"Tweek? Are you awake? It's morning!"

Blinding rays of sun came in contact upon Tweek's face as Butters gently opened the window's curtains. Feeling uncomfortable by the prickling warmth, the sleepy blonde decided to take cover under his blankets, refusing to acknowledge the other boy inside his room.

"Oh jeez, you look really nice and cozy all bundled up in your covers like that but...Tweek you're not sick anymore are you? I checked your temperature and it's gone back to normal."

"..."

"No response huh? Come on now buddy, don't be like that! You have responsibilities to do, you should get back to work since you're all dandy and fine now!

"..."

"Tweeeeek! You have to go to work!" Butters walked up to the sleeping boy, forcefully pulling away the blanket from his friend.

Tweek however, wouldn't budge and once again ignored the other boy. He knew very well that he was very much fit to work and that his illness had long since been cured but he didn't feel like waking up just yet...especially since he had been having such a wonderful dream before Butters decided to wake him up.

"Tweek, come on! You can't stay in bed again! You're already well! You need to get to work to earn money remember?"

"..."

Tweek responded with more silence, he really wanted to continue his pleasant dream.

"If you keep sleeping and refuse to go to work you're going to be to sold to slavery you know?" Butters threatened.

"I-I am not going to be sold to slavery!" Tweek replied, his tone of voice sounded slightly annoyed yet slightly in a panic...despite the denial he knew very well that his friend was right.

Tweek huffily sat up and crossed his arms, feeling kind of pissed that he would had to give up on that dream that he was trying hard to get back to. And besides he kinda forgot what it was all about anyway...all he remembers is that it's pleasant.

"Good, you're finally up...you can't be a functioning member of society if you stay in bed all day."

"Ugh."

"Anyway I have to go back home, Dad's been texting me non-stop saying that if I don't return before eight, I'd be grounded...but I kinda got the feeling that he'd still ground me anyway once I go back home. O-oh and I made breakfast, it's on the table downstairs."

Tweek turned his gaze to Butters, who had a warm and cheerful smile on. He suddenly felt guilty over being such an uncooperative brat earlier. Butters is an awesome friend, not everyone is willing enough to take care of their sick friend just like that; Butters continued to smile and be kind to him no matter how bad he acted and Tweek deeply appreciates this gesture.

"O-oh thanks, I am sorry about earlier I guess I got way too used to sleeping in, it's stupid of me to ignore my responsibilities."

"No, no I understand...we all have those days where we just want to sleep in right? Oh uh... I won't be staying for breakfast though. I need to leave right away, Ah but gee don't worry as I'll visit you at the coffee shop later on."

Tweek perked up upon hearing what his friend had said.

"Really you will? That would be awesome! O-oh wait...do you even know where it is? I don't recall ever mentioning where it's located..."

"Um well yeah you never told me but that's fine since Kenny told me where it's located. It's at your father's old branch right?"

"Yeah it is...W-Wait how did you? How do you know who Kenny is? I never told you about him!"

"Oh uh he visited the other day, along with your other Co-workers."

"M-my co-workers? You m-mean…my dream is...uh I m-mean did a tall guy wearing a chullo visit too?"

"Y-you mean Craig? Yeah he did! He even visited you in your room. But he immediately left and didn't wait for you to wake up, actually some others visited you too...Clyde, Stan and Token...I think their names was."

"Y-you mean...that wasn't a dream?"

"What?"

"Um I…"

Tweek touched his chin, deep in thought as memories of his dream...or was it reality? Came flooding back to him. It was mostly hazy but the memory of one particular scene which involved him pressing his forehead against Craig seemed to be more vivid in his mind, which Tweek thought was extremely embarrassing.

He could also vaguely remember talking to Craig. Tweek tried hard to recall what he had said, deeply hoping that it wasn't anything worth being embarrassed about.

Butters stared at his friend, the other blonde was deep in thought. He slightly regretted the fact that he had told about the others' visit considering that Tweek seem to not be very comfortable about it.

"O-oh...o-oh no…" Tweek suddenly spoke up, stuttering and nervously pulling on his hair. His face was beet red and his expression was that of sudden realization and panic

"W-what's wrong?"

"I d-don't want to go to work today…"

"What!? Why?"

"It's just...I don't wanna see C-Craig today." Tweek looked away from Butters, he felt weird saying Craig's name.

"Craig? Why? Do you have something against him?" Butters was worried, he hoped Tweek didn't dislike the guy. He and Kenny wants to hook the two up after all.

"I just r-remembered something very embarrassing happening during his visit and well...I-I don't think I can ever face him again after all that."

"W-what b-but he's your boss! You can't avoid him if you want to keep your job!"

"B-but...it's..."

"Tweek! Stop making excuses and get to work!" Butters yelled out angrily. Despite looking mad he looked more like an angry cute puppy. Yet for some reason it still scared Tweek.

"G-gah! o-okay...jeez."

Tweek sighed, he really did need to work...even if it was embarrassing for him to meet Craig again he can't just hole himself up at his house and avoid him forever, with another sigh he stood up from his bed.

"I am going to work…"

"Tweeeeeeeeeeeek!"

A loud voice welcomed Tweek as soon as he opened the store's doors. Clyde happily greeted the twitchy boy with a tight hug.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Y-yeah I am…"

Overhearing the commotion, Kenny and Stan walked up to the two boys, both looked glad to have Tweek back.

"I am glad you're back, Clyde should have been the one to have gotten sick, It's hard without you around...Clyde is just plain useless." Stan spoke up.

"Hey!"

"Well Stan's right, but to be honest business is still pretty slow anyway so it's not like we suffered a lot, Clyde's uselessness is fine for now." Kenny chuckled.

"We still don't have any customers?"

"There were a few...but for the most part, the store has been empty."

