Summary: Clyde introduces Tweek to his friends and Tweek gets into a fight...


Beginning Notes:

WARNING: Violence, Fighting, Bullying, Not Very Cartman Friendly (but only for this chapter probably)


His hands were shaking as he struggled with the gel again. They say insanity is doing the same things over and over again and expecting the same results, he guessed he was insane. The gel shined in his hair and clumped hucks of his hair together. He took his comb and brushed it through his hair. Once again, he didn't know why he was making such an effort to look presentable that day. It was only his first day at a new school, it wasn't like he was actually going to enjoy it.

He hadn't left the Donavan's house at all since he had first arrived there. Clyde had tried to get him to come with him to see some of his friends but he insisted on staying in the house. He told Clyde he wanted to do some work on decorating his room and thankfully for him, Clyde wasn't a persistent person. So he wasn't lying, he did do some decorating for in his room and decided that when (and if) he did go out somewhere then he would buy some things.

He really liked Clyde and was yet so confused by him. For one, Clyde insisted on calling him his brother even though they had only known each other for 3 days. It was nice that Clyde seemed to really like him but he just wasn't used to so much affection. Clyde was extremely goofy and oddly emotional and was always on some kind of high (he really hoped it wasn't because of drugs). He liked hugs and made up a handshake for them to do every time they saw each other. He had never had a handshake with anyone before and was a little wary of it. He had to smack his hand against Clyde's and was very aware of the germs that were transferring between their hands. Still, it made his brother happy and he didn't want to give Clyde any reason for him to hate him.

As for Roger and Betsy, he didn't see much of them. Clyde told him that his parents were rarely ever home and that it would be nice to finally have someone to hang out with at home. He didn't like the idea of being left home without any adults. He asked Clyde what they had planned to do if a robber broke in or if there was a fire and Clyde's answer worried him. Clyde told him that if there was a robber he would call the police and if there was a fire he would call the ambulance, like a quote-on-quote normal person. He asked he want would happen if the robber had a gun and he couldn't get away from him fast enough or if the fire trapped him inside the house and Clyde told him not to worry so much. God, how he hated when people told him to do that.

He dropped the subject but couldn't stop thinking about a masked robber or a stove that caught on fire in his mind. He couldn't stop himself from twitching or tugging on his hair and couldn't stop the outburst of screams that escaped his mouth. They had been sitting on the couch together as Clyde played a game that consisted of people shooting each other and stealing each other's cars which only worsened his nerves. Clyde had been caught up playing and didn't notice his internal downward spiral until after he had been shot.

"Dude are you okay?" Clyde asked him, putting his arm around him.

"Aren't you w-worried about-GAH-d-dying?" Tweek asked him frantically.

"No ones going to die man." Clyde assured him. "I mean crap like that happens all the time around here but no one's died. Well except for that Pip kid but he had it coming, he was annoying as shit…"

"N-not-NAH-h-helping!" Tweek exclaimed, his teeth clattering together.

"Do you always do that?" Clyde asked him, frowning a little.

"D-do what?" Tweek asked.

"That screaming thing?" Clyde clarified. "And the hair tugging and the stuttering?"

"I can't h-help it." Tweek told him, feeling ashamed of himself. He fought back tears of embarrassment and turned away from Clyde.

"Wait! I don't mind it Tweek." Clyde said, pulling him back towards him. "I was just asking to make sure you were okay bro."

"Oh." Tweek gasped, feeling like there was a weight on his chest. "Okay."

"You should really learn to breathe Tweek." Clyde cracked a joke, smiling down at him.

Then Clyde went back to playing his game and kept him close to him, sending him worried glances every now and then. It made him feel bad for making Clyde worried and he really didn't believe Clyde when he told him that he didn't mind his habits.

Clyde never brought it up again though. That night when they were eating dinner (Clyde had ordered pizza so he was just tearing his meal into pieces) Clyde had told him that he was really excited for him to meet his friends the next day at school. He smiled and nodded along as Clyde rambled on about his group but he wasn't very interested. It only gave him one more thing to think about, one more thing to worry about.

He knew that everyone couldn't be as blind and accepting as Clyde was. Clyde looked past his flaws almost like they weren't even there but there had to be people in this town who were more observant. He didn't want to put Clyde in an awkward position if his friends didn't like him and he definitely didn't want Clyde to pick his friends over him, even though he knew that's what would most likely happen. He guessed good things couldn't last forever, especially for him. It was nice having Clyde as a friend for the three days he had been.

After Clyde was finished eating, he excused himself to his room, telling him he was going to get ready for the next day. Clyde happily let him go, excited that it seemed like he was eager to go to his school. He guessed he was a good actor… or that Clyde has trouble reading people's emotions. He went to his room and collapsed in his bed, eventually passing out after a few minutes of hair grabbing and hair pinching.

