Didn't complete this either lmao
"Tsk, tsk... " You say to yourself, checking off the members for your club. You helped run a small club at South Park High School, and were currently ordering shirts for everyone. Best part of it? Designing the shirts! You loved creating and designing, so you were in charge of this despite being the historian.
Looking up from your phone, the familiar scent of coffee from the iconic Tweak Bros' establishment. It used to be a lot more humble looking back when you were in elementary school, but it's gone for more of a modern look. It doesn't look bad, but remembering the wooden style it once had couldn't help but make you feel even just a little nostalgic.
Stepping inside the family owned business, the tasty aroma got even stronger, as warm desserts sat in the heater, and fresh coffee was being grinded. You've always enjoyed the cookies from here especially. Mrs. Tweak would bake them, but you wondered if she had created the recipe or if it had been in the family even longer.
Glancing up at the menu, despite already knowing what to order, you make your way to the white counter where Mr. Tweak stands. He naturally has a kind, and inviting face, and the fact that you've been here so many times makes you feel relaxed. Giving a happy grin as he gave you one, you quickly make your order.
"Hi, Mr. Tweak!" You kindly greet, soon noticing a stumbling boy in the kitchen. He soon notices that you're staring at him and quickly distracts himself from you in a hurried mess. Your cheeks warm up a little.
"Why, hello there! Here for the usual?" Mr. Tweak happily asks.
"You know too well. Just an iced coffee and chocolate chip cookie like always... " You finish off, noticing as the boy in the back jumps back after spilling milk over the counter. You flinch as Mr. Tweak follows your gaze to the blond, getting ready to scold him. You quickly put your money on the counter before quickly leaving to your chair, not wanting to see what was happening.
Pulling the chair back, you take a seat and get your phone back out again to go over the shirt orders. Scrolling through the list, you stop over the blond boy's name- "Tweek". You almost forgot he was in your club, he was such a nervous wreck that you felt bad for him.
Looking up from your phone, you look back up at Tweek pulling out a warm cookie in a brown napkin out of the heating rack. You grin at him without noticing only for him to look at you with an embarrassed face. You realize what to accidentally did and look down in a blushing mess.
"U-uh... H-here's your order... " You look back in a quick speed not knowing he was there. Looking at him with big eyes, it takes you a moment to answer and a moment of awkward staring.
"O-oh... Thank you!" You say as he places my iced coffee, and cookie down with shaking hands. He anxiously nods and steps to to turn around, but you want strike up a conversation. "H-hey, you joined my club this year, right?" You ask.
He turns back around. He thinks for a second before speaking up. "Oh! Yeah," He plainly says. "My, uh, my friend told me about you-er your club and once my parents found out, they forced me to join, so I could stop being so nervous and meet new people... " He goes on, slightly teeter tottering on his toes. You lift your coffee up, ready to take a sip.
Wow! His parents forced him to join? That's probably not that easy... "Oh, really? I can only imagine how you feel... Do you actually want to be in the club? I'm not gonna judge or an-"
"YES!" Tweek answers confidently for once. In the process, he makes jump as the iced coffee in your hand spills onto your white blouse. Just my luck...
"Oh no.. " You nochantly say, clearly distraught. You just had to wear white today too...
"O-Oh my gosh! I just ruin everything, don't I?" Tweek says, covering his face in embarrassment.
"No! No, you don't! I-it's not even that bad, don't worry!" You say, trying to reassure him.
"If you insist.. " He says, pulling his hands down and looking at the damage. Almost immediately, he covers his face again. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?" He says loudly. "That's t-terrible! Everyone can see your f-fucking ti-" He stops him very abruptly. You knew Tweek overreacted at lot, but this was very extreme.
Still using one hand to cover his eyes, he grabs your arm with a tight grip. Condused, you resist.
"C-Come on!" He resorts to using both hanfs, and shutting his eyes tightly. "There's p-probably something you can use to clean it or something.. " He tells.
"O-oh OK... " You see what he's getting at. Getting up from your chair, you follow Tweek as he removes one hand from your arm to cover his eyes again. Just how flustered was he...
Trying to ignore the weird stares the public gave you for following a blushing boy into the back of a cafe with a wet shirt revealing your chest.
Tweek swiftly unlocks the door with some keys he had in his apron, and twists the knob to invite you in. Inside is a few conveyer belts, shelves of coffee beans, other ingredients and a few unopened crates. It seems the back is mostly used for storage. He then locks the door, so the customers aren't snooping.
Sitting on one of the crates, you watch as Tweek scrambles for anything to clean your shirt like a cloth. Sighing, you just unbutton your wet blouse, revealing your bra. You pull your shirt off your arms and lay it flat to dry. Surely, there's a uniform of some sort to wear...
"O-ok so I found this and it could probably help with your shir-" Tweek comes up to you with a blow drier, probably belonging to his mom but I don't know why it'd be back here. He drops the blow drier, it landing with a loud thud. Mouth slightly agape with wide eyes and a fully blushed face, Tweek looks up at you. For once, he isn't shaking, and is actually frozen.
Actually forgetting that you took your shirt off with a boy in the room, you flinch. But in all honesty, it isn't that bad, it's just one person-
"W-wha w-what?" Tweek stands in disbelief. He gets closer to you, and touches your face, like if he wasn't sure you were real.
When he is close enough to your face, you warm up. He's so oddly still, it weirds you out a little. "Tweek, you're making me a bi-"
He kisses you.
He holds your head still with both hands and kisses you sloppily. He soon pulls away, hands still cupping your cheeks.
"W-why did you do that!" I ask.
"Wait-This is real?" Tweek asks out of nowhere. Did he really think this was a dream or something? And even if this was a dream, why would he kiss me? Unless...
Tweek likes me.
"Whatever you think this is- like a-a dream or something, it isnt... " I tell him, so he actually realizes it. "You actually kissed me, Tweek. "
Tweek backs up slowly in disbelief. I look at him in worry, but he only backs up further. Eventually he hits the wall, next to another crate. Deciding
