South Park One Shots Reader x South Park

Addicted

Tweek x Reader: Addicted

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'Ring ring'. It meant that someone just entered the restaurant. A young, blonde boy twitched from the sudden sound. A familiar girl looked at him, she sat down on a table alone. Tweek knew her, she was in his class, they never spoke though. She was beautiful and amazing, he didn't want to humiliate himself. He had talked about her with the other boys, they all said she was really nice and all and that he should just go for it....but he was too shy. Now he didn't had a choice. When his parents left for the weekend, he and sometimes a few friends, were in charge of the store. Here goes nothing.

He took a deep breath and started walking towards her.

 "C-can I h-help you? GAH!"he stared at her beauty, hating himself for screaming after his sentence. 

"Hey...wait...you're Tweek, right? We are in the same class. I wanted to talk to you before but you seemed to...avoid me"she smiled at him and shook it off. 

"Y-yeah s-sorry, I am r-really s-shy. GAH!"he twitched. 

The (H/C) haired girl giggled and opened the menu on the table. She looked at it for a moment while Tweek waited. He muttered a little while his left eye blinked fast. "An espresso, please, Tweek"she smiled friendly at him. 

"O-okay then...Do y-you want any c-c-cream with t-that?"he asked while he wrote it down on his notepad. 

"No thanks"she put down the menu and leaned back, staring at him.

"O-okay. I-it will be right here. There aren't m-many GAH, many c-costumers so it w-won't take t-too lo-ong"he smiled and left to the kitchen.

There he almost broke down. "W-we just t-talkeed?! O Jezus! O Jez-zus! No no no no no! TOO MUCH P-PRESSURE!"he told himself. He paced back and forth through the kitchen. She was so beautiful...

(Y/N)

He would love being her boyfriend...but he couldn't handle it. A girlfriend? The biggest pressure you could possibly have...right? He had never dated anyone ever before...he just didn't like anyone. Until now. Even though he wasn't sure what to do about it yet, he wasn't going to let her go. 

He got his shit together and made her coffee. Espresso, easy. He knew everything about coffee. He was an addict, a coffee addict. He drank about 10 cups a day, and it had been like that for the past 10 years. He started drinking it when he was about three or four years old. He knew everything about the drink, that was why he loved working in his parents's coffeeshop. 

He opened the door from the kitchen to the restaurant with the cup in his hand. There she sat, leaning backwards while staring out the window. Tweek stopped at stared for a second. Taking in every inch of her. Than he noticed something.....she was....smoking? He walked up to her and gave her her coffee. 

"I-I am really s-sorry, (Y/N) but you c-can't smok-ke here"he pointed at the smoking stick between her fingers. 

"O my god, I am so sorry! I know, I know. I don't even think about it anymore...happens automatically"she shrugged and made it out in a plant, which wasn't really okay either. She was really sorry, though, you could see that easily. "I have to stop, it's bad bla bla. I am European, what do you expect?"she giggled. It is true that Tweek had seen a lot of Europeans smoking. Ze Mole, for example. And the goth kids of course, but they were American....he guessed. 

"I-it's okay, there aren't many people....GAH....it's just that my p-parents will get mad i-if they would f-find out"he explained.

"I get it. Sorry. You are addicted to coffee right? People on school told me"she took a sip of her coffee, but put it down again when she almost burned her lip.