South Park Fan fiction
Decaf ~part 3
Warning: This is a Creek (CraigxTweek) story. There will be mention of other pairings but I will be sticking to the one I previously mentioned.
There will be chapters that will be rated M. And I would like to mention that I have no idea where I'm going with this...
PS. If anyone has any requests or ideas, please message me! I really appreciate it.
Craig's point of view:
Last night, before falling asleep, I had devised a new separate plan to the one I originally had. This one was a lot more complicated because I need to sound and act as casual as possible. I needed to know who this girl was to make him feel better. I wasn't going to mention how I found out about her but I still think I could help him if I knew. Yes, also, I was extremely curious.
On the way to school, I told Clyde about it and he thought it was a great idea. He would help me, which wouldn't change much since Clyde doesn't really ever do anything.
"So...um Tweek, listen, is it okay if I ask you some questions?" Clyde randomly broke the silence at the cafeteria table.
"Um ngh sure, I-I guess." He mumbled and sipped on his decaf coffee.
I saw Token raise his eyes up curiously. He looked like he was ready to pounce on Clyde if he made a wrong move.
"Well Craig and I have been doing this poll, and we were just wondering if you could name us the names of the girls that you find well...hot?" As Clyde went deeper and deeper into that sentence, the more Token's eyes widened and when it ended he started to choke on whatever he was eating.
"AGH OH MY GOSH, YOU'RE CHOKING!" Tweek shrieked.
"No, AHEM, don't worry, I'm fine." Token said in a hoarse voice.
But that's when I noticed something...
Token HAD been acting weird lately. He looked nervous all of the time which was very unlike him. He seemed to be hiding something; how did I know? First of all, Token is the chillest guy I know and at the moment he seems to be shakier than Tweek...and that's saying something. Secondly, he keeps looking around him all of time and by the expressions he makes, it looks like he's making eye contact with someone. And finally, when Clyde mentioned our fake poll, he started to randomly choke...but on what? Token wasn't having lunch today. Of course, Clyde and Tweek were either too stupid or distracted to even notice.
"Anyways," Clyde went on, rolling his eyes at our best friend. "So Tweek, come on, tell me." Clyde sucked at this; he looked way too excited for the answer.
"Oh, ngh, it's all right, Kenny already asked me before you guys." He twitched and went back to cute-uh, quietly sipping his coffee.
I knew something was up. Of course, Clyde didn't, being his dumb ass self.
"Token, dude, could I speak to you for a second?" I motioned him to follow me to a corner in the cafeteria.
I could still see Clyde and Tweek conversing about God knows what as we got further from our table.
"What is it?" Token asked impatiently. He wasn't looking at me, but it didn't look like he was avoiding my gaze either.
"Dude, what's going on? Why are you acting all weird?"
Token bit on the skin of his fingers and finally looked up to meet my eyes.
"There's no girl. J-Just Craig, please trust me. I can't tell you anything but I-there's- it's not about a girl, that's not why he was depressed all this time."
This was the first time I had ever seen Token stumble over a sentence like that. On top of it all, he was still biting at his dark skin and scanning the room. But, then he stopped. His eyes settled on something and I followed the stare to Kenny McCormick, who seemed to be just staring right back. And who had asked Tweek that question already...? Yes, yes I do believe it was the blonde.
Token's point of view:
I had told him it was a bad idea. But, he had insisted, so I guess he really didn't give me much of a choice.
He knocked twice on the door before a middle aged woman answered it.
"Why hello there Token and...Kenny was it?" Mrs. Tweak greeted us.
"Yes ma'am." We said in unison.
She let us in, also informing us that neither her husband nor son was home. Kenny probably knew they weren't, that's why he wanted to come here now.
When we sat down in the living room with Tweek's mom, Kenny's boyish expression changed to a very serious one. He looked like he was about to interrogate her.
"Ma'am, I believe you know something that your husband is not as aware of." The blonde said, sounding as professional as he possibly could.
"W-What do you mean?" She said and blushed heavily.
Wait a minute, this was actually WOKRING? Huh...
"I'm talking about your son. Mr. Tweak said that he was heartbroken...by a girl." Kenny paused and waited 10 seconds for a response. Not getting one, he just went on. "We both know that's wrong Mrs. Tweak."
