~°•☆High Hopes | South Park Creek☆•°~

●_°blue crush°_●

   ~{Tweek's POV}~
   "I'm leaving t-to go to a friends house!" I yelled as I rushed downstairs.
   Clyde Donovan, a kid from my class, had invited a few people to some sort of 'party' thing and I had only agreed to come because, who knows, i might meet someone that'll end up meaning something more to me. I also didn't have to work at the coffee shop today, and so I honestly had nothing better to do.
   "You should've asked first," Dad turned his head around from where he was sitting on the couch to look at me. I halted on the second to last step and looked at him, biting my lip.
   "But you can go." He gave a weak smile and turned his attention back to whatever he had been doing before-hand.
   "We'll be in the shop if you need us." Mom walked out of the kitchen, looking tired. I felt kinda bad for leaving suddenly, since i almost never leave the house, but i might actually make some friends at this party.
   I smiled nervously and threw on my jacket, squeaking slightly at how big said jacket was. It didn't zip so I had to hold both sides and force them together as i navigated Clyde's house. It was pretty cold outside so i kept my head down and had my shoulders tensed.
   I guess i wasn't paying attention because one second i was speed walking down the street and the next i was kneeling on the ground with my arms out, breaking my fall. I quickly stood up and brushed the grit off of my clothes.
   "Hey dude, you alright?"
   Someone asked from behind me. Startled, i quickly turned around, almost tripping over myself. There was a decently taller than me kid with a darkish blue hat and blue coat with a even darker blue collar. His black hair poked out from underneath the hat and curved slightly. He was facing me, one hand in his pocket, one hand holding a small box.
   "I take that as a yes?" He raised an eyebrow slightly and turned to face me a little better.
   "O-oh- oh jesus- y-eah Im fine!" I fumbled with my words, but it's kinda normal for me. He seemed amused.
   "Kk, you just, looked like you just went through a break up."
   "Wha-" I looked at him, feeling highly confused until i realized i probably did look like i had been crying the way i was walking with my head down. "Oh- pfft-" i started laughing slightly.
   "Hey wait, are you that kid that works at that coffee shop just down the road?"
   His question cought me off guard so i was just kinda staring at him until i regained conscious about half a minute later.
   "You m-mean Tweekbro's coffee? Y-yeah my dad own the shop so i work there when i-i can. I think i recognise you, actually." I looked down shyly and started messing with the strings on my jacket. It was pretty hard to look him in the eye. You know how you like- just know when someone's gay? Yeah well, I am. And so I've always felt like if i looked a guy in the eyes he would think i liked him. Either that or i just don't like looking people in the eyes'. I mean . . . The guy was pretty hot.
   "O-oh fuck!" I looked at my phone and realised i was going to be late to the party. "I have t-to go! I'll keep an eye out for you at the shop!" I started to run off, looking back and waving. He waved back.
  "Same here! Oh- and be careful!" He shouted after me. I laughed and faced forward. I thought i could feel his gaze following me.
   I smiled to myself. I'm not even at the party yet and I've already made a friend! I felt super warm and fuzzy inside, and i liked that feeling. It was all good until i remembered something. When i had been friends with my ex friend i had never felt this good. I slowed down as thoughts of the boy filled my head. My face felt really weird and my heart was beating super fast. I shook my head and continued to walk, my surroundings appearing blurry either from me walking fast or the fact that i was barely conscious.

   "Eyyy! Tweek's here guys!" Clyde hugged me as he opened the door. I stepped inside and looked around to see who was here and what type of party this was. Kinky. I murmured to myself, my face a little red.
   "Here, have something to drink." Clyde handed me a clear fizzy drink that looked a little yellowish. "Its not alcohol is it?" I looked up at Clyde. "What does a little alcohol hurt?" He smiled.
   "Well, your health, your mind-"
   "Fine, yes, it was alcohol." Clyde huffed, looking tired.
   "Oh. Sorry, I don't drink alcohol, but if you have coffee I'll drink that." I smiled nervously. Clyde looked a little disappointed but sighed and pointed towards the kitchen. I beamed and headed into the kitchen to make coffee.