"Dude! Where the fuck are you?" The voice on my phone shouted and I winced at the loudness.

"Uh…I don't know, man." I pathetically answered since I really don't know where the fuck I am.

I look around, there are only people, people, people, buildings, people, people, then cars. Everyone was walking at a fast pace while I was looking like a complete retard just standing there. Damn, this university is so fucking big.

"Why the hell don't you know where you are? Didn't they give you a map at the orientation?" Kyle asked and I know he was starting to get annoyed.

"Orientation…?" What? There was an orientation?

There was silence at the other end of the line but I could already imagine my friend face-palming himself.

"Jesus Christ, Kenny. Just ask someone where the dorms are."

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry."

"Just get your ass over here."

I closed my phone and looked around once again, clutching the strap of my bag. This is actually quite nerve-wracking. At the corner of my eye, I see a group of people walking with ridiculous blue caps on their heads and numerous bags on their sides. Leading them was a nerdy-looking guy who was all blue from top to bottom and looked like he would rather chop wood than do his job. That must be the orientation or whatever. Good thing I wasn't there.

I started walking, still unsure as to where to go when I spotted a tall guy, probably a senior, handing out fliers. He spotted me and smiled in my direction. Okay, I don't know what's the deal but people are awfully nice here.

"Sup, dude." He greeted and held out his hand.

"Sup." I shook his hands, quite nervous. Oh god I'm so virgin about this college shit.

"Want to join the Betas?" He offered a flier and I stared at it for a while. Ah, a fraternity. Of course. That explains the bro-ish feeling he's exuding.

"Uh, sorry, no. Um, you know where the dorms are?" I'm so fucking tired of walking around this big ass university and Kyle would probably kill me if I don't show up soon so it's best to just go straight to the point. The guy didn't seem to mind.

"Oh, a lost freshman!" The dude laughed amusingly and I tried my best not to roll my eyes. "Sorry, follow me. I'll walk you there."

Yes! Wait, this isn't a scam or something, right? Like one of those recruitment shit of fraternities?

Nevertheless, I hesitantly followed the guy to a not-so-suspicious-looking booth with more guys who are taller than me. I consider myself pretty tall but these guys look like NBA players or something.

"Hey bros, just gonna guide this freshman to the dorms. Take cover for me."

They call each other bros. Cool.

They all turned to look at me and I tried my best to act cool. But I ended up nodding politely at them, anyway.

"Oh? Is this our new recruit?" One of the guys asked and some of the nervousness I'm feeling dissipated. These guys are kinda nice.

"Well, I'm working on it." My guide grinned in my direction and I smiled awkwardly. Well, I guess it's not so bad.

"Okay, okay, we're going. Don't slack off now."

The guys waved lazily at us as we continued walking again. The amount of people seemed to lessen as we enter a much spacious area, without all the buildings and stuff.

"Here we are."

We stopped in front of a building which I assume is the dormitory. Finally.

"Thanks, dude."

"No problem. The name's David, by the way." He looked at me expectantly.

"Kenny."

"Right. So, I'll get down to my main objective now." He handed me a flier once again.

I snickered as I took the paper from him, looking it over and reading it.

"If you ever change your mind, just come down to the Beta house. You're always welcome." He smiled openly. "Anyways, I'll be going now."

"Yeah, see you around. Thanks again."

He just waved as he went back. Huh…college is not so bad after all.

I entered the building, some people glancing in my direction but immediately turning their heads to keep on doing what they were doing. I shrugged it off and proceeded towards the counter where a woman is sitting. She smiled at me when I approached. Seriously, what's up with people smiling? Not that I'm complaining or anything.

"New boarder?" She asked politely and I realized that she was actually quite young and pretty. Damn.

"Yes. Kenny McCormick." My voice came out a little too high-pitched. I hope she doesn't notice me checking her out. She just smiled at me once more, glancing at me as she typed on her computer.

"Here you go. You're on room 69, second floor."

I let out a sudden laugh because…69. Seriously?

"You just got here and you're already flirting?" A familiar voice called out and I smiled widely as I turned around.

Standing with his arms crossed and his red hair which is wild as ever is one of my best friends.

"Kyle!" I threw my arms around him, relief washing over me as I finally found someone I actually know. I'm like a lost kid in a mall who finally found his mom.

"It's about time, dumbass." Kyle rolled his eyes but I know he's just as happy to see me. It's been quite a while since we have seen each other. Okay, it's been two days but we're clingy like that.

"Yeah, this school is fucking big, man. And I'm not flirting! This wonderful lady right here is just handing me my key." I pinched the redhead's cheek, earning a scowl in return as I smile innocently at the girl on the register.

"Fuck you." Kyle cursed as he swatted my hand away. "Be careful of this guy, Kyla, he's a sexual predator."

I punched Kyle in the arm as I denied his accusation. Kyla, I suppose that's her name, just chuckled at us and proceeded in handing me my key. I bid goodbye as Kyle forcefully pulled me away.

"You just can't keep your hormones down, do you?" Kyle tiredly exclaimed, arm around my neck as he dragged me around.

