Oh god, I'm putting way too much on myself. I'm starting ANOTHER story! I can't help myself though, I needed to write this, I like literally had to.

I'm not forgetting about my other stories anytime soon, don't worry. I might have to delete one of them, but it's not very important whether I decide to or not. This may end up being one of my favorite stories, and I hope you guys all enjoy it to, because I want to know what everyone thinks of it. I also think this may end up being all of your favorites out of all mine too.

Kyle's POV

I opened my phone, receiving, yet another text message from Stan. I glanced quickly around my room and stared down at the screen. 'Are you still getting a ride from me tomorrow? Because I think that there's a bus coming to pick us all up instead.' I opened my phone and texted back. 'Okay, then what time is the bus coming.' 5 minutes of waiting led to a reply. '9:00, tomorrow.' I texted back an 'okay' and then set my phone down. I stood up from my bed and explored my closet, looking for my suitcase. I had all the clothes and other things I needed for tomorrow. Finally, I found the luggage under some jackets, and took it out, throwing it onto my bed.

"Kyle!" My mother called from some other room downstairs. I packed my things quickly into the travel case and closed it shut.

"What is it mom?"

"Your friend Stanley's here," she states, "Come on down."

I shut my door from exiting my room, and headed on downstairs. Stan is standing at the door with a suitcase at his side and a smile on his face. "Dude, what are you doing here?" I ask.

"I was wondering if I could stay the night. My sister's being a total bitch and well, since we're both going to the same place tomorrow, I figured it'd be easier if I just slept over." I nod agreeingly and let him, knowing that my mother would have not minded at all.

"Come on upstairs, I just finished packing myself." I lead my best friend up the stairs, holding onto the railing carefully with each step. I was afraid for some reason, that I would fall back and accidentally cause him to fall too. Okay, I worry way too much, but I try to look out for others. I smile to myself.

Stan brings his own suitcase up, and throws it on the ground next to my door. "Thanks, I didn't wanna be at home with Shelly, and my grandpa just got back from this thing, and I just don't need all of them harassing me before I leave, so I said my goodbyes, and left for the month."

"It's okay dude, no problem," I reply, "So what do you wanna do before we go to sleep, I know it's like 9:00 but still, we've got a few hours left," he shrugs lightly and falls over onto my bed. I sit down beside him and put my own closed suitcase on the floor by his.

"Wanna play some video games?" He suggests. I nod lightly.

"Sure," I loved how Stan could just come over to my house, anytime, without even asking. Since we turned 15, we could do that now, without it being any sort of issue. I take out my x-box and plug it into my television, starting up the first game that's already in there, and handing the second controller over to him. That's what we do until about midnight; we play video games, tiring out with each round. Finally, both of us fall asleep, right in the middle of one of the games.

When we wake up the next morning, the both of us are lying back on my bed, with controllers on our laps and my game console and TV still turned on. It was 8:45, and we only had 15 minutes to get to the bus.

"Dude, wake up!" I yell, nudging his shoulder, "The bus is gonna be here in 15 minutes!" I quickly get off the bed and turn off my TV, quickly changing into a new set of clothes, waiting for Stan to come into realization. He groans once or twice before stretching his arms and standing up. He opens his eyes, where I'm still getting dressed in front of him, and looks away.

"Kyle, I'm still here you know," he says, meaning of course, the fact about me getting dressed. I finish and throw on some shoes.

"Sorry, I know, I just need to get ready. Hold on I'll be right back," I run into the bathroom to pee, brush my hair, and wash my face. When I come out, I feel more refreshed, and I put my hand over my red curls.

"Are you gonna where your hat the whole trip?" He asks, knowing the obvious answer. Stan knows how much I hate my hair, but he tries to constantly convince me that it's not even that bad, and a lot better than the 'Jew Fro' I had back in fourth grade.

"You know I hate this red mop on my head. Why should anyone have to look at it?" I ask, lightly tugging on one of my curly strands of hair.

He shrugs and takes my hat from my hands. "Just leave it home, okay? This summer is gonna be fun, and you're gonna be sweating your ass off wearing this thing," he places the green headwear on my desk. As much as I wanted to wear it, I thought that maybe I should leave it home for once. It couldn't turn out that bad.

When we were both dressed and ready, I checked once more that I had everything I needed for the month I was spending away from my parents at summer camp with all of my friends. Everything was good, so I zipped my suitcase back up, and we headed out the door. I waved goodbye and gave each and every person in my family a hug as I left out the door.

Walking down the street with our suitcases probably looked very strange to others, but it didn't matter so much. Cartman and Kenny had been at the bus stop. Kenny was leaning against his beat up orange suitcase, while Cartman sat on top of his with his arms folded across his chest.

"Hey I'd be careful if I were you. I wouldn't want to break my suitcase before we even get on the bus," I say, as everyone begins to laugh at my comment.

"Shutup you stupid Jew," he replies nonchalantly.

"Fatass," I respond. He just shakes his head and increases the volume on his i-pod. After 2 minutes passed, the bus came, almost passing by our stop. We jumped on the bus, where Stan and I took too random seats in the back. We sat in the seats close to Tweek, Craig, Bebe and Wendy.

"Stan! It's been weeks since I saw you, I missed you so much!" Wendy leaned from her seat and practically pushed me off to give Stan a huge hug and lock lips with him.

"I missed you to Wendy," he replies after she breaks apart. They both smile but Stan makes sure that Wendy gets back into her own seat so we can resume to usual. Wendy and Bebe talk amongst themselves, as do Stan and I.

Wendy wasn't all that bad of a friend to me. She just was somewhat annoying with her affection for Stan. It was always Stan this and Stan that, I mean who wouldn't be annoyed of that after a while.

Stan wouldn't.

Stan wasn't obsessed with Wendy, but he talked about her a lot. It was one of the things that bugged me. Lately though, he's cut back from it, so it was a little bit less bothersome. The bus ride dragged on, and we finally arrived at the place we'd be spending our summer.

How'd you guys think that it turned out? Review and tell me. (: Should I continue or not?