AUTHORS NOTE: Hey Everyone! This is my first South Park fan fiction, so uh... yeah. Hi! I'm usually doing GLEE fan fictions, but I've grown tired of them (I should really get around to finishing the four I have before starting more stories, but oh well), so here I am. I hope you enjoy, and any reviews and thoughts would be much appreciated along the way!

SUMMARY: Craig's been following the same routine his whole life, and he's grown weary of it. With the arrival of a strange new kid named Tweek, he finds his world being thrown completely off track as he tries to get closer to him. Is Tweek the answer to adding some spark to Craig's dull life, or will Craig crack under the now noticeable realizations of how ambitionless and unsure he is of himself while helping to build up Tweek's own confidence, and will he be able to battle his own demons before losing Tweek completely? Creek and heavy doses of K2!

It was a normal day just like any other. I'd wake up, get dressed, give Stripe II some attention, and head off to school for the day. I'd sit through my classes, eat lunch in silence while Clyde and Token chatted at the other end of the table, and sleep until school was finally over and I could go home.

So why didn't it feel like one?

"You're done already?" Mr. Garrison asked from the front of the room. Despite his craziness and countless run-ins with the school board, Garrison had found himself teaching 11th Grade European History at South Park High School.

I nodded. History was my strong point, so it didn't take me more than ten minutes to finish the simple assignment that'd no doubt keep the rest of the class busy for another twenty.

"Take this down to the office," He waved a manilla folder towards me. I stood up and grabbed it, waiting for any final words of knowledge. "The computers are down today so we've got to take attendance the old fashioned way."

I nodded again and began my journey down to the front office, sneaking glances into other classrooms on the way. This place was like a prison that kids voluntarily locked themselves into for seven hours a day, five days a week. I frowned, reached under my chullo hat and scratched behind my ear.

"Well, you've already missed your first four classes for the day, but it's not a problem, you'll get to those tomorrow," I heard Mr. Redfield, the 11th grade Guidance Counselor, reassure over in a nearby room when I stepped into the office.

"O-Okay," an unfamiliar voice squeaked. I furrowed my brows in curiousity. I wasn't used to hearing a new voice, especially in a school where I could probably name everyone on command.

"Can I help you?" Principal Davis asked as she stepped out of her corner office. I nodded, and handed her the manilla folder that I'd been tasked with dropping off. She smiled thankfully and laid it down on the receptionist's desk, who for some reason wasn't in her place.

I turned to leave before she spoke again.

"Mr. Tucker, are you busy?" she questioned as she tucked a stray piece of her dark brown hair behind her ear and adjusted her glasses. I shrugged. "We've just got a new student today, and well, it'd be nice if you could show him to his class. That's if you're not in a hurry to get back, of course."

I laughed inwardly. Me in a hurry to get back to class? Don't get me wrong, I really liked learning about the past, but I didn't exactly enjoy sitting around in a class with 25 other kids who I didn't care for and Mr. Garrison, of all people.

I didn't get to answer before Mr. Redfield ushered out a nervous wreck of a teen from his own office. I lifted a brow in amusement at the sight: Messy blonde hair that stuck up in every direction as if he'd just woken up, tired brown eyes that frantically scanned the room around him, a silver thermos clutched tightly in his hands... his shirt had even been buttoned up haphazardly. This kid was a mess, but a mess that was put together well.

It was the first time I'd ever really been interested in anyone other than my guinea pig.

He stood there, fiddling his fingers nervously as he shifted his weight from side-to-side, glancing from the floor to meet my stare every couple of seconds, as if he were trying to figure out when it was safe to look but he kept getting caught in the act. It made my stomach tingle for some reason.

Principal Davis cleared her throat, grabbing my attention instantly. "So, Mr. Tucker?"

"Yeah," I breathed. "Sure. Come on," I motioned for the thin, golden-haired boy to follow me. He obliged, but not before looking back at Principal Davis to make sure it was okay. I held the heavy wooden door open for him and he gave a meek smile in return as a sort of thanks. We headed down the halls in silence, my hands shoved in my pockets and the other boy's arms wrapped around his own body, clutching himself and his thermos as if it'd help him stop shivering.

Never in my life had I ever wracked my brain for something to say, yet here I found myself leading the new kid to his class, trying to desperately remember normal conversation lines that people used. I was never one for communication.

"So uh, what've you got right now?" I asked uncomfortably. This was probably the first time in weeks that I had tried to start a conversion, and at least days since asking a single question.

He jumped.

"Um... Room 202. Uh, m-math?"

Did I do something wrong?

"Dude... are you alright?"

"What? What! Is-Is something -nngh- wrong with me! Oh God!" He panicked, grabbing at his hair with his free hand. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at him in astonishment, worried.

"Whoa, calm down!" I grabbed his hand and tried to unraveled his fingers from his hair, placing it back down at his side. He instead went to fumble with a button on his shirt. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I DON'T KNOW! You're t-the one who n-noticed something!"

