Tweek was in his room crying, again. He was just at Craig's house, they were all smoking weed, and suddenly Heidi had the bright idea to play Spin the Bottle. It ended in Stan making out with Clyde, Heidi making out with Kyle, and worst of all, Craig making out with Cartman. That was easily the one that hurt Tweek most of all, considering how much he liked Craig and how much he hated Cartman. Tweek never even landed on anyone before the party was over and he was the only one that didn't end up hooking up with someone after. He was tired of how alone and unloveable he always felt.

He was a virgin, the only person he ever dated was Craig and that barely even counted since he didn't even want to date Tweek and they were in 4th grade. Now they were 18, seniors in high school, and Tweek only ever had a fake relationship from 10 years ago to his name. He cried about this all the time, but this one felt like the final straw. Like everyone had a chance that wasn't him. He was desperate, and there was only one person that he could think of that would actually want to have sex with him. Kenny. So he texted him.

TT: KENN Y HELP ME KENNYN
TT: KENNYYYYYYY
KM: what
TT: EVERYIONE IS HOOKIGN UP WITH EAHCHH OTHER THT ISNT ME IM SO OVER THIS BULLSHIT FUCK THIS
KM: this again? dude youre only 18 you shouldnt expect to be having sex and dating all the time, high school relationships are meaningless
TT: THATS EASY FOR YOU TO SAY YOULL FUCK ANYONE
KM: dude no i wont why does everyone think that
TT: SO NOT EVEN YOU WOULD FUCK ME?
KM: never said that
KM: i probably would
KM: youre cute and youre my friend and i like you
TT: BUT YOU DONT LIKE ME LIKE THAT
TT: LIKE ROMANTICALLY I MEAN
TT: NO ONE DOES OR EVER WILL
KM: but i could
KM: anyone could
KM: well not anyone but you know what i mean
TT: NO ID ONT
KM: tweek if it makes you feel better we can go on a date and find out if we actually like each other
KM: or we can just have a shitty one night stand
KM: or both im not picky
TT: YOU WONT LIKE ME IF YOU DATE ME WE SHOULD JUST HAVE THE SEX
KM: youre too hard on yourself man
KM: you should calm down and go on a date with a cute guy
KM: im the cute guy
TT: I KNOW THAT
KM: so you admit that im cute ;)
TT: OF CCOURSE YORUE CUTE
KM: then its a date
KM: ill pick you up at 8 tomorrow
TT: HOW DO YOU KNOW IF IM FREE AT 8 TOMORROW
KM: oh youre free
TT: WELL
TT: YEAH
TT: BUT
KM: goodnight tweek
TT: OKAY

Tweek held his phone to his chest as he laid on his bed. He couldn't shake the feeling that Kenny was just giving him a meaningless pity date, but he figured that was better than nothing at least. Maybe they could actually develop feelings for each other, maybe this date wouldn't be in vain. Maybe it was enough of an olive branch that he could actually fall asleep tonight. He asked a guy out and that guy said yes. This should feel like a win to him… right?

Tweek woke up the next morning and checked his phone to make sure the messages sent last night were real and not an elaborate dream concocted by his brain. They were real, he had a date with Kenny. He started shaking and hyperventilating, this was way too much pressure. He had no idea how to date or what they were even going to do. He would have to pay for everything, he figured, because Kenny was poor. He wasn't excited about that, he wanted to save every bit of his money so he could move out of his parents' house, it's not like he was loaded either.

As the day went by he only got more nervous and freaked out. He avoided Kenny all day at school and was drinking even more coffee than usual. It was sort of a comfort drink for him, kind of like how people eat ice cream when they're sad, he drinks coffee when he's sad. Or stressed. Or anxious. Or when he's anything really, but even more so when he's sad, stressed, or anxious. Which is most of the time.

The clock finally hit 8:00, Tweek was staring at it until it did. Kenny wasn't here yet and they hadn't texted once the entire day. What if Kenny forgot? What if he was just messing with Tweek the entire time? What if he got in a car accident and died? Okay that last one went a little far, Kenny isn't dead, that's ridiculous even for Tweek's standards of paranoia. The doorbell rang, it had to be him. Tweek yelled and ran to the door.

