The bell ringed as the couple walked into the coffee shop. "hey son" welcomed , not realising that it was mid-day on a Friday and his son wasn't at school. "h-hey" Tweek squeaked, Craig nodded at him, returning his box of fags to his pocket. The lanky teen hated Tweek's parents, he saw how they treated their child , the lack of interest they payed towards him, not giving him any love or support being and being pretty much oblivious to his existence ,but worst of all getting him hooked on meth just like themselves. Although they didn't add enough meth into their coffee to make their son look horrifying, he still suffered the many of the mental side effects of drinking it ever since he could walk. The blonde retrieved the keys from behind the counter and unlocked the back door to the brewery, Craig swiftly followed.

His heart sank when he saw the jittery guy kick the machinery so he could get his fresh fix. Craig had tried many times to talk him out of drinking it but with any addiction it's no good just telling someone to stop, like him and his 20 cigs a day issue . Tweek knew it was bad for him but he couldn't resist the cravings he got for that rush when the dark liquid hit him (it also didn't help that his parents made a living out of making it ). They both sat down on the stained carpet, the room was hot from the machine being on 24/7, in addition the steam from coffee being poured into the barrels floated around the ceiling. Taking a long sip of coffee Tweek's shakes began to calm down. Exhaling with a smile of relief, getting the nice warm buzz he had been craving all day. "do ya want some?" He offered as always, "nah" Craig declined as always, not wanting to join the club of meth addicts.

The smaller male's coffee bean brown eyes lingered over Craig's hands, they were big, rough and scattered with scars. A small gash on his right eyebrow caught his eye, the dark thick hairs around the deep cut glistened on and off in the intense flickering light. "hey where'd you get that from?" He asked getting a bit light headed by seeing the small amount of blood, lifting his wobbly finger in the direction of Craig's eyebrow. It took Craig a moment to know get Tweek was on about "oh yeah, Cartman called me a lanky fag … the fat cunt" he played it off as though it didn't sting like hell. Tweek slumped "oh-uh okay" he sighed, his eyes returned to his feet which were beginning to twitch again. He knew Craig didn't mind people thinking he was gay but that's what 'fag' means right? …and he was offended by it? or maybe it was just because it was Cartman? he thought hopefully.

After Tweek had finished his coffee they trudged down to his house as it was the closest to the shop. Craig cracked open the bedroom window so he could have a smoke while half dangling outside. "God-d-d-damn it Craig you're letting all th-the cold in!" Exclaimed the lump hiding under the bed covers trying to kick the smoker off the bed (which was directly under the window) . "fuck off dude I sit in that shitty boiling room all the time so you can have a fix" he argued back, giving the lump a kick back while also trying not to drop his lighter as he lit his fag in his mouth. The lump replied with a shaky middle finger and a muffled fuck you. After a few minutes, had passed the fag end was dropped from the window and get buried in the snow and the owner shut the window, realising they may as well of been outside because of how chilly it was. "fuck its freezing" Craig commented, he wished he could crawl into the duvet cave and embrace the smaller kid's warmth…no that'd be too far, he thought and sat beside the lump on top of the covers instead. A wild yellow mass appeared up from the coffee bean bed spread "man y-you're always freezing!" Tweek tried not to make eye contact with him for too long in case his dumb feeling came across, he wished he could hug the sheets around Craig so he hopefully wouldn't feel so cold. But instead they both lay there and looked at the ceiling awkwardly, imagining being in each other's arms.

Craig looked at the blonde, his wild hair covering his eyes then flying up when he exhaled out of his freckled nose, the collar of his murky green shirt was unbuttoned revealing more of them damn cute freckles. Quickly his eyes darted in the other direction realising that he was eyeing him up and he could probably see how homo he was. Tweek saw his shivering figure through his hair and thought 'maybe if I lie as far away from him as I can and ask him he wouldn't think I was gay for him right? No what if he laughs at me or thinks I'm trying to make a move? Well he knows I know he's cold like he literally just said!'. After taking about a minute to convince himself, he shifted closer to the wall and pulled the covers down so Craig could just see his mouth "y-y-you wanna get i-in cus it's c-cold like you said I mean youdonthaveto, sorr-" "yeah thanks" Craig cut him off with a smile, getting under the covers but keeping his distance. The taller one grinded his tongue piercing against his teeth to distract himself from looking at shaking canary, they had never been in a bed together, usually when they had sleep overs they would both sleep on the floor. Tweek looked at Craig for a second 'okay okay that was okay, probably thinking I'm a fag, oh Jesus he does! He must feel so fucking awkward what was I thinking?! I'm so stupid now I've screwed everything up GOD DAMMIT TWEEK'. Craig noticed he was buzzing even more and placed his hand on the ball of yellow impulsively, Tweeks brown eyes shot open "GAH!" he exclaimed and the hand was quickly removed. Tweek was just shocked at the sudden contact and now he wanted that heavy hand in his hair again. Craig cursed to himself, however he noticed something warm swallow his fingers…another hand. The hand was guided back onto the head, both of their hearts were beating fast.