Tweek x Craig - When fate brings two hearts together

Chapter 2

Tweek's POV:

I walked around our new coffee shop, cleaning tables and making sure that everything looked good for the official opening of the shop. We just moved to South Park, Colorado, and so far, it isn't actually as bad as I thought it was going to be. Moving from town to town because of our coffee business expanding can be pretty exhausting and it's also very emotionally draining.

I make sure every time we move that I purposely make no new friends whatsoever because I know that in a matter of time, I'm gonna have to leave them all again and I don't need that kind of sadness weighing down heavy on my heart, my anxiety is enough to keep me emotionally drained for the rest of my life so the pain of continuously losing friends is not what I need right now and this town isn't going to make that any different.

Nothing and no-one could possibly make me want to stay in this town and make friends. Never in a million years.

I sit down with a sigh, satisfied with my cleaning and decorating and lay back, pulling my phone out of my pocket and opening YouTube, starting my mini marathon of Game Grumps videos until it's time for the shop to open.

I'm halfway through the first video when my Dad walks out of the staff room holding a banner in his hands. "Tweek, I'm just going to put this up outside the shop, if you need anything come out and talk to me, okay?"

I nodded and smiled slightly, looking back down at my phone. "Okay, Dad."

A few minutes go by and all of a sudden I hear what sounds like a yelp and a loud bang. I jump out of my seat, dropping my phone and falling off the chair as I try and scramble to my feet, eyes naturally darting to the shop window in my sheer panic.

My eyes immediately landed on my Dad, motionless on the floor, and I gasped, running out from behind the counter and out of the front doors to where he was. I slide down on my knees next to him, looking up at the ladder he'd fallen off while putting the banner up and looked back down at him again, panicking like crazy, my vision blurring in and out of focus.

"Dad!? Oh my god.. oh my god, WHAT DO I DO?!" I yelled as I grabbed my hair, pulling on it in panic—I really need to stop that habit, it can't be healthy. "Mom, Mom!!!" I started to scream at the top of my lungs, hoping that she'd hear me from the back of the shop.

Thankfully, I'm as loud as an animal, so of course she hears me and emerges from the back of the shop, alarm and concern plastered on her face as she looked at my Dad and I on the ground. In my panic, I started to cry, my emotions getting the better of me. My Mom leaned down to meet my vision, gently pulling me up off the ground and sitting me down on one of the nearby chairs while she kneeled next to my Dad and called an ambulance. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried, too disoriented to even hear what was happening anymore.

I don't know how long I was sat there crying for but as soon as I lifted my head up, I saw an ambulance heading our way. I started to calm down a little knowing that my Dad was going to be in safe hands soon and put my legs down, watching the ambulance stop right in front of us.

At the commotion, people had started to emerge on the street, but I couldn't care less, and for the first time in my whole life wanted to tell them to fuck off and mind their own business; but I wasn't any better, whenever something big was going down I'd try and get a front row seat, too, so really, I had no right to yell.

I breathed out a shaky breath and watched as they loaded my Dad up into the back of the ambulance. I could see my Mom talking to one of the paramedics and just as I was wondering what she was saying, she turned around and looked at me, smiling sympathetically. All I could do was stare back at her, and finally after another minute of talking, she walked over to me. She put her hand on my shoulder and bent down a little so we were face to face.