My dad slowly pulled up to South Park High. "Are you excited for your first day?" he asked. I shrugged, "Eh. It just means I am one year closer to graduating." "And one year closer to running your own coffee shop!" my dad chimed. "Yeah…"

Once I graduated my dad was going to buy some property at the other end of town. It was going to be another Tweak Bro's, but I ran this one.

If you are wondering if I will be selling meth, the answer is yes. I could not get away that easy.

"You need to start looking for a business partner." my dad said as he pulled up to the sidewalk. "I told you, dad, I do not want one." "Well, if you still want to go to college and get that business degree you do." he said.

My father also wanted me to get a business degree. Said it would help out with our marketing and whatnot. They did not care that I might want to do something else with my life.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. I did not want to have this conversation at 7:40 in the morning.

"Then why not wait to open the shop once I get done with college?" I asked trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice. "Because we need to expand. That way it will make it harder for the cops to pinpoint us." I finally turned to look at him. "They have yet to catch you all in how many years? We do not need a second place." I grabbed my backpack and opened the door.

"Tweek!" he yelled as I walked inside. It seems that I will never be able to get away from this. No matter how bad I want to.


My first three classes were not that bad. It was just calculus, English, and history. My fourth period though, I was excited for.

I walked into the art room. This had been my favorite subject since I was in elementary school. There was something about the way painting, sculpting, drawing, chalking calmed me. I studied the room. Mrs. Lane had moved the tables around, but other than that is was the same art room I had come to love. I sat in my favorite spot by the window. It was nice to look up and see the landscape. The tall trees, a pond that had some wildlife visiting it, and the beautiful sky. Sometimes I would picture myself escaping through those trees.

"Mind if I sit here?" a voice asked disrupting my thoughts. I nearly fell out of my seat when I saw the blue chullo. "Y...y...y...yes." I stuttered trying to regain my composure. Craig pulled out the stool beside me and set down.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Out of all the classes we could have ever had together, we had to have this one. I glanced at him. God, he was attractive. My mind wandered to last night and our little exchange.

Should I bring it up?

"You know Tweek," he said with a small smile, "if you take a picture it will last longer." I nearly croaked over. "I...I'm sorry!" I said looking away. A clear blush coming over my cheeks. I heard him giggle a little. "I am just kidding with you."

We sat there in silence for what felt like, I don't know, an eternity. The world seemed to disappear around me. I knew the teacher was talking, but she wasn't there. It was just me and Craig.

The silence was finally broke when Craig spoke, "Do you want to be my drawing partner?" I gave him a look. He somehow knew I wasn't paying attention. Probably from all those times being in class together. "We are supposed to draw someone from the class. Do you want to draw me?"

Suddenly the room became very hot. "S...s...sure!" I said grabbing by drawing pad.

We turned to face each other, deciding I should go first. I studied him as I began to draw. "So, you saw me last night."

I twitched causing a huge mark across the page. "Y...yeah. Sorry about creeping on you. I could not sleep." I said trying to erase the mark. "It is fine. I did not mind it actually." I could feel my face burn. "So…when did you start smoking?" I asked keeping my eyes on the page. "Since freshman year." he said. "Started smoking because I just needed something to make me feel." I glanced at him.

"How does smoking make you feel?"

Before he could answer, Mrs. Lane came by. "How is it going over here?" she asked. "It's going good." Craig said looking at me. "Y...yeah." I responded. "You got yourself an amazing partner Craig. Tweek is absolutely amazing."

"I know he is."


After art, Craig and I did not have any more classes together. Which was for the best, because I do not think my heart could take any more of that.

The rest of my school day went by pretty quick. Before I knew it, I was walking home. I always enjoyed this time of day. It was peaceful. I listened to the birds chirp as I walked.

I turned the corner to Tweak Bros when I stopped in my tracks. There were three police cars sitting in front of the store. My heart began to race.

Dear god! They found us! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!

I could feel the panic attack coming. I slowly started to move. Dreading what I was going to see I opened the door.

My mom was sitting in the booth crying while my dad was talking to the cops. I did not see any handcuffs. Yet.

"Tweek!" my mom screamed as the door shut. She ran up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. "It is fine. They aren't here to arrest us." she whispered in my ear. I could feel my whole body relax. I sent up a prayer to whoever thanking them.

