Help Wanted :Creek: Chapter 2

It had been exactly one week since Craig had applied to Harbucks. And in exactly ten minutes, he was supposed to punch in for his first shift with Tweek.
Mr. and Mrs. Tweak had decided to hire the noirette boy due to the advantage of his past experience working in different coffee shops; and because no one else had really applied for the position.
The schedules had been slightly altered: Dylan, Mr. Tweak and Mrs. Tweek worked morning shift and Craig and Tweek now covered the evening shift (Mr. Tweak thought it best to give the two teen boys the easier of the two shifts).
Craig had already been in for half of the morning shift, getting a quick tutorial from Mr. Tweak about the way things worked, where everything was, how to make certain beverages...etc...
Tweek was a nervous wreck, as per usual, but even more so today. Was Craig going to get irritated with him? Would he yell at him? Would he tell the customers that Tweek spat in their coffee?!
"NAH!" Tweek's hands flew to his scalp as his fingers roughly engulfed his blond hair.
Suddenly the spastic boy heard the door open, signaled by the tinkle of the little bell that hung above the doorframe.
"Jesus." He whispered to himself, as he expected Craig to come sauntering behind the counter but instead he saw Lola standing in front of him. She raised an eyebrow at the odd ball of a teen. He must have looked pretty bizarre, standing perfectly still, whispering to himself with his eyes closed.
Relived that it wasn't the brooding noirette, Tweek tried his best at giving the female a smile.
"What can I get for you?" he asked in a weird tone.
He was thankful for the order of a caramel cappuccino, something to take his buzzing brain off his new co-worker.
"Er, there you go, have a nice day." Creek stifled a twitch as he handed the sandy-brown-haired girl her order.
Lola thanked him as she took her drink and walked out the door, making the bell omit its silvery chime. Tweek never liked that bell; he would often have nightmares where that same bell would come to life at night and flush him down the toilet.
Too much coffee does strange things to people.
Tweek shuddered as he turned on his heel to go the storage closet when he bumped his nose into something. He took a step back and looked up; right into the steel gray eyes of Craig.
Needless to say, Tweek almost had a heart attack.
"OH JESUS MAN!" Tweek screeched as he stumbled backward, his hand tearing at the strings on his apron.
How did he get in the store without Tweek noticing? Tweek noticed everything. He could hear a moth fart from across the room and could count the hairs on a mosquito's butt. How did he not notice Craig slip in? He must have walked in right as Lola was walking out.
Tweek forced himself to calm down and stop hyper-ventilating.
"O-oh, hi...Craig." The much smaller blond bashfully greeted, almost afraid to look in to the much taller boy's eyes. For some reason he always pictured lasers shooting from them...
"Hey." Craig answered dully as he took his gaze off Tweek and walked towards the entrance, where he removed his hat and exchanged it for a cream-colored Harbucks apron.
Tweek couldn't help but notice how different he looked without his blue chullo...and wearing an apron no less.
He almost looked... nice.
Tweek found himself staring at Craig for God knows how long before the noirette started walking towards him.
Tweek snapped his attention to another customer who was walking up to the counter.
Tweek straightened his posture and tried his best not to stutter or twitch; he wanted to show Craig that he could be normal.
"How may I help you today...sir?" The words tumbled awkwardly out of his small mouth. He could have done better without feeling Craig's eyes on his back.
"Yeah, I'll take a short black coffee...mkay...and a chocolate scone, mkay."
Tweek glanced over his thin shoulder and saw that Craig was already getting the coffee.
While Tweek rang up the order, Craig wrapped up the scone and neatly set it in a paper bag, placing that and the short black coffee on the counter much faster than Tweek had expected he could.
"Thanks a lot...mkay." The large-headed fellow grabbed his pastry and coffee and headed out the door; leaving the two teens by themselves; Tweek standing frozen by the cash register and Craig leaning on the counter next to him.
Even though Tweek's hazel eyes were aimed at the floor, he could feel Craig staring at him; scrutinizing him.
Tweek hated it when people stared at him or even looked at him, it was too much pressure! Feeling like a fish in a bowl, Tweek started to twitch and make distressed little noises in his throat, then tugging at his disheveled hair.
"You still do that?" Craig's curious voice shattered the awkward silence.
"Nghn, do what?" Tweek asked, looking up at Craig timidly, pulling on a jagged lock of hair.
"That. You know, pulling your hair, twitching, muttering things that aren't really words."
Tweek didn't really know how to respond. For some reason his cheeks heated up just by having the noirette stare at his face for so long.
"I-I guess so." He muttered as he looked back down at the cash register.
Craig didn't say anything more after that, he just helped Tweek whenever a customer came in and wiped off a table when someone left a mess.
Tweek kept his eyes low for the rest of the shift, he didn't know why, but he didn't like the feeling of looking straight into Craig's expressionless eyes, and he really didn't like the feeling of blushing either.