My worried expression faded and a confused one took its place. "Are you always like this?"

"L-like -nngh- what?" he asked as quietly as I figured he possibly could. I raised a brow and just nodded toward him, expecting him to understand what I meant. He did. "Anxiety... a-and a f-few other t-things."

That's one hell of a case of anxiety you've got there, I thought quietly, not wanting to say it out loud in fear of him flipping his shit again. We started walking down the hall once more, with me looking over at him every so often. His body seemed to be constantly humming, like a generator. I cracked a small smile.

We were on the second floor, rounding the corner near the 200's when I decided to ask another question. "What's your name?"

"Tweek." He answered without missing a beat. I pursed my lips.

"Tweak?"

"Tweek. Two e's."

"Fitting. But seriously, what's your name?"

He looked up at me with an estranged expression. "Tweek."

I let out a long breath that I didn't realize I'd been holding ever since he locked eyes with my own. Tweek was a strange name, but then again, he seemed pretty strange himself. Besides, it had a nice ring to it. "I like it."

Color rose to Tweek's face and I couldn't help but grin at the fact I had caused that to happen. We stopped outside of room 202, an orange laminated paper was taped to the door and read 'MRS. ERICKSON SPECIAL EDUCATION.

"Special Education?" My grin turned to a frown as I looked over at Tweek, who seemed unphased. "I think Mr. Redfield might have given you the wrong schedule, we should head back-"

"N-no, this is right," Tweek cut me off as he fumbled with the strap of his messenger bag. I didn't understand. I know it wasn't right of me to ask, but I had to.

"Why?"

He looked at me with expectant eyes, as if he were waiting for me to fill in the obvious blanks. I didn't.

"I-I'm sort of a disturbance, if y-you haven't -nngh- noticed," he mumbled gently. I shook my head in disagreement.

"It's... it's really not that noticeable." I lied, knowing good and well that it was incredibly noticeable and that kids would no doubt find him weird. For some reason though, I didn't. Sure the constant shaking and panicked outbursts were distracting, but I kind of found it interesting. It was different. Sometimes I liked different. "Even if it were, it's a special education class. I don't mean to be rude, but you seem like you can handle a lot more coursework than finger painting."

I don't know where the sudden ounce of care came from, and it alarmed me. It seemed to alarm Tweek as well, but not in the same sense.

"It's not j-just finger p-painting!" Tweek spouted angrily. I instantly regret what I'd said. "You learn the -nngh- same stuff as a-any other class, it's just taught more s-slowly!"

"I didn't mean it like that... I'm sorry," I apologized for what had to be the first time in my life, or at least the first time I genuinely meant it. "It's just that, there's nothing wrong with you. You're just sort of... uh, jumpy, right? That's all?" I was walking on eggshells, choosing my words carefully.

Tweek's brows unclenched and he relaxed his shoulders. "Y-yeah, but they don't w-want me bothering other s-students. It's not so bad, i-it's less stress which h-helps -nngh- me, especially with m-math. I have normal c-classes besides t-this one. They think it'll be g-good putting me in them," He gave his thermos a shake. "Ahh! I need more coffee!"

Once more, I was staring at Tweek with a look of astonishment, but this time I was wearing a faint grin. I wiped it off of my face once I took notice. Why was he so amusing to me? "Well that's good."

"N-no! Nothing good about not having c-coffee! It keeps me calm!" He misunderstood.

We might need to set up an IV, then.

"Hello, you must be Tweek!" Mrs. Erickson popped her head out from her classroom. Tweek nodded and was waved inside, leaving me with my hands stuffed in my pockets. Mrs. Erickson smiled at me before shutting the door without another word. I huffed, gave her the middle finger through the door, and began wandering off back to my history class.

"Took you long enough!" Mr. Garrison complained as I rejoined the rest of the class. I rolled my eyes and took my seat, stuffing my things into my backpack. The bell was set to ring in a few minutes, and I didn't want to waste a single second longer than I had to in that room. "Alright class, tonight I just want you guys to go over chapter 14 in your textbooks, and don't forget to watch that new episode of Jersey Shore! There'll be a quiz."

The class groaned, and so did I.

I found myself oddly awake and alert during my last class, half expecting for Tweek to come barging in through the doors with a slip of paper that said he was new and couldn't find the room. That wasn't the case though, so I ended up wasting 50 perfectly good minutes for napping.

Even once school was out, I hovered around the courtyard, waiting for the twitchy new kid to walk out the front doors of the main building. Again, time was wasted, and I scolded myself for actually even doing something as stupid as waiting for someone I didn't know. Even if he did show up, what would happen? Would I say anything?

I'm never unphased when something happens, so I didn't understand why I was suddenly interested in this new kid. It was like him showing up out of nowhere shattered my normal routine of life, and I had to figure out how to get it back in order... but did I really want to do that?