A/n: Ah, I actually really like this one. So, I hope you all do too! Tweek is such a precious child. *cough*That should've had more screen time last season*cough*.

An Eric Cartman oneshot will come right after this one!

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"W-Will you... O-Oh Jesus... Never mind! I-I-I'm sorry, (F/n)! ACK!"

Tweek Tweak, a freckled blond in my grade, turned away from my desk and bolted out the classroom without letting me say a word, Clyde, Token, and Craig right on his trail. I sat there bewildered at what happened along with everyone else who was in the room... this was the third time he has done that to me.

"Eh? Tweek needs to stop being a wuss," Bebe muttered in front of me, an unamused expression on her pale face.

I averted my gaze away from the door and towards the blonde. "What do you think he was going to ask me?" I asked her. She only shrugged her shoulders. I frowned at her reply and adjusted myself in my desk so I was facing forward.

I moved into South Park only a couple of months ago because of my mother's sudden job change. I was ok with it, despite missing a few friends back home. What I didn't expect when I came to school was to become instantly popular. I wasn't one to see myself as particular hot or sexy but apparently that changed when I transferred into South Park High. I'm only guessing I have gained the attention of many boys was because of the fact I was new and someone that no one here has dated yet.

I haven't said yes to any boy yet, though.

Only a minute after, Lola entered the classroom and took the seat to the right of me. "Hey, Lola, your boy was just here a moment ago," Bebe told her. Lola's eyes widened at this realization and whipped her head towards the door. "He's probably already in his class, there's no point of going after him, dummy."

A look of disappointment crossed her face as she settled in her desk. "Well dang. What did he come in here for?" she asked the two of us.

Bebe and I exchanged glances. "It was nothing. I think he wanted to ask someone for notes but then he left," Bebe answered her. I gave her an odd look, but she didn't seem to notice it. Why not tell her that he was trying to talk to me? It's not like he'd be unfaithful to her.

"Oh ok," was Lola's reply before turning away to get her things ready for today's class.

I laid my chin into the palm of my hand as I pondered why this always seems to happen... Lola and Tweek are dating, and I doubt Tweek was the kind of guy to make a move on someone while he's in a relationship, so why does Bebe have the need to always cover up what is really going on?

The day continued on as usual; classes were boring, I had my lunch with the girls, I kicked ass in P.E., and I arrived to (fav club) after school. That had been my routine ever since I started coming here... while not on my very first day...

~A couple days later~

My club happened to cancel its meeting today, so that leaves me with some free time before I go home. I left the school grounds to see what I could do to pass some time. In the distance, I could hear the school's football team in practice. The cheers of the cheerleaders and the grunts of the boys working hard was audible even to where I was standing. I shook my head at my thought. Nah, I don't want to watch them. Besides, I might run into Kenny McCormick. That guy sure doesn't know how to keep it in his pants.

I turned my heel away from the direction to the football field and walked. I wandered into town to see if there was something that might interest me. I paused for a moment and noticed the coffee shop I had been in only once before.

I entered the building and let the aroma of freshly brewed coffee warm my whole body. I grinned at the sensation and stepped over to the line. At the cash register, I spot a familiar boy, the very boy that seem to be flustered around me... Funny, he wasn't like that when I first met him.

Finally at the front of the line, I bared a smile at the blond, in which he stared back at me in shock. "Hi, Tweek," I greeted him warmly, hoping that I could get him to calm down a bit.

"H-Hey, (F/n). W-What would you like?" he asked me like any good barista would.

I glimpsed up at the menu that hung above us. I hummed as I pondered about which to get. "What would you recommend?" I questioned, looking back at him.

He flinched at my sudden question and looked to be deep in thought. "GAH. Well, we just started making tiramisu lattes for a temporary time... a lot of p-people like white chocolate mochas, though..."

"But what do you like the best?" I pressed on.

His electric green eyes met my (e/c) orbs, as if he didn't believe what I just asked him. I only gave him a smile, patiently waiting for his reply. "Mmm, well, I-I really like the (f/c/d)," he finally responded with an unsure tone. (A/n: This means 'favorite coffee drink')

"Alright, then I'll have a tall (f/c/d)," I decided while taking out my wallet from my (f/c) bag. "How much is it?"

