Creek - "sorry wrong number"

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| Craig |

It's been about three hours since Tweek threw his little tantrum. I accidentally read your text, get over it. The whole thing has been blown way out of proportion, really. I don't think I would mind if the roles were reversed. Sure, we agreed not to invade privacy but we also agreed not to hide things. If whatever I allegedly snooped into was that bad, it shouldn't have been a secret in the first place.

I was sorta hungry but also a little too sad to cook anything for myself. I grabbed my hat and shoes and headed for the coffee shop.
While walking, I was able to think more clearly and replay the entire situation in my head. I can't even really remember what happened at this point. It's not like I even read into the text itself, I simply just picked up the phone and saw what seemed like millions of notifications. Part of me wanted to talk to Tweek, part of me never wanted to see him again. A solution became clear as I saw Tweek sitting in the coffee shop with Bebe. Damn it. I should have known he'd be in there, he works there after all. It's my default place to go, I started walking in that direction out of habit. Do I talk to him? Do I play it cool like I never even saw him?
Turns out Tweek decided for me. Next thing I know he's storming up to me.

"We need to talk Craig" He said, while jabbing his index finger into my chest.

"Yeah. We do." I replied, lowering his hand with my own.

"Go on then, I'm waiting."

"Woah woah woah. You wan't me to apologize? I didn't even read the text, I only saw the spam notifications. You're the one that was hiding something in the first place Tweek, we're supposed to tell each other everything."

"I know Craig. I'm sorry, I just didn't want to burden you, you're so busy with work and everything I just didn't-"

"Tweek." I cut him off, "You will never, ever, be a burden to me. Okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I love you. Now let's sit down and have a chat."

-

| Tweek |

I'm so glad that whole fight is over and done with. It was starting to stress me out. I told Craig about the entire situation, from the meth scandal, to the court dates, and my parents wanting to sell the shop. I was so busy talking I hadn't even notice he had taken notes with a pen and paper. I like Craig for that, he's not very attentive on his own but he makes it work. Shows he cares, you know.

"That's it?" He asked, standing up.

"Yep."

"Well, chop chop we don't have all day." He said, grabbing my things for me and heading out the door.

"Huh? Where are we going?"

"We've got a plane to catch and a court case to attend to. We can still win that shop back, just let me make a few phone calls."

-

We quickly walked home and began packing our things as the court date was two days from now. I could overhear Craig in the other room speaking with a lawyer on the phone. He was using a lot of big words I didn't really understand. I wonder where he learned them. As I zipped up my suitcase, Craig walked in.

"We're all set. Plane leaves tomorrow morning and we'll arrive in South Park around noon. That gives us a day and a half to prepare ourselves."

I was speechless. Had Craig really done all of this for me after the way I treated him? I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him.

"So what do we do now?" I asked, pulling away from the hug.

"We relax. We've told each other everything there is to know. We can resurface this tomorrow morning."

To be continued...