why not the coffee?" Token asked.
"Oh, b-because not everyone likes our coffee," he spoke up now starting up his twitching. Craig just looked at the menu with a frown.
"Give me chocolate muffin then," Craig ordered.
"Oh make that two! Give us two!" Clyde jumped excitedly.
"I'll take a scone. I would order coffee, but I am not really in the mood. How much will it be?"
"Just this once it is on the house. It's a thank you for the taco. It isn't poisoned is it?" Tweek studied the wrapped food suspiciously.
"No! Dude come on have some faith in me. I actually enjoy your company. Think of it as a friendship offering," like usually Clyde was trying to be friendly with the boy. However it did ease Tweek's mood as he looked over the brunette with a nod. It was odd to say, but in the coffee shop it seemed the blond wasn't as panicked as he usually was. Maybe with little people around he was fine. No when it was just Craig and him the short teen was still panicked. Tweek's gaze met Craig's as the noirette quickly turned his gaze away.
"Thanks, Tweek. It's pretty cool that you're giving us the food," Token was the spokesman for them. Since Craig didn't like to talk a lot and Clyde was a lot more casual than formal. So the trio just moved away to a table after Tweek handed them their food. Clyde was already on his third taco by the time Craig finished his burrito. He just couldn't believe how quickly the brunette could shove food into that black hole he called a mouth. He was a little upset that Tweek ended up becoming busy as more people came into the shop. So they weren't able to actually spend time with the boy. Craig stood after they all finished their food as did the others. They didn't talk a lot due to having food in their mouths. So on the way out they said goodbye to their newest friend.
"Bye, Tweek! See you at school tomorrow," Clyde waved as he jumped out of the door.
"Yeah, have a good evening Tweek," Token said his goodbyes. While Craig just gave a short nod to say goodbye.
"W-Wait Craig, can you come here for a moment?" The lanky teen paused and looked back towards Tweek. He made his way to the counter.
"I heard you picked a f-fight with that guy who got me beat up. Ack! I just want to say thank you."
"It isn't a big deal. No need for thanks beside Clyde wanted to do it." It was a lie, but Tweek didn't have to know.
"Oh, okay well still thanks." With that Craig nodded and left the store. A weird feeling was feeling his chest as he left.
The creep had now made the delinquent feel happiness with a simple thank you.
That is it for this chapter! Please leave a review on the story. It really helps me a lot and I do appreciate it! Thank you and stay tuned for chapter 3