Even though I hated my dad, I still loved my mom and she loved me. She had been there for me when Craig left. When I went through my withdrawal. When I went through every panic and anxiety attack imaginable.

I wrapped my arms around my mother. Holding her small body close to me. "What happened?" I asked.

"Some man came in here with a gun while I was gone." my father said. While he was gone, meant he was out getting meth from our local makers. "They held the gun to my face, demanding money." my mom whispered holding back her tears.

My mom should not have been in this business. She was too nice and too kind to people. I think the meth heads took advantage of that. That is probably who was here. Someone wanting their next fix, but could not afford it so they tried to just steal it from us.

"It is okay Mrs. Tweak. We will find who did this." one of the cops said.

They better hope they find them before my father does. Because if they don't, they will never find him.

I sat with my mom as the cops finished interviewing my dad. "We will be back later tonight to do one final check around the place to make sure there was no evidence that we left behind." they said as they left

Once they were gone, my father got on the phone with his people. "Find him and bring him in here." was all he said.

He came back over to us. "We are going to get him sweetie." he said rubbing her back. My mom just shook her head. "Maybe we should just lay low for a while. The cops will be hanging around here to try and get the perp." my mom whispered.

We both knew the answer to that even before he said it.

"We cannot sweetie. We will lose money if we do. It might also cause another incident like this one." he whispered softly putting his hands on her shoulders. "But, dad they could have killed mom." I said. He turned his attention to me. "We cannot close. Not yet. This is one of the busiest times of the year." he glared at me.

I knew that there was no arguing with him.

The bell above the door rang, drawing our attention to it. There stood Craig. "Sorry sir. We are closed for the day." my dad said. "Oh. I was just coming here to hang out with Tweek. But I can come back." Craig said motioning toward the door. "Wait!" my mom said jumping off the chair. "Are you Craig?" she said moving toward him. "Like the Craig that my boy use to date?" she asked grabbing his hand. You could tell was slowly becoming uncomfortable.

He shook his head yes. My mom's eyes lit up. She was formulation something.

"How about you and Tweek go out somewhere." she said.

She turned toward me. "Yeah. You two go somewhere. Your father and I will clean up here." By clean up, it meant replacing all the coffee cup with meth with regular coffee cups before the cops come back.

"Mom, do not push me onto Craig." I said. But, in reality, I wanted to stay here with my mom and keep her safe. My dad did care for her, do not get me wrong, but he cared more for his business.

"I do not mind." Craig said. I glanced at him then back at my mom.

Go, she mouthed. I got up and walked over to Craig. "Just be back by night time." she said. I looked back at my mom one more time, my eyes asking if she was okay.

She nodded her head. I turned and walked out the door.


Once we rounded the corner I looked at Craig. "There was a robbery in the shop right before I got home." Craig just looked at me. "I wish they had called me. I really love my mom." I said looking down. "If something had happened to her…" I choked as I held back my tears.

"Here, let's sit down." Craig said motioning toward a tree.

We set down, leaning our backs into it. We sat there quietly. Normally the silence would kill me, causing me to panic. But with Craig, it felt natural and calming.

Have any of you ever lived in a constant state of anxiety, that it soon became your normal? You forgot what it was like to not be that way? Well, with Craig it was like I finally remembered.

"I am glad your mom is safe." Craig finally said. I shook my head in agreeance. "I just wish my dad would close the shop for a little bit." "Why won't he." I had to think of my words carefully. "Because the coffee shop is our livelihood. If we close we lose money. Lost money means no food." I said slowly, making sure I did not give anything away.

"That sucks man."

I turned and looked at Craig. "Why did you let my mom push me onto you?" I finally asked. He turned and looked at me. Our eyes locked. Those blue eyes were searching for something. "Because," he said not looking away, "I want to get to know you again Tweekers."

My heart skipped a beat when he said that. Tweekers was the nickname he gave me when we first started dating. After we broke up, I yelled at anyone that called me that.

"Why do you want to know me again?"

He leaned in. "Because I still have feelings for you Tweekers." he whispered. My cheeks became hot. Then I felt his cool lips kissing them.


Author's Note:

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I loved writing the art scene and the last little bit. I want to add some more cutesy parts. I am starting to like how I making their relationship! It will take me a while to update because I am also working on another South Park fanfiction.

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