"It'll be $3.00," he murmured out sheepishly. Confused, I looked up at the menu and realized that he was 75 cents off. As I was about to correct him on his mistake, he piped up first. "I-It's ok. I didn't make a mistake."

I blinked, now remembering the first time I came into Tweek Bros Coffee.

~Flashback~

Ding!

I cautiously opened the door of the quaint coffee shop I've had an eye on ever since I saw it the day my family and I moved into South Park. It was now after school of my first day and, damn, was it hectic. Surely, a cup of coffee will make me feel better after everything that happened.

I got into the long line and patiently waited. Once making it to the front, a cute blond boy was at the cashier, he looked like someone I saw before. He was in a couple of my classes in school, wasn't he?

He shot me a nervous smile. "Hello and welcome to T-Tweek Bros. What would you like t-to get?" he asked me very professionally despite his shaky voice. I stood there, my mind blank, as I stared at the boy. He was taller than me in height, he had a wild, blond locks, freckles dotted across his face, and the most brilliant, bright green eyes. Wow, he's really attractive. "GAH. Excuse me?..."

I snapped away from my thoughts with a blush. "S-Sorry, but you're from South Park High, right?"

He nodded his head. "I-I am... And you're new?"

"Yeah," I muttered. Over the counter, I held out my hand to him. "I'm (F/n) (L/n)! I was from (h/t)." (A/n: Hometown)

Fortunately, he grabbed my hand in his. "Tweek Tweak." At his mere touch, I felt a jolt surge up my hand.

"Tweek Tweak?" I questioned him, trying to suppress a chuckle. "Your name sounds like one of those pokemon who always says their name as their call..." I winced at my comment, now realizing what I just said. "I'm sorry, that was mean. I didn't mean to be rude!"

The blond barista smiled, it was subtle but it was definitely a smile. "N-No, it's ok. That's a n-new one."

I blushed furiously. "Jeez, oh my god. Great first impression, right?" I uneasily joked to him, giving myself a facepalm. "Insulting you was the last thing I wanted to do."

"ACK. Seriously, you're f-fine," Tweek chuckled. He rubbed the back of his neck. I don't know why, but he looked very cute doing it. "Umm, I hate to m-mention this b-but you're holding up the line."

I craned my head behind and saw a string of unpleased people who stared at me with evident dislike. I froze as I looked back at Tweek. "Oh. This isn't really helping, huh?" I glanced up at the menu above me and spotted something that interested me. "Ooh, I'll have a tall (f/c/d), please!"

Tweek nodded in understanding as he typed into the cash register. Once looking at the price that popped up on the screen, I took out the exact change to give it to him, $3.75. I held out the money towards me. He then just took the three dollars and placed them into the register. Before I could give him the three quarters in my palm, he closed the money compartment. "Your c-coffee will be out shortly, (F-F/n)," he told me. I glanced at him and back at my coins, utterly confused on what just happened. "It's the New-in-Town discount. That's a thing we do here."

I raised a brow at this information. "Seriously?" I uttered. He nodded again. "Oh, thanks." I stepped out of line so Tweek could get more customers' orders. I smiled at the blond.

He was the first person to show me genuine kindness in South Park.

~End of flashback~

"I'm not that new in town, Tweek," I pointed out with a smirk. "Is there another discount I don't know about you have here at Tweek Bros?"

Tweek shifted his gaze down, while rubbing the back of his neck in a shy manner. How cute! "It's the Tweek discount." I tilted my head in confusion. "It's the d-discount I give to people... that... I-I like."

My heart skipped a beat... Surely, he means friends or something? I can't think too much into it... Besides, he's with Lola, right? "Thanks, Tweek. I wish I can give you something in return," I replied.

Tweek's eyes scanned the café, which was pretty much deserted today. "W-Well, once I make your d-drink... m-maybe we can..." He was completely red in the face and his whole body was trembling. This is just like those times he had tried to approach me in school... Do I make him nervous for some reason? "N-Never mind. It's nothing."