Her fingers automatically stopped drumming on the armrest; her feet stopped tapping on the wooden floor and she also may have stopped breathing.
I opened my mouth to speak but my words met with Kenny's finger, bringing them to a stop before they could even be heard.
The next 20 seconds were the most awkward of my life.
Mrs. Tweek just stared at the floor without blinking, obviously thinking of a way to say something, while Kenny waited. He knew this would happen and he had to drag me along with him...but why? Why me? It just wasn't fair anymore, I mean, every time my friends were too stupid to deal with their own problems, I had to do it for them.
"I always knew he liked Craig." Mrs. Tweak said and pulled me out of my useless thinking.
She didn't look up, but you could see it all in her voice; the pain, the love and of course that typical worry that any good mother had for their beloved child.
"But, I never knew that he would ever consider more than friendship." She sighed loudly and finally lifted her head up. "He really does love him; he really does. I just never told his father... I- I wasn't sure how he would react." She let out a soft sob and Kenny got up to comfort her. He patted her back and mumbled 'its okay' a few times. It really was an odd scene to watch.
"I-I just told him that he was in love with a girl, s-so that he wouldn't ask any-any more questions." She whispered through tears.
So here it all was. Tweek was in love with Craig...that's why he left. The mother knows while the father has no idea. And, last but not least, Craig and Clyde keep coming with these plans, making this situation even more confusing than it already was.
When we finally walked out of the Tweak household, I decided to ask Kenny a few questions I needed answers to.
Craig's point of view:
"Token, what the FUCK is wrong with you? Make it quick though; I don't trust Clyde alone with Tweekers." I said glancing back at the other two we had left behind.
"All right, I'm sorry, but Craig it's just that...Tweek isn't heartbroken about a girl he-...Tweekers?"
"Huh?" What the hell was he talking abou- oh shit.
"Y-you called him Tweekers. You called Tweek by some kind of...pet name! Dude! What the hell! You're gay for him?"
Did I really just do that? I did, didn't I? I wasn't gay. I knew I wasn't. There was no way I was.
"I'm not gay for him, Token." I half yelled. I was about to flip him off but realisation hit and my eyes widened causing a small smirk to appear on his lips.
"He likes me? Like, like likes me?" Damn, I sounded like such a chick and Tweek was the gay one here.
"Yes, and would you please stop coming up with these insane plans now?" He said, rolling his eyes at me.
Fuck, how could he just roll his eyes? Did he not realise in what kind of position he had just put me in? There was only one thing I could do to get myself out of it for the rest of the day, so I flipped him off and walked right out of the cafeteria.
For the rest of the day, I refused to acknowledge their existences. I had another plan to make anyway... yes ANOTHER plan.
No, I didn't go home after school. I roamed the town, walked into places that I normally wouldn't even look twice at. Tom's Rhinoplasty, for example, wasn't really one of my everyday stops...or the abortion clinic for that matter.
I stared at the clock in the abortion clinic and before I knew it, it was 5 o'clock and Tweek's shift had started half an hour ago. I still had to wait an hour for it to end and then another 20 minutes or so for him to get home. That's when I'll go to his house and...And what? I had no idea. I wanted to go in his house, talk to him safely in his room where he would hopefully be more comfortable.
But what was I going to say? What was there to say? I would like to mention that him being gay doesn't bother me and neither does the fact that he's gay for me. I was actually very flattered. It almost made me happy that he was playing for the other team. I had never imagined him with a girl anyhow.
So that was it; at exactly 6:20 I will knock on the door of the Tweak residence and then I WILL talk to him, no matter how much he denies it or twitches or freaks out. It's not like I'm not used to it.
I decided to wait for 6:20 somewhere else because the curious stares of the pregnant women and the secretary were creeping me out. As I walked out of the clinic, I flipped off all the pregnant sluts and was on my way back to Tom's Rhinoplasty.
Token.
"Kenny, it's done. We told Tweek that we know and Craig is aware as well, so why the hell are you over here?"
Kenny had snuck into my room through the window and had that stupid Cheshire cat grin on his face again.
"Why Toky, our work isn't done yet, we have one more life to enlighten before we're done." He purred.
"Kenny, I'm not gay."
"Not you, douche, Tucker." He said.
