Staying In South Park (Sequel to L.I.S.P.)

25

SARAH'S P.O.V.

The next morning I got up, accidentally waking Kenny, and got dressed speedily and did my makeup neater than most days. "The fuck are you doing?" He asked sleepily. "Going to find a job." I said. "This early?" "Yes. Just go back to sleep." I said and he was off before another word could be said from either of us.

I walked down the street, looking for possible jobs, when a place popped in my head. I walked faster and finally got to Tweak's coffee and entered.

"H-Hi Sarah!" Tweek greeted me from behind the counter. "Hey, Tweek. Your parents here?" I asked, leaning forward on the counter. "I th-think so. Why?" "I wanna know if there's a job opening here." I said and he smiled widely. "Oh! Okay! I'll tell th-them, and, and I'll put in g-good word for y-you!" He said. "Thanks so much, Tweek." I sighed happily and waited as he went behind the place.

Most likely they're going to come out to talk to me, so I turned on the kind side of me, the manipulative side of me.

As suspected, they came out to interview me. "Good morning, Sarah. Tweek tells you want to apply for a job here?" Mr. Tweak said and I nodded. "That's if you're hiring, of course." I said and that made their smiles grow. "Tweak Coffee is a family owned business, but Tweek tells us you're friends, so I can hire you. But first, let's talk. Would you like something to drink?" He asked.

"Small coffee, black, please." I said and Tweek got one for me. I pulled out my wallet, but Mrs. Tweak told me to put it away. "This one's on us." She said and I smiled. "That's very kind of you. Thanks." And they lead me over to a table.

I sat down and took a gracious sip. "Why do you want to work at Tweak's Coffee?" Mr. Tweak asked me. "Well, my cousin told me that I need to find a job by the end of the week. I was just walking around trying to find a place that was hiring, and it suddenly popped into my head that when I was a bit younger, one of my friends worked in a coffee shop and I would stand in for them at times, and I seemed pretty good at it, too. So this was the first place I thought of, obviously." I smiled.

"That's nice to know. What kind of work are you willing to do here?" He asked. "I'll do anything you need me to, honestly." I shrugged lightly with a soft smile.

After a few more questions with professional and kind answers, they decided to hire me. "Thank you so much, Mr. and Mrs. Tweak. This really means a lot." I said and shook their hands. "Come in tomorrow at seven and you can get started, okay?" He said and I nodded.

"Again, thank you so much. I'll be here tomorrow at seven. See ya later, Tweek." I said and gave a quick wave before I left, smiling to myself down the street.

I went back home and burst into Dale's room. "GUESS WHO GOT A JOB?!?!" I yelled, waking him. "You little bitch." "Ya know ya love me." I smiled proudly and sauntered out and to my room. I fell back on the bed next to Kenny and he was already awake.

"Where are you working?" "Tweak's Coffee." "Congrats." "Thanks." Our conversation was cut short when he kissed me for a long time, refusing to break our lips apart.

We wasted that day away and at six the next day I got up and got ready for the day. I got to Tweak's Coffee at six forty five, after kissing Kenny goodbye.

They seemed a little surprised that I was early, but handed me an apron with Tweak Coffee's logo on it and I put it on and tied it around my waist. I started with cleaning the floors and making sure that the tables were orderly. Customers started coming in at seven and Tweek served them.

At a break when customers were slower, Tweek showed me what to do behind the counter and I helped out a bit there after washing my hands, of course.

This was a sort of slow day, according to Tweek. "So what do you do when there aren't any customers around?" I asked. "I-I try to m-make n-new coffee dr-drinks." He said and I nodded. "Wanna see one of mine?" I asked and he nodded. I filled a cup halfway with coffee, put a little cream in it, some hot chocolate powder, vanilla syrup, and caramel syrup. I stirred it all together and handed it to him to taste after I took a small sip.

"Th-that's not bad. Does- does it have a n-name?" He asked, his jittering seemed to go down a lot. "Not yet." "It's r-really good." He said and I smiled. "Thanks."

Craig walked in as we were talking, and Tweek's stuttering had gone since I gave him that cup of coffee. "Hey Tweekers." He greeted him and leaned over the counter and kissed him. "Hey Craig." Craig looked at him with a weird expression and I smirked as he looked at me.

"You work here now?" "Yep." "What did you do to my Tweek?" He asked. "I gave him a magic potion. How do you feel, Tweek?" I asked. "I feel fine." He smiled. "Lovely." I smiled proudly and looked at Craig.

"But... Why isn't he all twitchy and stuttery?" Craig asked. "Cos he isn't?" I asked in confusion. "What's the problem? I thought everyone hated my jitters and twitching and stuttering?" Tweek said. "But I love your jitters and twitching and stuttering! I think it's adorable." Craig said and I let out an audible aw.

"I can deal with it for now, but if you start cheating on me with Kenny's girl, we are going to have some problems. All four of us." He said and I saluted Craig.

I like that name. Kenny's girl...