"Yeah, Token even wanted to have a meeting about it...and speaking of the devil there he is!" Stan pointed to Token who was walking towards them with a smile on, behind him was Craig who had on a blank expression on his face.

"Oh finally, you're back...everyone really missed you, you know? So anyway how are you feeling?"

"I-I am feeling better. I am sorry for getting sick and n-not being able to work."

"It's fine don't apologize...these things happen and well there isn't really much work anyway."

"Y-yeah I've heard…"

"So what are we going to do about that Token?" Stan questioned.

"Well...that's why I wanted to have a meeting, I need suggestions on how to pull in more customers, if this keeps up this shop's going to get bankrupt." Token replied, looking deep in thought.

"I think it's fine like this…" Craig spoke up.

"Yeah me too! It's fun when there's not much to do!"

Token angrily clicked his tongue then hit his two friends on the back of their heads.

"Oww….hey that hurt!

"What the fuck token?!"

"Are you guys idiots? I refuse to get bankrupt...Clyde if there are no customers then I am going to start charging you for eating the leftover pastries. And Craig for fucks sake you're the manager….you're supposed to be the one who's thinking up of a solution for this."

"Well that's what you get for hiring us…" Craig muttered.

"I was helping you, you ungrateful asshole!"

"I am just saying…" Craig shrugged.

"H-hey come on now, no need to fight! We'll figure things out!" Kenny chimed.

"Hmm, I wonder what kind of gimmick we should do to get more customers?"

"How about we serve coffee shirtless?" Clyde spoke up.

"Working naked while in contact with all sorts of boiling hot liquid is dangerous...and besides nobody but you wants to see you shirtless." Stan rebutted.

"But I have abs!"

"We're not serving coffee while shirtless Clyde."

"Aww."

"Does anyone else have any ideas?"

"I heard that people enjoy going to places that have some sort of entertainment on them." Craig contributed.

"What do you mean?"

"Like you know how some bars and clubs have bands and stuff playing? Kinda like that I guess..."

"That reminds me of the comedy club that Jimmy sometimes performs at! They had the best nachos!" Clyde reminisced, drooling at the thought of those extremely cheesy nachos.

"Yeah kinda like that...maybe we can do something similar and...no wait I've thought of something even better! We should have an open mic event and we could invite local performers who want to promote their stuff, they could do it here for free and in return we could have entertainment without the need to pay for anything, it's kind of a win-win."

"Well, well, well...Look at you Craig, suggesting all those ideas like a real manager, not bad, not bad at all." Token teased.

"S-shut up!"

"I agree...it's not a bad idea, let's do that! We could even set up posters all over town so that people will know!" Kenny nodded.

"Alright it's settled, we'll do an open mic event. I'll work on getting as a stage and some props, You guys handle getting the performers and the advertising." Token said, as he walked towards the exit, there was a certain twinkle in his eye which hinted great excitement. "I am going to start getting those stuff...see you guys later."

"H-hey don't leave so…" Before Clyde could even finish his sentence, Token left and abandoned the other boys."

"Well someone's excited…" Stan commented.

"So what about the advertising and stuff?"

"Uh I am not really good with art so don't count on me making posters." Stan admitted.

"How about you Tweek?"

"H-huh me? W-well I am not good at it either...but I do have a friend who's good with those kind of things."

"Really? Who?"

"Um, well you actually know him Kenny...it's Butters."

"Oh...THAT'S GREAT! Can we ask him to help us?" Kenny felt giddy, excited by the thought that his object of affection might be able to help them.

"Well he said he was going to visit me here today, so yeah I guess…"

"Wait what!? He's visiting?! Oh god you should have told me sooner...I need to prepare myself let's see...I need a comb, some cologne and a toothbrush." Kenny said as he frantically rushed to the bathroom.

"What's with him?" Stan asked, looking confused.

"Yeah, long story...well not really but I'd rather not talk about it." Craig sighed.

"Huh...well whatever, I am going back to the register, our meeting's over isn't it?"

"Yeah."

Stan nodded then walked back to the counter producing a book out of nowhere and reading it with a bored expression.

"Aww man, the meeting is over? Now I have to get back to work that's no fun…" Clyde pouted as he grumpily trudged to the storage room.

Craig and Tweek were left alone. A deafening and awkward silence lingered around them. Craig had been waiting for this chance, he wanted to be alone with Tweek once more, he really wanted a follow up on that "date" thing. He had been waiting patiently for Tweek to get better for the past two days, and in his mind he had already planned all sorts of things that they could do and questions that he should ask in order to get closer to him.

"So uh...about the movi-"

"Umm I s-should go help Clyde out…" Tweek hastily replied, whilst trying hard to avoid Craig's gaze. The lack of comfort was very visible in his face,

"Huh? There's no need to-"

"I-I gotta go!"

"W-what?! No Tweek, w-wait!"

Tweek however, ignored Craig and followed Clyde to the storage room. His cheeks were flushed and his heart was beating fast. Seeing Craig reminds him of. "That" and he really didn't want to remember it.

Meanwhile Craig was left standing there. Feeling disappointed that Tweek left him in the air. He wondered what had happened? Didn't their relationship grew closer during the summer retreat? Tweek even asked him for his number. Then why was he avoiding him now? Did he do something wrong? What was it then? Everything was fine until…

"O-oh…"

Craig remembered the memory of his visit from the other day. Tweek was sick and lying in bed. He was so adorable that Craig couldn't resist the urge to kiss him on the cheek...could that have been the reason why Tweek wanted to avoid him? Was he awake during that time?

"I fucked up didn't I?"

Craig sighed to himself. Wondering what he should do to get Tweek to like him again.

A/N: A lackluster chapter I know, but I needed a set up for a future scene. Anyways thanks for reading!