Sometimes Love is Fate, Fate is Always Cruel

Chapter Nine

The coffee soothed him, he felt relaxed though his body would look otherwise. With the constant twitching and jitters he never seemed to be at peace. Glancing at the clock he noted it had been four hours since Craig had dropped him off. And the café was already spotless. He was quick in whatever he did, he honestly thought it was the coffee. However though he was sixteen his parents refused to tell him what was in it. The past few years they seemingly became worried about how much he consumed, talking amongst themselves. He still didn't understand.

Sitting in one of the booths he tried thinking of anything he could do, he wanted to stay busy, but he'd done everything. As he finished his coffee and prepared to take some home his phone began to ring. The male screamed and dropped the pot, the pot shattered as hot coffee splashed all over him. Hissing in pain, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. In a slightly annoyed voice he answered his phone, "A-Agh! What is it?!" He cried, not hiding his irritation.

"Whoa. Calm down there fella...are you okay?" Butters soft and sweet voice came over the other line.

"AM I-I okay?!" He groaned, "No! There's glass and coffee everywhere!" It was clear he was panicking.

"O-o-oh hamburgers! I am so sorry!" Butters tried, but now that Tweek was frustrated he couldn't handle it and hung up. He frantically began to pick up glass pieces, he wasn't the most careful so he ended up slicing his hand open.

"I-oh God!" He began to panic as blood began to mix with coffee and glass, his breathing became labored. He was entering full panic mode now, the cut was deep, and he probably would have continued freaking out. If Kyle hadn't conveniently walked into the café after noticing Tweek was there.

"Tweek, are you okay?" He asked, his eyes wide in as he saw the blood, "Jesus dude!" Kyle sprang into action as he ran into the kitchen and into the storage room. Kyle had once worked here so he knew where everything was. Grabbing clean cloths and the first aid kit he rushed to Tweek and guided him to a booth. "What happened?" Kyle demanded as he began to patch up the spazzing blonde.

"I-I was getting coffee prepared to ta-take home! An-and- AGH FUCK," he hissed in pain, and tried to withdraw his hand. Kyle only smacked his leg lightly to get him to calm and stop.

"I have to get this shard of glass out." He mumbled as he painfully dug the tweezers into Tweek's cut to remove the shard. Tweek's breathing became labored again. Why did bad things always happen to him?

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"Hey Craig, where did you go last night anyways?" Clyde asked as the walked down the street, the duo was about to part ways but of course the crybaby did end up asking him about yesterday. Craig sighed and shot him a look that told him to let it go. Groaning and pouting the brunette gave in. "You're an ass sometimes Craig." He simply stated to his best friend who only shrugged.

Craig stopped as Clyde turned to enter the Taco Bell, for "breakfast tacos". Craig never understood his love for tacos, but no one understood his love for Guinea pigs so he didn't say much. "See you tonight." Craig said as Clyde grinned and excitedly went in. Relieved to finally be alone, Craig continued his walk. He wanted to go to the park, but ended up taking the long route. This route would let him pass Tweak Bros. Coffee. He wasn't sure why he wanted to check on the blonde, but he did. He wasn't exactly going to let Tweek know that, but he was going to kind of peak in.

However, as he finally passed after a few blocks of walking he glanced in the window and froze. Tweek was crying, a sight that had always made Craig's stomach twist with uneasiness and soon as he saw why he nearly rushed in there to help himself. Kyle was holding Tweek's hand applying pressure to a wound that seemed to be bleeding profusely. After fighting with himself for a few moments he pushed himself forward. With Kyle in there he couldn't help him. Mainly because the red headed Jew had a big mouth and would run and tell Stan. And that would effectively shatter his reputation. However he made a mental note to check on Tweek later.