"I'm sorry, Butters is with his cousins for the weekend," Butters' dad said upon answering the door. "Are you one of his friends? I haven't seen you around."

"I'm Emma," I said. "And, yeah, I'm new to South Park. Actually, your son is the reason that I have a few friends now. Well, it was nice chatting with you; I should be going now."

"Who's at the door, hun?" His mother asked behind the door.

"Oh, just a friend of Butters."

She walked up and smiled to me.

"My name's Emma."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Emma. I'm happy Butters is becoming friends with girls now; he's usually shy around them," She said.

"Come back any time, Emma," His dad said and I nodded and left.

His parents seemed nice; I didn't understand what Kyle meant but I knew he wasn't lying; I trusted him. Since I couldn't spend the day with Butters, I decided to go home and check on my family. Both were gone when I arrived home, oddly enough, so I dug out Jimmy's home number and rang.

"Hello?" A woman's voice spoke.

"Hi, is Jimmy there?"

"Yes he is, just one moment," I heard her yell for Jimmy to pick up the phone even though she muffled it with her hand.

The next thing I heard was a hello from Jimmy.

"Hey, Jimmy! It's Emma; do you want to come over later? We could go over to Tweek's parents' coffee shop together," I said.

"Shu-sure!" He exclaimed. "I'll be over in twe-twenty."

I gave him my address and hung up. I noticed that my Father left a note on the counter letting me know when he and Van would be home; it wouldn't be until six and it was noon now so that gave me five hours to hang out with Jimmy, go to Tweek's, and start dinner which was plenty of time. I went upstairs to grab my guitar and waited downstairs, playing it, until the doorbell rang.

"Hey!" I opened the door and let Jimmy in.

"H-hey!" He came in and sat on the sofa; I sat next to him. "You pla-play guitar?"

I nodded, "It's what I do when I'm not taking care of my brother, yeah."

"That's aw-awesome!"

"You're always so happy, Jimmy," I said.

"W-well, I have to be," He said. "Life is great and with new ad-adv-advances in science, I can be qui-quite handicapable!"

I smiled, a genuine smile, "You're the coolest person I've met in a long time, Jimmy."

"Th-thank you," He grinned, blushing slightly; I wondered how often he was told how awesome he was. Awkwardly, he included, "Now cuh-can we go try cuh-coffee?"

I nodded. He wanted me to bring my guitar, so I did. The walk to the coffee shop was really fun; Jimmy told me about his passion for comedy and even tested a few of his new jokes on me; he was really funny.

Upon entering Tweak's Bros. I walked to the counter.

"Hi, is Tweek here?" I asked the man, who I assumed to be his father.

"Yes, he's in the back bagging up some coffee. You two can go get him, if you'd like."

"Th-thanks," Jimmy said and the two of us walked in the back.

"Hey guys!" Tweek seemed hyper again. This morning he wasn't as hyper after a full nights' rest, but I assumed he'd been drinking coffee since he got here to help his parents.

"Tweek, do you ever take a break from coffee?" I asked

He thought for a minute and started to freak out.

"Tweek," I put my hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, man. Just breathe, relax. You don't have to answer."

"I, I drink coffee because it numbs me from all the bullshit going on in the world," Tweek said. "Everything going on; the coffee makes my brain wired and not think about it. And, anyways, my dad always makes me try the new coffee blends he creates; I don't really have a choice."

I was honestly baffled and asked, "Since when has this been a reoccurring thing?"

Tweek shrugged, "I don't know, since I was eight."

"Tw-two years," Jimmy said, as surprised as I was. "Da-damn."

"Um, so do you think your dad would let you take a break?" I asked. "I figured we'd grab Jimmy a coffee to try and go to the park?"

Tweek nodded, "Let me ask!"

He rushed out of the back, before we could catch up to him. By the time we caught up, his dad was telling him yes, which I was thankful for. Out of the inhumane ways he treated his son, at least he still was alright with his child being the kid he was.

"But, on your way home, can you pick up the stuff for me again, Tweek?"

"Yes, sir!" Tweak replied.

"Oh, Tweek, do be safe, sweetheart," His mom said, also from behind the counter; she seemed to be invested in crafting a latte.

"Do you guys want any coffee for the road?" His dad asked, referring to the two of us.

I nodded, "One small latte and one medium dark roast with two sugars would be awesome, sir."

After a few minutes, Mrs. Tweak gave us our beverages. As I tried to pay, Jimmy beat me to it with his wallet out.

"Oh, don't worry, kids, it's on the house today," Mr. Tweak said. "You already come here so often, Emma, and I'm happy that Tweek is making friends who aren't as reckless as some…" When he said this he glared at Tweek, who shuddered.

I tried to keep my composure, "Um, thank you, sir…. Well, we'll be going; we'll bring Tweek back in a few hours."

"Stay safe!" Mrs. Tweak called out to us as we left.

The walk to the park wasn't far; I held both mine and Jimmy's coffee and had my guitar case strapped to my back. Tweek was quiet for the walk as Jimmy and I chatted quietly amongst ourselves; I planned on asking Tweek what his father meant when the time was right, but not now, not in front of Jimmy. I didn't know how well of friends the two of them were and I didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

We made it to the park within five minutes; it was a pretty busy place. We took our seats in the grass across from the basketball courts and near the playground. I gave Jimmy his latte and pulled my guitar out of its case. Tweek had started talking again; it seemed as if the park eased him, or maybe it was being away from his parents' coffee shop that calmed his nerves. He seemed slightly overworked, but I didn't want to say anything about it.

As the two of them conversed, I gently strummed my guitar and stared out at all the kids playing. Amongst the kids playing, I caught eye of Kyle's brother and mom; soon after I also saw Van and Father and wondered if they'd noticed me. I figured, if they noticed me, okay, but I wasn't going to go over there; I wanted them to have bonding time and it seemed as if Van was having fun with Ike; I was happy.

"Isn't that your brother over there?" Tweek asked.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "How'd you guess?"

"Well, you both have the same face," He said.

I laughed, "I guess, but I'm not a bo–"

"Emmy!" Van called out and ran over to us. Father followed in suit, with Ike and his mom on his tail.

"Hey, kiddo," I put my guitar down and hugged him. "Having fun with your new friend?"

"Yeah!"

Father spoke up, "I'm happy you're getting out of the house, too, Em."

"Well, yeah, I mean, I was going to go home soon and clean the house, but–"

I was cut off, "Don't worry about it, kiddo."

I looked down feeling awkward.

"So, who are your friends?"

I looked back up, "Oh, that's Tweek and that's Jimmy."

"Ni-nice to me-meet you, sir," Jimmy stuttered out the best he could.

"Yeah, hey," Tweek followed.

"Well, you three have fun," Father said and the group went back to the playground.

Feeling awkward, I pulled my guitar out again and strummed while the boys watched me; I think they were surprised that at eleven I could even play the guitar. The afternoon was peaceful.