"Craig's not gay." I stated. Craig wasn't gay, it couldn't be. It's like saying that I'm white or Clyde's smart.
"How about we just make sure, okay? I mean, you never know right?" He said and plopped himself down on my waterbed.
"Kenny, look, this is pointless, Craig isn't... you know. He likes girls." I explained desperately.
"Does he? Name me a girl he likes or a girlfriend he's had."
"Well, dude, Craig is boring and never tells us anything. How the hell am I supposed to know?" I went on, trying to defend my friend as much as I could.
"Okay look, I have a plan. It's very simple and it will give us some answers." He sat up and started bouncing gently on my bed, looking intrigued by the sound of the water under the mattress material.
"Ugh, ANOTHER plan? Really? I am so tired of plans. They always go wrong in some way or cause trouble." I grumbled.
Kenny chuckled and seemed to be amused by my annoyance. He got up and slung an arm around me while the other slid itself under my shirt.
"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure Craig would be bothered if I did this to his precious Tweeky." He whispered seductively and toyed with the hem of my jeans.
I clenched my teeth and felt a drop of sweat trickle down the side of my face.
"Tweekers." I corrected involuntarily and quickly pulled away.
"What was that, Toky?" He asked, arching one of his eyebrows.
"Tweekers. He called him Tweekers, not Tweeky." I found myself blurting out.
"Dude, are you serious? And you STILL call him straight? Jesus and YOU'RE the smart one." He said.
"All right, fine. We'll try it tomorrow at school."
"Perfect." He purred into my ear and planted a very sloppy kiss on my cheek.
"Ewwww Kenny!" I yelled and rubbed the spit off as he giggled and pranced right out of my window.
Craig.
I ran through the dark streets and alleys and finally made it to Tweek's house. My chest rose up and down rapidly and it took me three tries to finally have the courage to knock on the door.
"He-Oh." Mrs. Tweak stopped dead into the greeting when she saw who was at the door.
"Hello ma'am." I said.
"Why hello Craig, um, T-Tweek's not here, i-if that's who you were looking for I mean, unless you we're looking for me, but I-I d-doubt that." She stuttered through her sentence.
"Where is he?" I asked, ignoring her nervousness.
"He um, is at the Jazz Cafe." She said as if it was totally obvious, like I should have checked there before coming here. How the hell was I supposed to know that Tweek like the stupid Jazz Cafe.
I nodded and left without another word. I waited to hear the door shut behind me but I didn't. I glanced back and saw her staring at me; worried tears in her eyes.
"I guess you know too." I said with a sigh.
Her eyes widened and she nodded.
"Don't worry, I'm won't tell him anything." I reassured her.
She nodded one last time and shut the door behind me.
Now, where the fuck was the damn cafe? I knew for a fact that it was near the local book store...
I ran around aimlessly for a while before I saw the book store from afar. When I got nearer to it, I also noticed a small establishment right next to it. The place was packed and in the middle of the room was a small plateau like thing that I figured was the stage where the 'jazz' was played.
I looked around and instantly felt like I didn't belong. Everyone wore these artistic snobby outfits. All the women wore these skin tight trousers and scarves. All the men had goatees and also wore scarves. And if I stood on a table and looked at the crowd from above, it would be like a field of mushrooms since almost everyone was wearing berets.
And then there was me; jeans, T-shirt and chullo.
The place smelled strongly of coffee and it took me a while before finding an empty table where I sat by myself. Luckily, no one stared at me or commented on how I was dressed like a normal human being.
I looked around searching for Tweek but he was nowhere to be seen. I knew for a fact that he wouldn't be wearing a beret since he was scared of lice and such, but he did sort of dress like the people here. But as much as I looked, I couldn't find a mass of blonde messy hair anywhere. Maybe this was the wrong Jazz cafe, but I doubted it; it's not like our town is big enough to have a second hippie hang out.
All of a sudden, the lights dimmed and the stage lit up. People quieted down but there was still that buzz of conversation. So this was like some kind of 'drink coffee while listening to crappy music' thing. But I took that back back when I saw the twitchy blonde appear on the stage with a guitar. WHAT THE FUCK!
Everyone clapped except for me and Tweek smiled and started to play ...I had heard this song before; the riff sounded familiar.
