An; this is based off the "pointless rant of absolute pointlessness" on x-Nymph's profile. Read it. She is a good author and the rant got me thinking. The thought turned into a plot, the plot turned into this. Enjoy.

"Craig," Clyde whines in annoyance as I drag him to the library. "I don't wanna gooooo."

I roll my eyes and resist the urge to flip him off. "No one cares what you want." We walk in and the librarian looks up, eyes sharp.

"From South Park high?" she questioned. I nod and Clyde continues to struggle. "Semester project?" Another nod. "The books you need are in the back, look for them."

Clyde finally stops struggling, muttering in an angry voice. I let go of his arms and walk down the hall, wincing at the ominous feeling the library gave me. It was fucking huge with book shelves that reached for the ceiling.

There is the sound of footsteps and humming. Clyde grins and bounds over, looking down the shelves for the person, god knows why. "Maybe they can help us with our project!" he exclaimed happily. Oh, that's why, he's too lazy to do any work by himself.

I follow reluctantly, wondering how I got such an idiot for a best friend. We reach the back of the library and turn a corner. Tweek is standing on a chair, reaching for a book, humming quietly. There is a stack of papers and a pen on a nearby table, along with a can of soda.

I have to admit, I don't know Tweek that well. He was a cool guy; he hung out with us sometimes, but most of the time he preferred to be alone. Tweek wasn't twitching like he normally did, but seemed perfectly normal, just a regular dude with a soda listening to music and doing a school project.

He didn't notice us, but as he steps down his eyes fly to my face and he twitches, taking off a pair of silver headphones. "Can I help you guys?" he questions, dropping the book on the table, shifting and twitching.

Clyde grins and steps forward. "Do you know where the chemistry section is, we need it for our project." Tweek flinches, like Clyde was talking to loud and I feel the urge to punch Clyde.

He reluctantly leads us down the twisting corridors of the library, twitching and shuffling along with hunched shoulders. He stops outside a large, U shaped bookshelf. "Here." He says in a kind voice, sipping on his soda. "Chemistry and physics." He turns around to walk away, calling out "good luck!" before disappearing in between the halls and books.

I am half-aware of Clyde popping open a book, and notice he starts to complain again, but I focus on Tweek's retreating back. He hadn't been shaking when we first saw him, and only started when he realized we were there. He hadn't been gulping down coffee when he was alone, just, acting like a normal kid would.

"Craig, you going to help me or are you going to go stalk Tweek?" Clyde asked in an annoyed voice. "Because we have work to do." I nod and sit down, taking the book from Clyde. So, there was more to Tweek than I originally thought. I grin and a small thrill goes up my spine. I love working on puzzles.

It was going to be a fun year.