His alarm went off the next morning at 6:30 in the morning and he rolled himself out of his bed miserably. He was catching the bus with Clyde at 7:15 and wanted to mentally prepare himself for the day. So maybe starting his day off with dealing with his head of hair was not a good idea. He wanted to cry in frustration but he didn't have any time to feel his emotions.

He threw his bottle of gel to the side and angrily grabbed his toothbrush, scrubbing at his teeth with a little too much force. He wiped his mouth off and then his face before opening the door to his bathroom, letting the steam from his shower out of the room. He walked out of the bathroom and to the clothes that he had laid out on his bed.

There were no buttons this time. Instead, he had picked out a light green sweater and a pair of jeans, something that wouldn't get so messed up by his hands. Also, an outfit that he didn't care so much about so it would be fine if he got pushed down on the ground and landed in some dirt. He pulled had just put his pants on and was starting to pull his shirt on when his door busted open and Clyde came inside.

"J-Jesus christ man." He exclaimed, falling down onto the floor in surprise. He covered his chest with his shirt while staring up at Clyde with big eyes. "What the f-fuck, Clyde?"

"What's up, bro?" Clyde smiled, extending his hand to help him off the floor.

"I was g-getting-AHH-d-dressed." Tweek snapped, putting his shirt on the right way this time. "A-are you okay?"

"Of course I am." Clyde laughed. "I just came to see if you were ready to leave yet."

"You c-could've knocked." Tweek told him but once again, Clyde couldn't tell that he had crossed his boundaries.

"Come on." Clyde exclaimed, throwing him a granola bar which he failed to catch. "We've got to get going."

He muttered something under his breath and grabbed the granola bar off his floor. He stuffed it in his bookbag and swung it over his shoulder. He followed Clyde out of his room and shut the door behind him, walking down the stairs and to the front door.

"Don't you have a coat?" Clyde asked him as they put their shoes on. "It snowed last night."

"R-really?" Tweek asked him. For God's sake, it was fucking October. It was too early for snow.

"It's Colorado bro." Clyde shrugged, handing him a gray jacket. "Here, you can have this one. It doesn't fit me anymore but you're smaller than me."

"T-thanks." He stuttered, pulling the coat on over his shirt.

"Ready?" Clyde asked him, opening the door to reveal a world covered in snow.

"A-as ready as I'll-GAH-e-ever be." Tweek shook his head, following Clyde out into the snow.

They walked to the bus stop at the end of the street together and to his disappointment, there were two boys standing there already. Two boys that Clyde smiled and waved at. So it begins…

"Hey, Clyde." One of the boys said, giving him a fist bump when he arrived at the stop. The boy was tall and slim with dark skin and brown eyes. He was handsome, something he shouldn't really think about but he debuted he was the only one who thought that. He wore black sweatpants and a purple shirt along with a coat and a hat.

"What's up Token?" Clyde exclaimed, bringing him into a bear hug. "Hey, Jimmy."

"W-w-w-w-h-at's u-up-p C-Clyde?" The boy named Jimmy smiled, stuttering over his words. Tweek was surprised to see how Clyde and Token didn't seem bothered by his speech and how Jimmy stuttered even worse than he did. Jimmy wore a goofy grin on his face with a yellow shirt and blue jeans. He had metal braces that he had to hold onto and one of his eyes turned outwards. He assumed that Jimmy was handi-capped but noticed how happy Jimmy seemed to be.

"Guys, I want you to meet my new brother…" Clyde said, shoving him in front of the two boys. "Tweek."

"C-c-c-ool." Jimmy stuttered, giving him a smile.

"Hi!" Token exclaimed.

"H-hi." He said shyly, waving his hand and giving them a weak smile.

"He's so cool." Clyde began to ramble. "He's from Dakota and he says it's really warm there so he doesn't like the snow. He also doesn't like loud noises or pizza and he's the best brother I've ever had."

"I-I'm the only-NAH-brother you've h-had." Tweek reminded him.

"That automatically makes you the best." Clyde assured him, ruffling his gelled hair. Well if he wasn't going to mess it up, then he guessed someone else would.

"It's nice to meet you." Token told him calmly.

"I can't wait for him to meet Craig. Oh and Red and Kenny. Oh and Butters is going to love him!" Clyde continued rambling. "And Stan and Kyle and Wendy…"

"A-a-a-n-nd e-every-o-one e-e-else." Jimmy smirked.

"Except for Cartman." Clyde frowned. "But it'll be okay."

He bit his lip, wondering who Cartman was and if he should be worried about him. Clyde continued talking to Jimmy and Token when the bus arrived. He was the last one to climb onto the bus and he saw the bus driver give him a curious look.

"Hey, new kid." The lady said to him. She smelled like cigars and chewing gum and her hair was all frizzy and tangled. "What's your name?"

