- South Park (2)
“I’m here to get a coffee,” the boy shrugged, taking his hat off and revealing his black hair. He patted the snow off the top of his chullo before placing it back on his head. Craig walked towards the counter and looked up at the blond.
“Dude, it’s nearly midnight! And you don’t drink coffee!” Tweek shrieked, being louder than he meant too. This couldn’t possibly be Craig! The Craig Tucker he knew hated coffee, and had specifically told him that it tastes like shit. This was probably an alien in disguise trying to kidnap him. He was going to die tonight. Right before Christmas, too! He’d never see his family again and—
“Okay, yeah. You’re right.” Craig interrupted his thoughts, his tone never wavering. He didn’t break eye contact with the blond, who’s eyes were still wide. “I’m actually here to pick you up. We’re going to my house.”
“Hey, Tweek?” The taller boy repeated. Tweek turned his head to face his friend beside him, intrigued. Usually the conversation would end with Tweek replying, but now Craig was talking again. “Do you mean it?”
“That you like me too.”
“Yeah,” Tweek whispered, loud enough for the norriete to hear. “Yeah, I do.”