#// *tweek whos LITERALLY shaking: IM NOT YOUR NEW FUCKING NEIGHBOR

[monmuses]

He had made that last comment purely for the sarcasm. He was not a morning person and didn't wake up well when it was time to get ready. In the middle of the night was a different case, almost squinting his heavy eyelids towards the frail kid. Was he shaking?

" ... why are you shivering so much, it's not cold outside--" A pause. He reacted to the shriek, like preparing his face for a literal hurricane of words hitting his face. Cue another series of slow, simultaneous blinks. He was way too tired for this.

" ... and you thought the best time to do this ... was when I'm trying to sleep. Are you stupid?" He wasn't ready to lose sleep for this. "Dude, I'm not here to take sides ... and I don't want to do this when it's ... what, two in the morning?"

Jimmy hadn't realized that Tweek had balled up a part of his shirt in his fist, glancing down at it before looking at him back up again. Now, his eyes were a little more open, clearing his groggy throat to speak up above a whisper, " ... I'm gonna ask you this nicely. Let go of my shirt. I'm not here to fight you ... and risk getting one of the teachers to come over here to check out why your nose is broken in the next five minutes."

   Tweek trembled uncontrollably, with nerves, with rage.  His little arrangement with Craig was already bad enough, but now that guy had to go getting others involved, too.  If too many other people found out, Tweek’s secret would be out of the bag, and he’d be expelled, and his family’s secret might get out as well, and then who knew what would happen to him?

   “I’m not your new fucking neighbor!” Tweek shrieked, without caring who else in the dorms heard him.  He lived with his parents and didn’t need to stay in the dorms with all the other boys, which was both a blessing and a curse, depending on the particular day.

   He stepped forward and balled the other boy’s T-shirt up in his bony fist, snarling.  “You and Craig both think you’re s-so shittin’ cute.  Ack!—it’s pathetic that h-he needs you to help him d-deal with me.”  Saliva began to gather and foam at the left corner of his mouth.  “If you try to play the g-goddamn middleman between us again, I’m gonna make you—rrr—re-regret it!”