"T-tweek." He told her, avoiding her eye contact.

"That's my brother." Clyde told the bus driver proudly. "He's coming to school with me now."

"That's great sweetheart." The lady said in her raspy voice. "Go on then t-t-Tweek."

He blushed and bowed his head down as he walked down the aisle on the bus to the back where Clyde sat down. He took the window seat so Clyde could continue conversing with his friends as willed himself not to burst into tears. He cried too much, that's what he told himself. Not everyone could be as nice as Clyde and Besty and Roger. Not everyone was as accepting as Token and Jimmy. He was a freak, it was his fault. She had every right to make fun of him. He wondered if she made fun of Jimmy for his speech impediment and felt bad for him if she did.

The bus was too loud for his liking and only got more crowded as more kids piled on. Clyde didn't pay attention to anyone who came on and before he knew it (or was even prepared) they were at South Park High School.

He was the last one to walk off the bus behind Jimmy and followed him, Clyde, and Token as they walked around the back of the school. Behind the school were groups of kids that he assumed were in his grade, talking amongst one another. He felt the brick press against his chest again and desperately wanted to go into the building, escaping the cold and more of Clyde's friends. He never gets what he wants though.

"Oh, there they are." Clyde pointed over to a group of kids as he grabbed his hand and dragged him over to them.

He examined the group of kids and felt his heart stop. They were the kids from the night he arrived, the good group of friends that he had been jealous of. They were Clyde's friends. Fuck, and Token and Jimmy had been there too. He knew they had never seen him in their lives before but he still couldn't help but feel guilty, like he knew something that he didn't.

It wasn't all the kids from the group, there were only seven of them there. There were two girls, one of which he remembered holding one of the boys who were also there's hand. The girl who had been holding hands with the boy was very pretty. She had long black hair and she had a purple barrette on her head. Her nose was red from the cold and she held herself with pride while she talked fast. The other girl was equally gorgeous with blond, curly hair. She chattered along with the other girl while simultaneously scrolling through her phone.

Besides them, he recognized the two boys that had been hanging over each other the other night. The first boy was short with light blonde hair and blue eyeshadow. He was chipper and his makeup matched his pale blue shirt. He was holding hands with the boy who had been carrying him on his back. The boy was tall with blonde hair sticking out of his hood. He had an orange jacket on and had a smirk on his face. He was one of the taller people in the group, tying as the tallest with another boy.

The other tall boy had his lips in a straight line and looked completely uninterested in what everyone was talking about. He had dark black hair and a blue hat on which matched his blue jacket. He had sharp facial structures and seemed to be wearing make-up as well, shiny bronzer glimmering on his cheeks.

The last two boys were laughing together at some video on one of their phones. The first boy wore a red and blue hat and jacket and had black hair. He was wearing sunglasses even though it was cold outside and was tall as well, only a little shorter than the other boys. The second boy was short and round and had a red hat with a squashed down yellow pom-pom on top. His jacket matched his hat and looked scary and mean. He felt like a bay for thinking that but he couldn't deny how he felt.

"Hey, guys." The girl in the barrette exclaimed when he approached the group with Clyde, Token and Jimmy.

"Guys I have some very important news." Clyde told the group.

"Not again." The boy with the blue hat groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Tweek these are my friends that I've been telling you about." Clyde told him, pushing him in the middle of everyone so they could him. He felt called out and stood there, frozen like he was about to be eaten alive. "Wendy, Bebe, Butters, Kenny, Craig, Stan and… Cartman."

"Hi, I'm Butters." The blond hair boy with the blue makeup introduced himself, bringing him into an unexpected hug.

"Umm, h-hi." Tweek said nervously, hugging Butters back.

"He's my new brother." Clyde said, just as proudly as he had previously said it. He wondered how many times Clyde was going to say that to people.

"You mean the brother you haven't shut up about since you found out about him?" The tall blonde boy asked. He assumed that was Kenny. "I gotta say Clyde, your parents did a pretty good job picking him out. He's cute."

"I know." Clyde said happily. "He's the best."

"I'm Wendy and this is Bebe." The girl in the purple barrette introduced herself and her friend. They both gave him warm smiles.

"Stan." The boy in the sunglasses told him, shaking his hand. "And that's Craig."

"What's up?" Craig asked him, jerking his chin up at him.

"Craig's an asshole." Kenny told him, snickering with Jimmy and Cartman.

"Craig's my best friend." Clyde defended Craig but Tweek only noticed how Craig let his eyes trail over him. It was odd because he could tell that it wasn't out of hatred. It was something else. He didn't know if he preferred hatred or not though. "Besides, your just as bad Cartman."

"Shut up Clyde." Cartman snapped at him.

"Stop it, you guys are going to scare Tweek." Butters pouted.

