CoffeeMate || Creek

Chapter 3 | You Owe Me

Tweek's POV:

My parents are going to kill me. I'm surprised I haven't killed them! I don't hate them, BUT WHY WOULD THEY LEAVE ME IN CHARGE?? They know I'm horrible with customers, super clumsy, and I'm paranoid about running the place alone.

After I dropped the tray I heard laughter from the door. I slowly looked up and saw Craig Fucker. What is he doing here? And how dare he laugh at me! If only he knew that this was a normal thing for me to do.

     I brushed myself off and stood up. Some customers helped pick up the tray and the cups, we need more people like this in the world. I mopped the floor and made new drinks for the people who ordered them.

     I sighed and went into the employee room, which was basically just for me. I sat on a chair and my head collapsed against the table.

     "So you're going to leave the shop unattended? Wow you must win employee of the month here." A voice said behind me. I jolted up and grabbed the chair. I threw it at whoever it was and screamed.

     They ducked and came out of the shadows, "Dude what the fuck is wrong with you?! You could have potentially hurt me!"

     "Oh great not you again. I wish that chair hit you. Wait a second, what are you doing back here!? Employees only!" I yelled at Craig angrily.

     "For an employee area don't you think it lacks employees?" He said sarcastically. I frowned at him and turned away. I screamed internally and pulled at my hair. I took a few deep breaths and turned back around.

     "For a human you do lack the decent qualities of one. It's bad enough that you got me in trouble today! Can't you leave me alone? What do you want anyways? Did you come to laugh at me some more?" I said crossing my arms at him. I took a few steps forward, trying to act like the bigger man here.

     "Calm down dude. You being angry is like the cringiest thing ever. You were not made to act angry. Also I came here to talk, didn't you read my note?" He asked me. I feel so attacked right now.

     "Wait what note?" I asked staring up at him. Great, now I sound stupid. So much for trying to act tuff.

     "You know the one I threw at you in class? The one that kind of got you in trouble. It explained that I was going to meet you here." He said moving his arms around like an idiot. I had to admit he was a big dork.

     "Oh I never read that. And what do you mean kind of? That's the exact reason why I got in trouble!" I said starting to yell again. I started to twitch again and I tried calming myself down.

     "Yeah yeah whatever. I wanted to talk about us being soulmates. I know we don't get to pick who our soulmate is but don't you ever wonder why you're paired with that person. It's obvious we don't get along very well, so why are we picked by fate? I guess this is loves plan, so we should just follow it." He said sighing as he sat on another chair.

     I clenched my fists, "Well guess what Craig? Love doesn't follow a plan! I believe in free will, and I don't want to follow 'loves plan'! That is complete bullshit! I refuse to believe that we will ever be soulmates. I don't care what my eye color says! My heart tells me that you're nothing to me!" I felt tears in my eyes and I barely managed to hold in my sobs. I ran out the back door to the alleyway. Fuck Craig.

Craig's POV:

     I stood there bewildered. I can feel the pain I put him through. I almost feel like crying with him. I didn't know that you can hurt someone that much. I didn't think you can hurt a person that hates your guts that much. I feel like total shit.

     I walked out the back door and saw him crying against a wall. I slowly approached him and he looked up at me. His eyes were full of tears and they were red.

     "What do you want now? You've done enough." He said coldly. He glared at me, and I felt like he was ripping me apart in his mind. I just stood there for a while, I don't know what to do. My mind told me to leave him there, but my heart told me to hold him. I wrapped my arms around him, he tried getting out of my grip but gave in.

     "I'm an asshole I know that already. I didn't mean to hurt you. Can we start over? Like completely over? I know you want nothing to do with me, and that's fine. Let me help you around this shop, it looks like you need it." I said softly. He stayed quite for a while and just stayed in my arms. He pushed himself away from me and looked back up at me.

     "I'll take your offer since you owe me big time. Also I guess we can start over, but that won't change how I think or feel about you." He said glaring at me.

     "That's fine Tweek. You can still hate me all you want. Now don't you have a business to run?" I asked smirking at him. He blushed and ran back inside, he must have realized that he left customers unattended.

     I followed after him and saw him dealing with some pretty angry customers. He seemed to be handling it pretty well. He was still doing great until he realized I was watching him, then he dropped hot coffee on another boy our age.

    "What the fuck Tweek! I will fucking end you for doing that!" The guy yelled as he raised his fist. Tweek covered his head and prepared for the impact.

Tweek's POV:

     I waited for the feeling of being helpless again, but it never came. I opened my eyes and saw Craig holding Cartman's fist. Cartman glared at him and pulled his arm away from him.

     "Wow, the new kid decides to help this loser. You looked pretty cool until now. Don't expect to get away with this easily, I will get both of you back." He said glaring at us. Craig glared back and flipped him off. He turned to face me and held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me up.

     "Uh th-thanks for that I guess. And if y-you think that makes up for everything well then you're wrong!" I said scrunching up my face.

     "I know it doesn't but we are starting new. I just want to watch out for you now, I guess." He said looking away. I didn't trust that he was changing for me, but it was a start in the right direction.

I grabbed a spare apron and threw it at him, "Put that on. For the next two weeks, I'm the boss. So you better listen to me, this business is important to my family do don't screw it up for me."

Craig put on the apron and held his arms up in defense, "Ok ok I get it. Now, how the fuck do you make coffee?"

This was going to be the worst two weeks ever.