Through A Window | Tweek x Craig

:4: The Coffee Shop

Trigger Warnings: Homophobic slurs

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Tweek

October 20th, 2:00 pm. Saturday.

Today had been the grand opening to our coffee shop and things could not be more hectic! It felt like thousands of customers kept pouring into the building with only me and my parents working there. It was almost impossible to make all the orders perfect, but we still had managed to pull through. All day it had been like this. Customer after customer taking their orders. Luckily, it seemed to die down at around 7:30p.m.. Apparently not many people like to drink coffee before bed. But fortunately for me, I was able to go home soon in about half an hour to get some sleep. As if I'd actually be able to get any sleep anyway.

"Okay, Tweek." Said my dad, "Since there seems to be no customers right now, feel free to take a break. Me and your Mother will be in the back." My parents headed into the back as I remained in the shop, sitting down to relax for a bit.

As it neared around 7:35, another customer walked in. I looked up at the sound of their footsteps and immediately figured out it had been a familiar face. Craig Tucker. My heart skipped a beat. I don't know why, but I just felt really threatened by him. It was something about the way he looked at me. His sharp blue eyes intensely stared into mine, screaming his dominance over me. It was as if his intent was to threaten me. If that really had been his intent, then it sure was working. I stood there, shaking, as he walked up to me.

I attempted to calm the racing thoughts in my head and awkwardly shuffled my feet as he began to speak, "Hey, spaz, I didn't know you worked here."

I gulped, "Y-Yeah. GAH! M-My parents own the shop." I explained the best I could, "Do you want to order something?"

He raised a brow, "Obviously."

I began to sweat, "GAH! I'm sorry! Nngh– that was s-stupid of me. ACK! What do you want?" I lowered my voice, "Please don't hurt me..."

He rolled his eyes, "Whatever, fag. Just get me some coffee. Black." 

Did he just call me a fag?

Craig

Yes, I just called him a fag.

It would be simple to torment a weakling like...what was his name? Tweek, or something? I think so. Anyway, it was always easy to pick on the defenseless ones because they wouldn't fight back and get you into trouble. I figured this would be easily. Just to bully some gay kid for a while to keep my reputation in tact. How hard could it be? It wasn't like I cared for this defenseless weakling, after all. At least I assumed he was defenseless.

The kid twitched and got to my order, "GAH! Uh, okay."

I found a table and sat down there. As Tweek worked on my order, he would constantly look back at me. I could tell he was scared of me for some reason. Maybe it was the cold, sharp looks I was giving him. Or maybe I just gave off a bad vibe in general. I do think I look pretty edgy, after all. Not that that was intentional.

After about five minutes or so, my drink was complete. Tweek nervously placed the drink in front of him, awaiting for me to just take it and leave. He watched me closely as I picked up my order and took a sip. I expected the coffee to be decent, I haven't been a big fan of the drink anyway. But it was surprisingly...good. Like, really good. I wondered what they put into the coffee that caused me to suddenly feel so at ease.

But being the asshole I intended to be when I walked through those doors, I took my drink, twisted the lid off, and dumped the whole thing onto the floor, "That tasted like shit." I said coldly, getting close to him. I gave him a cold, hard stare, "Mess up my order again, fag, and you're gonna get it."

He stood there, frozen, as I turned around and walked away. My work here had been done.

Tweek

What the hell!? Why wasn't I able to fight back!? This kid had been tormenting me and I just stood there, shaking!

As shocking as it sounds, when someone decides to be an ass to me, I normally just ignore my nervousness and confront them but this time I was just...frozen. I was so confused. Why did this kid scare me so much!?

What was it about Craig Tucker...that made him so terrifying to me?

Ah shit, man. That hurt me. Personally 😂 I hate writing shit that hurts my heart like this! Ahhh!

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