Our Addiction {Craig x Tweek}

Chapter 7

Coffee.

The smell hits me strong, and immediately my whole body warms up. I feel the gaze of Tweek's eyes on me, and I give a quick wave as greeting.

I had decided, after a long shitty week of being sad, I wanted to reconnect with someone who was  familiar, yet long lost to me.

I had admitted my crush to Clyde - I shouldn't have been so damn stupid into thinking my feelings would be let down gently. After his not so tactful rejection, the rest of the week had been spent awkwardly. That is, until Token forced us to rekindle our friendship he didn't want the three of us to loose.

It was painful, annoying, and awful. I smoked six packs of cigarettes in two days. six.

I let my feet wander to the cash register,
"One Hot Chocolate, please." I say, my voice taking on a defeated quality. I pass Tweek my money, and he sets to work immediately.

He looks completely in his zone, like he was born to stand in this shop and make hot chocolate and other warm beverages. Tweek doesn't twitch once, his hands surprisingly confident and calm.

After about three patient minutes, Tweek hands me my cup, a small smile on his lips. I nod my thanks, and find myself a seat in the mostly empty shop.

I honestly came here because I felt myself missing the conversations I've had with Tweek over the past few weeks. That, on top of my pathetic rejection, a comforting face that wasn't Token's pitying one was nice. My original mission was to carry out a conversation with Tweek, but i'm already awkward enough as it is, so being in the shop made me feel less shitty anyway.

I watch as the customers (there was only six at the moment) drink their beverages heartily. The aura was calming, warm, and homely. The shop had broad, open windows covered by thin cream colored curtains.The lighting tinted the whole shop in a soft, almost hazy gold color. It wasn't too overbearing at all, and I quite enjoyed the whole atmosphere of the place.

A pang of intense melancholy passed through my body, and before I could let myself get too down again, I felt someone sliding into the booth right next to me. I look over, startled for a second, until I realize it was Tweek who had taken the seat.

He was holding a cup of his own, a twitching smile on his face. "What are you doing here today, C-Craig?" Tweek asks in an inquisitive tone. I reply with a shrug. He just raises his eyebrow, and drinks his coffee patiently.

After five minutes, I rest an elbow on the table, and begin to talk.

"Have you ever felt rejection before?"

Tweek hums in acknowledgement, before shaking his head no. "I've never liked someone enough t-to ask them out. The weird kids like me never stand a chance a-anyway."

I sigh, and drink the rest of my hot chocolate.

The next two weeks pass in a similar fashion. Clyde and I do our best to amend our awkwardness, but being around him for too long drives me bat shit crazy. My heart still skips beats, my palms get sweaty, and I blush too much. At least before, Clyde didn't know I got like that because of him. And so, to get away from hanging out with Token and Clyde, I go and visit Tweek Tweak and his coffee shop.

The place became more familiar to me, Tweek always sliding into the spot next to me, whether we sit in silence drinking (mine always hot chocolate, his coffee) or have conversations, the time spent here always feels healing to my troubled heart. Of course, I always saw him during school days, and he would always give me small smiles as greeting in the hallways.

School passed frustratingly. I beat up twice the usual amount of people. I smoked more than I used too.

I snapped at Clyde, trying to turn my affection into annoyance. It just made Clyde cry a lot. It really wasn't his fault that I liked him, but I didn't know any other way to deal with the problem.