Tweek kept sneaking peeks at Craig who still hadn't taken his eyes off of him. He smiled at Craig who smiled back but he still had his eyes on him.

"Your brother looks like he just shit his pants." Cartman told Clyde, pointing at him. He felt his face grow hot and looked down at his feet. This is what Clyde must've been talking about.

"Cut it out Cartman." Bebe snapped at him before turning to him. "It's okay Tweek, he's just a jerk sometimes."

"Sometimes?" Token raised his eyebrow.

"Where are you from kid?" Kenny asked him, trying to distract him from Cartman. What kind of name was Cartman anyway?

"S-S-South-GAH-D-Dakota." Tweek said, knowing he had fucked up. He glanced up at everyone to see they were staring at him like he was a freak. He knew he shouldn't have tried to interact with any of Clyde's friends.

"Wow." Cartman said, looking at him like he would a squashed bug. "You're weird."

"He's not weird." Clyde yelled at him. "He's anxious and it's your fault."

"I-I should go." Tweek said as Clyde glared at Cartman. "It was-NAH-n-nice meeting you guys."

"Aww look he's going to cry." Cartman laughed while everyone else pursed their lips or gave him a sympathetic look. "Go on Tweeky boy, you gonna cry?"

"C-c-cut-t i-it out E-Eric." Jimmy told him, furiously.

"Get out of here freak." Cartman told him and he felt something within himself snap. He balled his fist up and bit his lip. His eye twitched and he took a deep breath, realizing all the feelings he had been keeping inside of him since he had gotten to South Park.

Your brother looks like he just shit his pants.

Stop it, you guys are going to scare Tweek.

Go on then t-t-Tweek.

You should really learn to breathe Tweek.

Oh please Tweek, you're family now. You don't have to call us that.

Yeah man, we're fucking brothers now.

It's normal to be hyper for your age.

He moved away or something.

GET OFF OF ME BRAT!

He was so sick of it. When was it going to be about him? When was he going to get what he wanted? He's not a scared fucking baby, he can take care of himself. He knows how to fucking breathe, how is he supposed to when he could fucking die? What about his own family? How could complete strangers want him when his own parents never even loved him? He wasn't hyper, he wasn't crazy, he wasn't a brat, he was livid.

He turned to face Cartman and without thinking, charged up to him and punched him in his face. The fatass fell to the ground but he wasn't done. People stood around the two of them with wide eyes as he punched Cartman again and again and again. He could hear people starting to shout and cheer as he punched the boy in his face and heard a snap.

"UGH, GET OFF OF ME FREAK." Cartman yelled, flailing his arms around. "SOMEONE HELP ME. HE'S A FUCKING FAG, HE'S GOING TO RAPE ME. RAPE, GODDAMNIT."

"You had it coming." He heard Kenny tell Cartman.

"Whoa he's really good." Bebe gasped, holding hands with Wendy.

"It's about fucking time." Craig said, seeming to enjoy Cartman's beat down.

"Tweek, stop it." Clyde told him, trying to pry him off Cartman. He pushed him off Cartman's bulging stomach and into the snow. He tried to stand back up to give it another go but Clyde held him back.

"Tweek stop, it's okay." Clyde assured him and up until that point, he hadn't noticed that he had been crying while beating the shit out of the boy. "Just breathe dude."

"THAT FUCKING HURT YOU ASSHOLE."

"Shut up Eric." Butters frowned at him. "You shouldn't have been picking on poor Tweek."

"Get up fatass, we'll take you to the nurse." Stan told Eric, helping him off the ground along with Kenny. Tweek saw chunky blood pouring down his face and felt satisfied with himself. It had been a while since he had beat someone up. He felt powerful.

"I'm taking you to Mr. Mackey." Clyde told him, dragging him away from the group.

"W-who's t-that?" He asked him, wishing that Clyde would stop dragging him around.

"He's the counselor dude." Clyde told him. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble but you've got to calm down."

"That's fucking easy for you to say." He thought to himself. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been calm.


Ending Notes:

Small Creek interaction this chapter but there's more next chapter. Actually, it's what that next chapter is mainly focused on.

I seriously do not know how to write the way Jimmy speaks, I'll have to work on that. Also, I see Butters and Craig, along with Tweek wearing make-up when they're older, that's just my headcanon. Also I know that everyone wasn't presented in this chapter but they'll be there in chapter 5. I see Kyle being very proud of Tweek lol

I don't know if any of the characters are OOC here, maybe Clyde is a bit but I see him being a protective brother to Tweek even though he doesn't need it obviously. I liked writing this chapter and I can't wait to write chapter 4!

Please leave any comments. questions or feedback in the comment section, it would mean a lot to me! If you have any ideas for me, I'd love to hear them! 💖💖

Everyone have a great day/night and I hope you keep reading!

-Lis 😁😁