(A/N: Just a short blurb I wrote to get back into it.)

Ding-ding!

Tweek turned as soon as he heard the bell of the coffee shop's door. He saw a familiar face in the doorway.

"Craig! Thank goodness you're here!" Tweek met Craig as he sat down at the counter. "I've been having the WORST day!"

"Me too, Stripe got an eye infection after she fell into the toilet." Craig said. The litte guinea pig crawled out of Craig's sleeve and scooted along the counter upon hearing her name. "I was just taking her to the vet, so I can't stay long. What's up with you?"

"Ohhh! First, I found out that I failed that spelling test because Mr. Garrison said he couldn't read my d-damn handwriting! He said it was too 'jittery'; the hell does that mean?!" Tweek ranted.

"Mm," uttered Craig. "He's an asshole."

"Uh-huh!" Tweek went on. "And then my dad forced me to run the shop by myself because my mom's at the chiropractor, and he's out buying flour! Why the hell would we need flour in a coffee shop?! We buy our baked stuff from the baking companies, we don't m-make it! Then when I asked him, he told me to shut up!"

"Asshole."

Tweek grinned for the first time that day. Craig's complete lack of hesitance to say anything that came to mind was one of the few things he found humorous.

"Oh!" he gasped. "Y-You've been here for two minutes and all I've done is complain! Do you want any coffee?"

"No," Craig replied. "I just stopped by to see you."

"...oh," Tweek said blushingly. "Uhh, so thanks for coming! It f-feels good to vent to somebody, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know. At least both our days got a little better," Craig lifted Stripe and dropped her into his coat. Then he stared at Tweek for a bit and cracked a smile. "You look cute in that apron. And I mean that in the least gay way possible."

Tweek looked down at the deeply stained cloth and twitched. "Th-Thanks?"

Craig's smile got a little wider. "Well, see you later."

"B-Bye..." Tweek got ready for a kiss.

...

But when he heard the bell on the door ring again. Craig had left.

Tweek kicked the counter in frustration.

"JESUS, Craig! It's so obvious that I like you! Why don't you pick up on any of my damn SIGNALS?!"

(A/N: So stupid.

Anyway, you guys should now that I started a South Park ask blog a week or two ago. It's askthemountaintown on tumblr. Between that, my deviantart and school, I'm pretty busy.

But I've got a lot of stories in the works, and they'll be out in due time. So please bear with me.)