"I've been twisted and turning, in a space that's too small." He sang in a gentle acoustic voice. There was no stuttering, no fidgeting and no freaking out whatsoever; it was amazing.
"I've been drawing a line, and watching it fall."
He had such a nice voice, it was so soothing. Tweek didn't even look at the guitar when he played; it was like he just knew where the right notes were. Now if only I could remember the name of the song.
"You've been closing me in; closing the space in my heart."
God damn it, what was the guy's name? Something Morrison? Jim Morrison? No, that's the lead singer of The Doors...
But then I just didn't care. I was mesmerised. He sang with so much heart, with feeling as if...as if he really meant it. I couldn't believe it; Tweek was singing.
"Watching us fading and watching it all fall apart."
James Morrison. That was the guy. He wrote the song...this song that Tweek sang. This song that Tweek was singing right now. This song; that means something to Tweek. Something that I was too stupid to understand. This song spoke to Tweek...
And it spoke about me.
"Well I can't explain, why it's not enough, 'cause I gave it all to you. And if you leave me now, oh just leave me now; it's the better thing to do. It's time to surrender, it's been too long pretending, there's no use in trying when the pieces don't fit anymore...The pieces don't fit here anymore."
His voice raised a little as he got much deeper into the song. He strummed the guitar harder and all the feeling came out. I wanted to run up on stage and hug him, because I think it's been two years he has been needing one.
As the song went on, I lost myself in his voice. I tried to remind myself that I had a job to do but I decided to wait until Tweek's little show ended. I'd walk him home and talk with him about our little...misunderstandings. I just hoped that this wouldn't push him to leave again. I missed him very much and if he tried to walk away again, I just- I...I wouldn't let him. I wouldn't let him do that to me or him all over again. This was it; we were going to clear it all up and make sure everything would be fine.
Out of habit, I got up and ordered a decaf coffee at the cash and my eyes never left the stage as I did. I don't remember the journey to the counter or the people I saw on the way or even the barista's face.
When Tweek's song ended, everyone clapped and he just smiled and hopped of the stage as his twitching started up again. He looked at his watched and back at the stage where a new performer was getting ready. He made eye contact with the new person on the stage and shrugged. I figured he had to leave and miss the rest of the show, which I had no problem with since I don't listen to crap music unless it's Tweek playing it.
I ran out of the cafe and leaned on the wall of the book store, coffee in hand. I waited 2 minutes before he emerged from the door.
He smiled at someone and waved goodbye. He adjusted his guitar case on his back and started to walk away.
And I just stood there.
It had been so long. He smiled and not just a smirk; a full teeth grin. It's been years since I had seen him happy like that and I would never forgive myself if I ruined it for him.
"Tweek!" I called after him.
He spun around and yelped.
"GAH! Craig?"
I caught up to him, gasping for air.
"Hi, um, I saw you perform." I paused to look at his reaction which consisted of his eyes somehow becoming even wider than they already were."You were amazing." I added helpfully.
"AGH! YOU SAW ME SING?" He yelled.
"Yeah, and um, here, I got you some coffee." I handed the cup to him and I had made sure to throw the coloured lid away earlier.
He seemed to be automatically calmed down when he took the first sip. We started to walk in silence and my mind took me back to the scene in the Jazz Cafe. It was a whole different Tweek up there on the stage. He looked confident and happy and not paranoid.
"Craig?" He addressed me for the first time.
"W-What is it?" I tried to put feeling into my words but I don't think my nasally voice allowed it.
"Are you drugging my coffee?"
Well, that was unexpected.
"No, why would you say that?"
"Well, ngh, since you started buying me coffee, I've been twitching less, I think."
"You think?"
"GAH, well that how it feels to me. At the end of the day my muscles are less tired and plus, I-I've been sleeping at night for the past week. I never sleep..."
Token was right; I should stop making plans like this because they keep backfiring. I never considered that maybe the twit would actually realise his own changes in behaviour.
I groaned and ran my hand through my jet black hair, causing my chullo to fall to the ground.
"Tweek, I need to tell you something." I said as I bent over to pick up my hat.
"Oh no, HAVE YOU REALLY BEEN DRUGGING ME?"
"Jesus Christ Tweek, no!" I said with a small smile.
He looked to the ground and clutched his cup even tighter.
"S-Sorry." He muttered.
