Twitching.

Ben's hand is constantly twitching, it was becoming rather aggravating seeing how he was in the middle of class. Well, more distracting than aggravating, as he stared at the palm of his right hand, he watched as his hand gave a slightly violent twitch and then go limp. Breathing out heavily, Ben looked back up at the teacher and furrowed his brow when his hand twitched once more. Every other second it was doing this. It wasn't right, truth be told, he was feeling rather nervous about it.

Looking around nervously, Ben felt his collar dig a bit uncomfortably into his neck, breathing heavily, the boy licked his lips nervously.

"I have to say, I am very disappointed you guys," The teacher started making everyone looked up and quiet down, "Most of you did poorly on our last test... Only one of you got an A. Congrats Ben, you got a ninety percent." The teacher smiled as she handed him his test back. Two things happened at once, all the students turned to glare at him and his heart plummeted into the pit of his stomach.

'A ninety? Oh, my dad is going to have my hide for sure!' He thought panic stricken, his hand still twitching violently, bringing both hands up to his face, Ben shuddered out a small breath, this was the last thing he needed right now. Slowly bringing his hands down, he realized the students were still all glaring at him. Saying nothing, he just shook his head and stood up from his seat.

"May I go to the restroom?" He asked the teacher, she gave him a dismissive nod as she handed out the rest of the tests to the students around. Not waiting another second, Ben strutted out of the room, leaving his test on his desk. Putting both hands into his jean pockets, Ben bit down on his lip and stared down at the ground. He started to stagger towards the wall until he realized that he had stopped walking and was pressed up against the brick wall.

'I'm so stupid! I might as well of failed that test. I don't want to...I can't do anything right...' Breathing heavily Ben pressed his head against the cold brick wall and shut his eyes. He then took both of his hands and started to light rub his twitching hand.

"Hm? Ben? Right?"

A familiar high pitched nasally voice came from around the corner, turning around, Ben saw a familiar student walking up to him. A bright smile on this kid's face. At first it took Ben a moment to actually recognize him, then he remembered this was Tyler!

"Tyler?" Ben asked once the taller student was close enough. If it was possible the kid was smiling even brighter than before.

"Hey, you remembered my actual name, but, just call me Twigleg, everyone does...Are you alright?" Twigleg asked, tilting his head to the side. Ben quickly gave a fake nod and just pretended to shrug it off.

"It's fine really, I'm just having a bit of a rough day." Ben lied with a heavy sigh. Twigleg responded to the lie with a purse of the lips. Then, almost as if a light came over his head, the teen smiled again as he thought of an idea.

"Hey, I was thinking, lunch is after this class, so, how about you come and sit with me and my brothers? I mean, from what I've seen you seem to sit alone all the time," Twigleg smiled happily, Ben on the other hand was not smiling, if anything he seemed suspicious. Sensing that his idea wasn't so welcoming to the smaller boy, Twigleg bit down on his lower lip. "Well, I mean, you don't have to, it was just really a suggestion, you just looked lonely. Me and my brothers sit around table seven." Twigleg finished.

"Uh...I'll think about it, I really need to," Ben paused briefly to walk around the taller student, keeping his eyes on Twigleg as he started to back towards his class room. "Need back to class." He continued with a small wave goodbye, he turned around and started back to his class.

"Ok...OH! You can't miss us! We have all have crazy hair!" Twigleg yelled after Ben.

Taking in a deep breath, Ben walked back to class, once inside, he ignored his fellow peer's glares and sat down at his desk. Looking back down at his disappointing test, Ben could only pick it up and stuff it in his bag. The teacher was droning on about the newest subject, he wasn't listening though, he couldn't bring himself to listen.

Soon the bell for lunch rang, Ben was the first to get up and rush out.

Sighing out, Ben walked into the cafeteria only to pause and look around. Counting down the tables, he found table seven, and he had to say, Twigleg was right, you really couldn't miss it, they all had wacky hair colors. Holding his breath, Ben gulped and started to shakily walk towards the table. Who knows maybe these guys might just be his first real friends. As he got closer, he counted all of the brother's he could see, not counting Twigleg, he counted three.

Before he knew it, he was shaking with both anticipation and anxiety, biting down on his lips he got close enough to where Twigleg could see him. The moment he was spotted by the redhead, he was met with a bright smile. The taller student practically jumped out of his seat and ran up to Ben.

"I knew you would come! Come on! I wanna show you my brothers!" Twigleg said excitedly as he proceeded to drag Ben towards the table.

"Heh." Was all that could leave Ben's mouth as he was tugged at the table. Then he was pushed down by the shoulders, all eyes on him, Ben did his best to smile genuinely at the people staring at him.

"Twiggy? Who is this? He seems rather...young?" The first brother asked.

He, like Twigleg, was pretty tall, but that's where the similarities end. This guy's hair was a deep blue color and slicked back into a ponytail, his eyes, where also blue not as blue as his hair, but still a nice color. His nose as pretty small as well and his build wasn't as lanky as Twiglegs.

"Oh, Ben, Walter, also known as Watereyes! He's just a grade below myself, I'm a bit surprised you two don't know each other." Twigleg introduced the two, Shakily, Ben shook hands with Watereyes, he was met with a rather tight grip in return.

"Oh right. I've heard of you." Watereyes responded rather coldly to Ben, all the boy could do was just nod.

"Ben, these two across from us are the twins, The one with green hair is Stanly, also known as Stemarms, and the one with pink hair is Peter also called Petalears. They're in the sixth grade," Twigleg finished, putting a hand on Ben's back, causing the black haired boy to flinch a bit. "Know, I know what you must be thinking, what strange names these people have. Well, let me just say, we didn't pick them. Our father has a...Thing with calling all of his children strange names." The eight grader tried to explain, it was still rather odd.

Stemarms and Petalears both just looked at each other and then back to Ben, He had to admit, they looked almost identical if it wasn't for the hair color. Both had round pale green eyes and roundish noses, not at all like Twigleg's long nose. They weren't tall, but, they weren't short either, obviously still going through the first stages of puberty. Something Ben still knows little about.

"...All of his children?" Was all Ben could say, that made Twigleg smile even brighter.

"Yes, I have twelve siblings."

If Ben would of done a spit take if he had a drink with him. All he could do was just stutter,

"T-Tweleve...Well..."

Watereyes gave out a bitter scoff and just crossed his eyes, feeling unwelcomed, Ben shifted a bit in his seat next to Twigleg, he would of gotten up, but the older student still had his hand on Ben's back.

"Oh look, the lines have simmered down, C'mon Ben, let's go and get some food." Twigleg happily clapped, he was obviously feeling the tension coming from the table as he started to drag Ben towards the food line. Once far away from the table, Twigleg spoke with a sincere voice. "Hey, Don't take Watereyes too personally, he just...he's difficult..."

"It's fine, I've met with worse." Ben said as he gave it a simple shrug off. Twigleg didn't seem so impressed, but, he didn't really bug on it either.

As they stood in line to get their food, Ben felt a strange sensation. He never felt this way before, looking over at Twigleg, who smiled at him in return, Ben realized that maybe he was feeling the start of something he never really felt before now. Something that felt genuine and not at all forced by some project.

Friendship.