Creek Oneshots (South Park)

Gas Station Soup

Gas Station Soup

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Craig had just stepped out of the gas station when the first few flakes began to fall. Snow wasn't unusual in the city, but only in the fall and winter, not in the middle of August.

He took a step to the side to let a woman by as he pulled his phone from his pocket. He shoved the rest of the candy bar he had just bought in his mouth. After pulling up his speed dial, he pressed the first name and held the phone to his ear.

It rang twice before Tweek answered.

"What's up, babe?"

"Is everything alright?"

"Um, yeah. Everything is fine."

Craig raised an eyebrow, though he knew Tweek couldn't see the action.

"Are you sick?"

Tweek's voice sounded sniffled and horse. When Craig left this morning to take his shift at Freedom Pal HQ, he remembered Tweek's cheeks felt hot under his kiss.

"No. I'm fine. I have the night shift, so I'll be leaving soon."

Craig held out his hand, a fat, fluffy flake landed in his palm. "It's snowing, Tweek. You're sick or stressed or both."

"I'm fine. I chugged half a bottle of Dayquil and have some change. I'll buy a Sprite at--"

A sneeze cut him off.

Craig spun on his heels and headed back into the station as Tweek sniffled.

"If you go to work with a cold, Doctor Timothy will make you go home." Craig held the phone between his ear and his shoulder.

"There's no one else assigned to HQ tonight,” Tweek argued weakly.

"I'll get Clyde to do it. He owes me one for covering for him last month." Craig picked up one of the cans of soup. It was a name brand, but the promotion on the label was for a movie that came out nearly two years ago. He shrugged, figuring that canned soup can't go bad, and headed towards the drinks with the can in hand.

Tweek made a noise in the back of his throat, something between a thinking hmm and phlegm-y rasp. Craig pulled out a Sprite, half expecting Tweek to continue arguing.

Tweek, however, relented. "Alright. Thanks, Craig."

"Mmm-huh. No problem, honey. I'll be home in a couple. Love you." Craig set the can of soup and Sprite on the counter.

Tweek replied, "Love you, too." then hung up.

The cashier glanced at his purchase then up at him but didn't comment on how desperate Craig must be.

If not for the blond shock of hair sticking out of the blankets, Craig wouldn't have known Tweek was in the huddle.

He set the plastic bag of groceries on the side table before crouching down. He reached up and pushed the blankets aside, exposing his boyfriend.

Tweek looked miserable. Red colored his cheeks. There were dark bags under his eyes. A line of mucus ran from his nostrils down around his lips.