I pouted slightly at his answer. "Tweek, you can tell me." I glanced behind me; no one in sight. "At least I'm not holding up a line this time."

Tweek actually chuckled at that, making my heart skip a beat. "I-I was wondering if we can j-just hang out... It's ok if you don't want to! O-Or that if you have to go home after th-this."

"No," I quickly said, stopping him from his babbling. "We can totally hang out. My club meeting was canceled and I came here to kill some time."

Tweek gave me a smile and went to make my drink. I stood along the side at the counter where you would usually receive your drink. Once he was done, Tweek handed me drink and took off his Tweek Bros apron. He then led me to a vacant table nearby the window. I took a cautious sip of my drink and I hummed in delight. "I-Is it good? ACK," he asked me in a hopeful tone.

"It is," I replied with a smile. "Thank you so much." I took another sip and let the hot liquid warm my body. A question immediately popped into my mind, as now I had the chance to ask. "Hey Tweek, I have a question to ask you."

"AGH, th-that's so much p-pressure," the blond squeaked out, shaking more than usual. He closed his eyes for a second and gulped. "B-But ask away."

"You see, you've come up to me a couple times in school asking me about something. You never seem to get the question out though before walking away," I told him while carefully watching his face. "I want to know what you were going to ask me all those times. You can ask me anything, you know." He hung his head down and shook it. "Is it something embarrassing?"

"Y-You can say that," he mumbled out.

"I won't laugh or anything, Tweek. We're friends, right?" I reached out and rested my hand on his. Instantly, I felt that very exact jolt I felt when we had shaken hands the first time we met. Although I thought he was going to pull away, he let my hand stay on top of his.

"I-I'm just afraid on what you're going to say..."

My heart suddenly ached for him. "Tweek."

He brought his head up and we made eye contact. "(F/n)... I-I really like you. And all those times I have come up to you was to finally confess and ask you on a date... I-I j-j-just thought you were really cute when we first m-met here." His face was absolutely crimson as he finished his confession.

I quickly took my hand back from his. This caused a look of pain to cross Tweek's face as I did so, which made me feel horrible to the core. "But, what about Lola?" I asked him.

His expression contorted to a look of confusion. "W-What about Lola?"

"Well, aren't you two?--"

Ding!

"Tweeky!" a high pitched voice rang out through the café, catching both of our attentions. "(F/n)? What are you doing here?" The woman of the hour strolled over to our table, towering over us.

"Oh, ah, my club meeting was canceled and I wanted some coffee before I go home," I rapidly sputtered out while standing out of my chair. "I-I better get home."

Tweek got out of his chair as well. "(F/n), wait."

I looked at the two of them and felt a lump in my throat. I can't deal with this right now. "I-I'll see you guys tomorrow, ok?"

I zoomed past them and left Tweek Bros behind... along with my heart.

~The next day~

I sat in my desk solemnly as I replayed the events of yesterday. How could I even face Lola now? All I could think easily Tweek was willing to cheat on her... and I might've been ok with it. It wasn't until now I realized that I actually really like that jittery blond, I probably have ever since we met at Tweek Bros. I buried my head into my hands as I tried to desperately push away my thoughts and feelings... but it was impossible.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" I picked my head up and saw Bebe taking her usual seat in front of me. Her face was evident with concern for me, which I appreciated.

"Something happened yesterday," I mumbled out.

"What something?" she pressed on.

"Tweek... confessed to me," I admitted to her in a whisper. My heart started to beat rapidly once saying it aloud, like as if to confirm yesterday really did happen and Tweek did confess his feelings.

What was unexpected was the sheer joy that appeared on Bebe's face. "That's great!"

I gawked at her incredulously. "Are you serious?! How on earth is that great?!"

It was her turn to be confused. "What? I thought you and Tweek would be cute together. Does that mean you turned him down?"

"Bebe! What about Lola?!" I practically shrieked at her.

"Oh man, (F/n). Fuck Lola. Don't let her feelings get in the way of what you want," she told me.

"I can't let his boyfriend cheat on her with me!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Bebe burst out laughing. "Boyfriend? Honey, Tweek and Lola are not dating. Tweek is very single! She wishes they were dating. Where did you hear that bullshit?"

