The next day was rainy and dark. Rain fell on the roofs of the buildings in the town of South Park. Rain spattered against the windows of the coffee shop and down the rain gutters.
When the people were tired of getting wet outside, they went indoors.
Rain upset Tweek's plans. Tweek had planned to go out, this day, and go shopping for better shoes. He had other plans, too. His plans for the day went something like this:
Breakfast at six-thirty. Cappuccino, with doughnuts. Breakfast would be finished at seven.
From seven to eight, Tweek planned to have a talk with Eric Cartman, the fat boy who works here for a year too. Talking with Cartman was not the most interesting occupation in the world but it was better than nothing.
From nine to eleven he planned to drink coffee and share it with customers.
From eleven to twelve he planned to stand still and watch the clouds form shapes into fun things.
Twelve o clock-Lunchtime, same as usual at the coffee shop. Lunch would be over at one.
From one to two, Tweek planned to take a nap.
From two to three, he planned to drink more coffee and be more jittery.
From three to four, he planned to stand perfectly still and wait for Stan.
At four would become supper.
Tweek had gone to sleep thinking about these plans. He awoke at six and saw the rain, and it seemed as though he couldn't bear it.
"I get everything all beautifully planned out and it has to go and rain," he said.
For a while he stood gloomily indoors. Then he looked at the door no one was coming inside. He went to the freezer, Cartman was nowhere to be seen.
"Are you in here, Cartman?" Called Tweek. There was no answer. Suddenly Tweek felt lonely and friendless.
"One day just like another," he groaned. "I'm only 8, I have no real friends here at this shop, it's going to rain all morning and all afternoon, and Stan won't come in such bad weather. Too much pressure!" And Tweek was crying again, for the second time in two days.
At six-thirty Tweek heard teenagers walk up to the counter telling him to give them coffee.
"Hello, will you give us some coffee?" one of them said.
Tweek did not budge. They said nothing and just left, they notice that something was wrong with him.
Tweek did not want to work, he wanted love. He wanted a friend-someone who would care for him. He mentioned this to Jimmy, who was mopping the floors.
"Will you hang out with me?" he asked.
"S-s-sorry," said Jimmy. "I have 8 invitations for 8 girls to come. I don't have time to h-hang out right now."
"Uh, okay then." said Tweek, bitterly.
Tweek next tried Butters.
"Will you please hang out with me?" he asked.
"No thanks," said Butters. "If I hang out with you without permission, I'll get grounded.
"Oh I'm sorry to hear about that!" replied Tweek.
"But thanks for asking!" said Butters.
Sadly, Tweek lay down and listened to the rain. Soon he saw the fat boy coming from the freezing feeling tired.
"Will you hang out with me, Cartman?" asked Tweek.
"What?" said Cartman, rubbing his eyes. "Oh ho ho, no ho!"
"Why not?" asked Tweek.
"I don't hang out with newbees like you, replied the fat boy, sourly. "I prefer to spend my time eating fried chicken, playing video games, and hating hippies. I'm a junk food outcast, not a princess. Right now I'm doing whatever my job is, so just hang out with yourself. And he walked away with hate.
Tweek watched him go into the freezer. He knew Cartman would freeze to death in there but even that didn't comfort him.
Friendless, dejected, and hungry, he buried his face in his arms and sobbed.
Late afternoon, the teenagers went to the coffee shop.
"What's wrong with him, he hasn't eaten anything."
"I think he just hates his job!" they said.
Tweek couldn't believe what was happening to him when he had no friends by his side. It was certainly the worst day of his life. He didn't know whether he could endure the awful loneliness any more.
Darkness settled over everything. Soon there was no one hear except the employees and him. Suddenly a small voice surprised Tweek.
"Do you want a friend, Tweek?" it said. "I'll be a friend to you. I've watched you all day and I like you."
"But I can't see you," said Tweek, raising his head. "Where are you? And who are you?"
"I'm right up here," said the voice. "Go to sleep. You'll see me in the morning."