"Tweek, I missed you." I started. "You left and I didn't know why and I still don't know why." Great, I just started my confession and I was already half lying.
"You don't understand what that did to me. You might not have known it, but I needed you just as much as you needed me and when you left, I felt like you didn't need me anymore..." God, I sounded like such a pussy.
"AGH, but-"
"No, Tweek listen." I cut him off and left him with his mouth open. "What you're drinking is decaf."
"Huh?" He was obviously confused.
"What you've been drinking for the past weeks was decaffeinated coffee. Well, at least the ones that I've been buying you."
"Jesus Christ, really!" He panicked and examined his cup like it was about to blow up.
"When I saw you hurt yourself...I still felt like you were my responsibility and I knew I had to do something about it." I confessed.
I looked at him but he was phased out. He was staring down the street at nothing and I wasn't even sure if he listened to me. The wind blew and he closed his eyes tightly shut. He sighed comfortably and looked up to me with the same smile I had seen 2 years ago, the one he had on when he had finished his performance.
The coffee in his hands fell to the ground and before I could say anything, I felt two very familiar arms wrap around my waist and head of blonde jagged hair pressed against my chest.
"T-Thank you." He muttered.
This is how it was, how it was supposed to be. I felt nostalgic for a moment because it had been a while I had felt this. I felt satisfied, like I had been craving this for a full two years and now it was mine again. I did it; I was a few years late, but I still did it.
I had been in this position so many times before but this time still felt like the first. He needed me and I was there. He was clutching at my jacket like he does when Cartman picks on him or when the gnomes attack. The empty space inside of me filled up and I held tighter to him. I wouldn't allow him to let go again.
We continued to walk back to his house which was a good 45 minute walk in the cold. My hands were comfortably stuffed in my pockets so I was really irritated when my phone started to ring.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, dude, it's Token. Where are you?"
Before I could think it through, I had already answered the question.
"I'm with Tweek."
"What? Okay dude, that's fine just don't tell him you know." My friend semi-panicked on the other end.
"Sorry dude, it has to be done." I said and didn't even wait for an answer before hanging up and returning to my twitchy blonde.
Token.
I had left Kenny's about 10 minutes ago and now I was driving back like a maniac in my dad's precious Jaguar.
"Yesssss~" He purred when he answered the door.
"Kenny, we have a problem." I panicked.
"Yes, those pants are bothering me too." He smiled mischievously, staring down at my jeans.
"Not now!" I growled, pushed him inside and slammed the door with my foot.
"So I guess you like it rough huh?" He went on.
"Craig is going to tell Tweek that he knows about him!" I ignored his last comment and went to the point.
"All right Blackie just chill for a second. We can fix this! We are smart and disciplined people...well you are, I'm just a sneaky son of a bitch." He chuckled.
"What's the fucking plan?" I asked half heartedly. I hated plans.
"FIELD TRIP!" He yelled and grabbed the keys to the Jaguar.
He skipped out of the house and dragged me along with him; hand in hand.
Craig.
We finally made it to his house and we stood there talking for a few minutes but then we ended up sitting down in the front steps to continue our conversation.
It was now or never.
"Tweek I need to talk to you."
"Oh um, okay?"
What happened after that was totally predictable. I should have never told Token where I was because when I do shit like that, more shit happens.
"Hey Tweekers!"
An orange clad dirt bag strolled down the sidewalk and stood right in front of us. And did hw just say Tweekers?
"K-Kenny? Agh, what are you doing here?" Tweek spoke.
"I came to see you, silly." Kenny said and pulled Tweek up to his feet and into a tight hug.
But instead of letting him go and going away, he spun around and sat down beside me with Tweek in his lap.
"You're so cute Tweeky." He growled lustfully.
What the hell was Kenny doing? He knew Tweek was gay for me, so why was he all husky with him? Maybe his horny brain only managed to analyse the 'Tweek is gay' part and not the 'for Craig' part.
At one point, I got tired of Kenny's constant sexual innuendoes and flirting, so I got up, ruffled Tweek's hair and said my goodbyes.
On my way back home, walking down the sidewalk, I made sure to flip off a certain silver Jaguar parked conveniently in a perfect viewing spot of the Tweak household.
"Fuck you Token." I muttered and went home.