"Hey Tweek, sorry I was a couple minutes late," he chuckled as if it were a joke and no one could have possibly noticed those couple minute passing, but little did he know that those couple minutes were eating into Tweek's brain.

"OH H-HI KENNY, IT'S, ACK, OKAY," Tweek was visibly shaken up. Literally. Kenny looked a little concerned for him, but not too much since really that was the standard for him. It was hard to ever tell when to be concerned about Tweek considering how normal he made it seem to be freaking out all the time.

The two blondes made it to Kenny's car. It wasn't very nice, clearly bought used and old, but it was better than Tweek's car. That is, Tweek didn't have a car. He failed his driving test on account of the constant shaking and freaking out. It was way too much pressure to drive anyway, he figured. He could deal with other people driving him around though, it's not like Kenny would get himself killed or anything, but himself driving was a different story.

The car ride was a little too quiet, Tweek didn't even know where they were going but just kind of shut up out of fear that Kenny would get annoyed with him. Kenny didn't say anything because he didn't want Tweek to get overwhelmed, or well more accurately he didn't want Tweek to get more overwhelmed than he already was.

"We're here," Kenny said as they pulled up to the Village Inn, a nice quiet diner.

"Why'd you take me nghhh here?!" Tweek asked, confused about why they would be on a late night date at a diner. He never dated, sure, but this wasn't how he pictured dates going.

"Well, I know you like coffee and this place has good coffee, plus it's affordable and I know we both aren't exactly the richest people around." Tweek smiled when Kenny said all that. That actually seemed pretty thoughtful, he was expecting a lazier answer than that. Maybe everything was gonna be okay.

They sat down in a booth. The waitress came over and they both ordered coffee. Tweek got pancakes and Kenny got an omelette, they were both really hungry considering they didn't get a lot of food at home. Tweek usually had to go out to get food for himself, which did a number on his coffee shop income, since his parents were usually too busy working the shop themselves to make anything for him.

"You drink coffee this late too?!" Tweek asked in shock at Kenny ordering coffee as well.

"Not usually no, I just figured it'd be nice to make this a real coffee date and both get some. I'm not too worried about the caffeine." Everything Kenny did seemed way too cute to Tweek for some reason. Was he really this desperate for a boyfriend that he'd fall for the first boy to take him on a date? He figured the answer was yes.

They had a good time, a good talk, and Kenny drove Tweek home to a more talkative car ride home. Kenny did a lot of reassuring Tweek that he wasn't terrible like he thought he was and that things were not going to go wrong at all times. Tweek did a lot of trying to not think or talk like that as much. It was hard, but it felt like he was really making progress on that date.

"Maybe we shouldn't have sex," Tweek said when they arrived at his house, "Maybe we should just let things play out naturally. That is, if you're okay with going on another date?"

"I'd love to, Tweek," Kenny smiled. He was genuinely excited for their next date.

"Tomorrow at 8?" Tweek asked with a smirk.

"How do you know I'm free tomorrow at 8?" Kenny responded, parroting their conversation from last night, "Yeah, I'd love to."

A day passed and Tweek was more excited than nervous this time around. Kenny was actually making him feel better about himself. It was working. The clock was approaching 8:00, he was staring at the clock and out the window for Kenny's car. It hit 8:01 and he wasn't freaking out, he knew Kenny would just be a little late like last time, right?

He was right, there was Kenny's car! Excited, he ran outside, only to see Kenny's car spin out of control and ram itself into a neighbouring house. Tweek started freaking out and ran to Kenny's side as soon as he could. He opened the car door, pulled Kenny out, and looked him in the eyes, crying.

"Kenny, are you AGH okay?" Kenny was about to respond, but was cut off by his life leaving his body. He was dead. Tweek screamed a louder scream than he ever had before. This was it, the only guy who ever liked him, dead. Maybe Kenny gave him enough confidence to move on, to live his best life because of him, to realize that there actually were people for him out there.

Hours passed. Tweek was in his room crying, again. He couldn't believe Kenny stood him up like that.