My Very Own One-shots Book

Not Your Average Coffee Story: Pete x Tweek

Tweek was working a late night shift at his parents coffee shop when the goth kids came. Well most of them. Michael wasn't there for some strange reason. Tweek walked over to take their order.

"W-what can I get you g-guys?" Asked Tweek a bit nervous.

"Just black coffee," responded Firkle dully.

"Which blend?"

The goth kids look at Tweek like he was crazy. Tweek waited a bit before clearing his throat.

"I guess I'll get whatever," Tweek mumbled walking away.

Tweek felt stupid. The goth sure looked at him like he was. He wasn't even sure why they were here. They never come here well except for Pete.  Tweek wasn't paying attention and ended up making a mess with the coffee. He frowed and looked at the mess. This sucked.

"Hey twitchy where's our coffee?"

"S-sorry Henrietta."

"Just hurry up!"

Tweek quickly cleaned up and brew a new pot. He served them coffee and quickly went to the counter. He over heard them talking.

"We should have gone to our usual place," whispered Henrietta.

"Stupid Michael. He ditch us for a conformist," Firkle mumbled angrily.

"This place is fine you guys," Pete reinsured.

"You are just like Michael and going after a blond conformist," Henrietta said.

"Shut up! That's not why! We couldn't get a ride so this is the best place to go!" Pete shouted.

The other two goths smirked knowingly. Pete rolled his eyes and chugged his coffee. He waved Tweek over. Tweek went over shaking a bit.

"Another coffee for me Tweek."

Tweek nodded and brought him another cup after that there was silence. Around three in the morning Henrietta and Firkle payed their part of the bill and left.

Pete walked over to the counter and sit on a stool. Tweek looked over at him and blushed. He liked Pete. Pete always came in really early. The days Tweek worked they would chat. First it was small talk then eventually the talked about more personal things and Pete shared his poetry. Tweek even stopped stuttering around him.

When Pete was with the goths he acted differently. It was like he was ashamed that he suggested coming here. He acted like associating with someone like Tweek was the worse thing ever. It broke Tweek's heart. He thought they really hit it off. Like he had a chance with the red goth.

Pete was an idiot. He didn't notice the way Tweek's fingers would linger when they touch hands. He didn't notice the small smiles that were reserved for him. He didn't notice the way Tweek's eyes sparkle upon seeing him enter.

"Hey tweek."

"H-hi Pete."

"Your stuttering. Why?"

"N-no reason."

"You sure. You haven't stutter in front of me in a while."

Pete grabbed Tweek's hand. Tweek looked away and snatch his hand back. He went to the kitchen and brewed a some coffee. Pete was confused. He didn't think he passed any boundaries. Yet Tweek acted like he was just touched by a very pervy Kenny. When Tweek brought out his coffee Pete open his mouth to say something but was stopped by a slamming of the bathroom door.

Pete let out a sigh. What's up with Tweek? He went over to bathroom door. He knocked and received no response. Pete waited a few minutes. Tweek thought Pete left from front of the bathroom door and finally let out a few whimpers.