"Awwww you're jealous, how cute." I teased, snaking my arm around his waist and pulling him closer to me. He sneered in disgust but made no sign of moving away. People stared at us as we made our way through the hallway, earning weird looks here and there.

Kyle and I were notorious for being overly touchy with each other ever since back then. We would always act intimate in front of people as a joke since their reactions are always priceless. It's not at all awkward (even though I know Kyle swings both ways, if you know what I mean) since we're best friends and we're comfortable with each other, but that doesn't stop people from saying that we're gay. Stan would join in sometimes but he always ends up chickening out as he try his best not to vomit, while Cartman would just freeze up, call us fags, and say his infamous line, "Screw you guys, I'm going home." Ah, those were the good days.

"Anyway, what's your room number?" The redhead asked and I simply showed him the key tag. He snickered deviously. "Wow, the number suits you perfectly."

"I know, right?"

He just shook his head, disapprovingly.

I look around as we walked, doors lining up the hallway to the end. It was noisy, as one would expect from a boy's dorm but it was unusually clean. We pass by a lot of people, most were half-naked and I tell Kyle that it must be heaven living here with all the potential targets. He just elbowed me in the stomach in response.

We reached the second floor and I noticed the color of the walls were different. First floor was red and this floor is blue.

"So. I'll let you go to your room, fix your things, then I'll pick you up after an hour and meet Stan, okay?" Kyle looked at me expectantly and I just nodded, even though my attention was already lost by the time he was half-done saying all those things. Typical Kyle and his organized plans.

"Okay, see you later, dude." He patted my shoulders and walked up the stairs. So he's in the upper floor.

I stared down the hallway, noticing how it was less populated compared to the first floor. I trudged forward, dragging my belongings and looking door to door for my room. I almost flinched in surprise as someone suddenly called out.

"Hey."

I turned to look and saw a guy leaning at what I guessed was his doorframe.

"Hey." I greeted in acknowledgement.

"You new here?"

I nodded slowly.

"Oh, welcome. I'm Kenneth." He held out his hand and I gladly shook it.

"Kenneth? Hey, my name's Kenneth too but you can just call me Kenny." I find myself smiling. What are the chances, right?

"Cool! Well, you can just call me Kenneth, I guess. To avoid the confusion."

We talked for a while, me telling him that I got lost a while ago since this university is big as fuck and him completely agreeing with me. I also find out that we're on the same course. Creepy coincidence but aside from that, I think I just made a new friend.

"What room are you in?" He asked, eyeing the numerous bags surrounding me.

"69."

Contrary to the normal reaction I was expecting, which includes a laugh and a knowing perverted look that only guys can share to each other, his face contorted in what I could see as pity (?) and he hissed like he was just burned.

"Ooohhh…Ice King, huh?"

Ice King?

I stared at him confusedly, arching my brow in question. He shook his head and patted my shoulder, that pitiful look still evident on his eyes.

"It's nothing. Just…good luck, dude." His voice sounded like it was my funeral and I was kind of bothered at what he's implying. I figured out it has something to do with my roommate. Well, I think I was already exposed to numerous disturbing people from where I came from *cough* South Park *cough* so whatever this guy's problem is, it shouldn't be a big deal…right?

I walked towards my would-be room for about 4 years. I stopped in front of it, the numbers 069 staring at me. I fished my key from my pocket and inserted it in the keyhole. Breathing deeply, I tried to calm myself because it was so unlike me to get nervous and I think I had enough college virginity going on and I should probably snap out of it before I become branded as the Blessed College Virgin Kenny.

I slowly turned the key, hearing a light click and I opened the door, peaking inside. It's a pretty normal-looking room, I guess. And pretty spacious too. Two beds, a window, an air condition (thank god), two tables and two closets. Good enough.

I stepped inside, looking around once again and spotting something blue sitting on one of the tables, a laptop in front of him. This must be the roommate. Wait…I feel like I've seen that chullo before.

I put down my bags, my eyes not leaving the guy playing, as far as I can tell, World of Warcraft, on his laptop. I swayed from side to side, trying to catch a look at what he looks like. Fuck, I know that hat!

"Hey, dude." I tried greeting but he didn't even turn, just continued to play.

I fidgeted awkwardly, waiting for him to greet me back but nothing came. I huffed in slight annoyance.

"Hey, dude." I said a little louder and the clicking sound from his mouse finally stopped. I see him pausing the game, removing the plugged earphones from his ears. He twisted his body, turning to me, arm resting on the back of the chair and I finally realize why the hat looks so familiar. Because it belongs to someone I know and he's in front of me right now.

"Craig." My mouth involuntarily called out as I just stood there, staring at the dark-haired boy and trying to justify the chances of me being roommates with this guy.

He blinked at me, once, twice, seeming like he's also having a hard time realizing the situation. But knowing him, he immediately recovered and raised his wrist, showing his signature finger to me.

"McCormick."

So, I have been addicted to South Park lately and I just adore Kenny~~~ And I love him more when he's with Craig huehuehue...Well, my ships are Kenny-centric lol. Anyways, not much happening in this chapter and it's pretty boring, I know. I do hope you stay tuned for the next ones :]]]