After class and typical goodbyes, Craig went straight to his house, giving Stripe a check and getting ready to go to the mall. He was wanting to use that 50 bucks that he got from his dad in a date with Tweek, but since it wasn't possible he decided to buy something at the mall, maybe some new games or a book about galaxies that he saw in the bookstore on some day before. Yeah he was a space nerd, anyone that had a problem with that could shove into their throats and go to hell. As he was texting his mother about his plans, he received a message from Token.
Token: So, I heard that you screwed Clyde's chance from getting chicks
Token: Good job
Craig: Damn school just ended and he already got to cry at your lap mama Token?
Token: Is not my fault if he's a crybaby
Token: But that was all? No punching or flipping off? You're getting soft
Craig: Fuck off
Craig: Psychological torture is way more effective than this
Token: If you say so.
Token: My father is calling me, we're going to take the plane
Token: See ya at morning soft bully
Craig: Fuck u
Craig chuckled a little, combing his hair and putting the hat at his head again. Unlike Clyde, Token wasn't a flamboyant crybaby mess, so they usually understood each other better. Not that he disliked Clyde, even with his cocky ways and exaggerated manners he was a good guy on the inside. At least they were way less crazy than Cartman's gang (who by the way still owed him money).
After a few minutes, the boy was walking at the mall. The place gladly wasn't full, so he just enjoyed the moment without rushing, since he had time to waste until dinner, even though he'll probably pass at certain coffe shop before the expected, just because, you know, he did not had anything better to do.
"First things first." He mumbled to himself, entering the bookstore, and searching the right corridor, the one that had the astronomy session. Between a book with figures and trivia and other with too many physics for his 9-years-old brain, there it was, the one that he was looking for. It was considerably big, with a hard-cover in a blue that was darker than his outfit, and a picture of the Milky Way at the front, the title "The story of galaxies" printed in the middle of the picture. 30 bucks. Perfect.
After paying and getting out of the store, the boy was randomly flipping the pages of his new purchase until something at the toy store's showcase caught his attention.
"Excuse me, what is that?" He asked to a salesman.
"Oh, it's a stress-free toy, young boy. You see, they are made with a very squishy material, so whenever you feel angry or anxious you can just squeeze it and he will not rip or something like that." The man explained, showing the options that they had, but one in special took Craig's attention. He bought the funny-looking thing, storing it at his bag and taking the quickest way to Tweek's dad coffeshop. Yeah, he already bought the fidget spinner, but anything that could help with anxiety was more than welcome. Specially at that special formact.
-x-
"So, how can I-I help you today?" Tweek asked the group of girls, holding the little notepad and pencil at the best way that he could with his shaking hands. His shift was almost over, so he'd be able to finally have some time to enjoy the two things that made his craziness calm down.
"Why don't you suggest us something? Like something really tasty but that does not have a lot of fat." A blonde girl asked, playing with her hair.
"I-I d-don't know! A simple m-muffin maybe?" He tried, saying the first thing that came into his mind, but knowing that was probably the wrong answer as soon as he spoke. They were looking for something light or gluten-free maybe? Ahhh this was too much for him.
"So that's what we want! Five muffins please." The girl stated, much for Tweek's surprise. Why were they agreeing with him? "And when you bring them, why don't we talk a little?"
-x-
The smell of coffe invaded Craig's senses at the same moment that he crossed the door, the sounf of the little bell ringing welcoming him. He automatically scanned the whole place, looking for his boyfriend. Maybe he could be at the kitchen?
"So Tweek, what kind of coffe pretty boys usually drink in here?" His eyes followed the feminine voice, finally finding the blonde little mess. He was standing next to a table full of girls, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. They were talking and touching his arm, and everytime that happened he twitched more.
Oh God. An annoying and strong feeling took Craig's focus, blinding his rationality and feeling him with rage. Since when he started to care so much? Since when he started to hate seeing someone touching that boy, specially if it was against his will? Those questions would remain unanswered as he tried his best to not give the stress toy a test drive.
