Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, admit it, if anyone but Matt Stone and Trey Parker owned it, it would probably suck.

"Craig?" asked Tweek, he had a new cup of coffee and was seated across from Craig at Tweek's Coffee, his father didn't seemed concerned that the boy's weren't in class. "Yeah?" asked Craig "Oh Jesus! N-nng! It's too much pressure! Never mind." squeaked Tweek, downing another mouthful of coffee. Craig shook his head and reached across the table to pat his friends hand reassuringly.
"What is it?" asked Craig, out of the corner of his eye he could see an old lady scoff at the gesture, he flipped her off. "Would nng! you like to sleep over tonight?" asked Tweek, twitching under Craig's touch.
"Sure thing." replied Craig retracting his hand to take a sip of the coffee he had ordered. Ok so it was weird for 16 year old boys to have sleepovers, so what? Cartman stopped into the coffee house, slamming the door behind him. "Stupid fucking jew with his stupid fucking boyfriend. Gonna fucking kill Kenny!" grumbled Cartman. He ordered a coffee and sat down at the same table as Tweek and Craig. "What the hell do you want?" spat Craig, even seven years later he was still sore about the Peruvian flute band incident.
"Why the fuck did you let Kyle hit you with a chair?" asked Cartman. Craig growled and threw his mostly full coffee at Cartman, earning a pained howl when the hot beverage landed in his lap. Cartman jumped up, glaring bloody murder at Craig. "I hate you so much." snarled Cartman "The feelings mutual." spat Craig, he took Tweeks hand and they walked out of the coffee shop together. "He's scary." whimpered Tweek. Craig shook his head and let go of Tweek's hand,
"To your place then?" asked Craig. Tweek nodded and started i the direction of his house.