"F-From Lola..." I remember the day clearly. It had been a week since my first day at South Park High. Lola had approached me at my locker in the morning one day and told me upfront how Tweek was hers and that they're together... "She lied to me?!"

Bebe stifled another boisterous laugh. "Lola's a bitch like that, (F/n). She probably found out that Tweek liked you and so she told you that so you could back off... it worked wonders, it seems." My cheeks were unbelievably warm at the information I was now getting.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" I uttered.

She raised a brow at me. "(F/n), I thought you were smarter than that? Have you ever seen them together in school? Plus, Tweek makes it his mission to avoid Lola at all costs because of her obsessive crush on him! Well, except for when he's at work, then he can't really escape." She let out a sigh. "Can you please go find Tweek, then? I would love to see Lola be put in her place. She needs to realize that Tweek is never going to be interested in her."

Determination filled my veins. I gave Bebe a nod as I leapt out of my desk and rushed out the classroom. It didn't take me too long to find Tweek who was with Craig at his locker... and with Lola. "Bitch, leave us alone. How many fucking times do we need to tell you that Tweek is not fucking interesting in your ugly ass?" the chullo hatted boy spat at her. Even though I wasn't receiving the insult, I flinched. I approached the group of three, in which all eyes were now focused on me. "And you!" Craig took a step towards me with an intimidating feel in the air around him.

"GAH. Craig, no!" Tweek burst out, grabbing his friend's arm.

"But, dude, she broke your heart," the raven-haired boy snarled.

"I-I didn't mean to!" I piped up. I glared over at Lola. "She told me that you two were dating."

The girl gasped at my accusation. "I called dibs, (F/n)! Back off!"

"Y-You can't call dibs on me!" Tweek snapped at her. "I don't like you, Lola. I like (F/n)."

She looked pretty disheartened at Tweek's words that I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. But that itself changed when her mood seemed to make a 180 degree as rage crossed her face. "Fine then!" She pointed right at me, then Craig, and lastly Tweek. "You're a bitch. You're an asshole. And you can stick it up your ass!"

I'm sure she was going to go on a whole, pointless speech if it wasn't for the interruption. "Hey! What are you four doing?" a teacher called out to us. "Do you not know you're late?" I took in my surroundings and noticed that we were the only ones in the hallway. "And what's the meaning of this fighting?! Detention for all four of you!"

"Wait, I can't be in detention today. Cheerleading has a competition right after school," Lola burst out an excuse. I gawked at the brunette girl in bewilderment. Seriously? If she thinks that's going to work then-

"Fine, but detention tomorrow," the teacher grumbled. He took out a detention slips from the pockets of his pants and gave it to each of us. "Now, all of you go to class or you'll get another slip!"

He didn't have to tell us twice as we all bolted to our classrooms.

~At Detention~

"Ok troublemakers. You'll be here for a couple hours. Don't do anything idiotic while I go out." Those were the words the teacher had said before leaving the room where detention was held. I can not believe how fast this whole process had been. It was like a snap of fingers and I was suddenly here. And that Lola bitch actually managed not to be here today.

At least I get to sit next to Tweek, so I could talk to him but in the past minute or so, he keeps mumbling about how his parents are going to kill him for getting himself in detention. "Dude, it's alright. You practically do nothing here," Craig muttered at the other side of him, his feet up on the desk.

"This is my fault," I breathed out.

"N-No, it's my fault," Tweek interjected, looking at me.

"It's all our fucking faults. End of story," Craig butted in.

Tweek and I sighed at the same time over Craig's indifferent attitude. Under the table, I grabbed onto the blond's hand. "I really am sorry. I should have talked it out with you before making things so dramatic."

I felt him intertwine his fingers with mine. My heart beat loudly in my chest as the warmth from his fingertips filled me. "You d-didn't know, (F/n)."

"Well, if you haven't figured yet, I like you, too, Tweek," I told him with a gentle squeeze of his hand. A pinkish tint grazed his cheeks at my words.

And so, for the rest of detention, Tweek and I sat there in peaceful silence, enjoying each other's company with our fingers laced together.