Chapter Four: Newton's Third Law

Author: AYAotD

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Newton's third law of motion; a moving object will continue to move unless acted upon by an outside force.

In this case the moving object was a rather distracted Tweek, coffee latte in one hand and a glazed look in his eyes, paying absolutely no mind to where he was going.

The outside force were two boys a couple of years his seniors, headed in the opposite direction and paying about as much attention to their path as Tweek himself.

It only stood to reason that they collided. Tweek hit the ground with a shriek, his coffee slipping from his grasp and spilling in a dark steaming puddle all over the concrete. The two boys, sturdier built and taller, simply stumbled back a bit, confused.

"Hey dude, watch where you're going." The huskier of the two said, though his voice held no malice, only bored amusement. Tweek started slightly at being addressed and only just caught his yelp in time. It ended up a strangled gagging noise. The accusation, while not a serious one, still made Tweek bristle slightly.

"Ahg! Y-You were the one who walked into me." He squeaked out, his voice tight. The husky-guy raised an eyebrow.

"That's not the way we see it." He said as his companion, a clean cut, tall African-American, rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. The husky guy took a step toward Tweek, who squeaked again and backed up, his jeans making a rough scraping noise against the sidewalk. The guy looked him up and down. Tweek took a deep breath, feeling heat rise to his cheeks at the scrutiny. "Who dressed you, a blind guy?" Husky-guy added snidely, his gaze lingering on the miss-buttoned buttons on the blonde's jacket. Tweek's face flushed brilliantly in embarrassment.

"Leave the kid alone, Clyde." The black guy said, elbowing his companion in the arm. Tweek made a slight noise of protest at the 'kid' comment, but remained otherwise silent. The two in front of him didn't seem to notice.

"Lighten up, dude, I was just picking." Husky-guy-Clyde- complained with a pout as the black guy held out a hand to Tweek.

"Hey sorry about him." He said kindly to the twitchy blond now staring at his hand like it was about to bite him. "He's an asshole." He laughed at the indignant 'hey!' from his friend. "It was our fault. We were probably taking up the whole sidewalk or something, and not looking where we were going."

Tweek blinked. This guy didn't seem so bad. At least he wasn't teasing him like his friend. He took a deep breath and, in a moment of courage (who knew where that guy's hands had been?) accepted the offer of help and allowed himself to be pulled back up to his feet.

"Ahg! N-no, it's my fault." He conceded "I wasn't looking where I was going anyway!" The guy laughed.

"Let's just say it was no one's fault and cut our losses." He suggested. Tweek gave him a weak smile. "This is Clyde, by the way, and my name's Token." He continued, gesturing first to his friend, who's name Tweek already knew, and then to himself. "I've never seen you in town before. You new?" Tweek nodded.

"Yeah…Ngh! We -my parents and I- just got here today." He said, bending down to pick up his new discarded coffee cup and throw it in a nearby trash can.

"Hey dude, sorry about your coffee." Clyde told him, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets and flashing him an amiable smile. Tweek shrugged indifferently, though he was already making plans to go and get himself some more.

"I can always go and get myself another cup." he said tightly. He didn't really care much for this Craig Guy, though he usually tried not to go by first impressions. He felt his eye twitch randomly a couple of times. The two in front of him glanced at each other.

"You…ok?" Token asked unsurely, giving him an odd look. Tweek blinked.

"Ahg! Yeah." He said, puzzled.

"You sure, kid? Cuse it looks like you've got a bit of a tick…" Tweek's eyes widened in panic.

"WHAT?!" He shrieked. "Like the bug?! Oh sweet Jesus get it off of me!" He began to wildly bat at his clothes and hair while the other two looked on with alarm. "I'm going to get lime disease! I'm going to die a horrible, painful death!" By now he was attracting quite a crowd of curious onlookers and Token and Clyde looked like they were considering calling the police…or the loony bin.

"No, No! I meant like, your eye is twitching!" Token corrected himself, his voice alarmed. Tweek paused.

"Ahg! Well, why didn't you just say so?" he squeaked, embarrassed. "That happens all the t-time."

"……..Oh." Token looked, for the most part, at a loss for words.

"Well, we'll catch you around then, kid." Clyde added as both he and Token edged around him and hurried off. Tweek sighed, translating those words into the way he was sure they had actually been meant.

"We're going to avoid you like a plague, and if we do run into you, we will be stiffly polite and run the other way as soon as possible.

Yeah, Tweek had a slight problem making friends. He weirded most people out with his paranoia and tweaking. It was just something he was used to. He figured he would have more friends if he made it known that his family was, in all actuality, loaded, but most people didn't make the connection between the little twitching weirdo and the infamous Tweak family that had pretty much monopolized the coffee market. He didn't bother to help with the analogy. He just didn't see the point. After all, they would only be tolerating him, not likeing him, right? Or did he just watch to many meaningful cartoons with life lessons hidden not-so-cleverly in the plot line?

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he shuffled down the street, looking for a coffee shop. When he found one, he was kind of amused and slightly sickened to see that it was a branch of Tweak Bros. and that it seemed to be one of the busiest shops in the square.