So this is my first South Park. I hope this is a good start. I hope you enjoy!

It all started with a dream.

"C'mon, man! This way!" He said. He led me through a dark parking lot to a gray cube of a building. He was bouncing around excitedly as he pulled me by my hand into the entrance. "Oh man, c'mon! I'm so excited for this. Get a load of this!"

As soon as that door opened, I thought I was in heaven. My nose was greeted with the sweet smell of tacos. Just before I could get a good look around, an army of nothing but tacos stacked in the form of a pyramid on one side of the room, caught my eye. "Holey shit...Token, what is that?"

He laughed. "Ammo dude!" I just looked at him. 'Ammo?' He tossed me a white shirt and blue shorts. "Go get those on, please." I gave a quick glance around as I made my way to a separate room he had told me to go. There was four white walls and most of the floor had padding on it. 'Well that's cool.'

When I came back from changing the room was different. For a moment I thought it was a different room. There were big trampolines set up all along the floor. Some were propped up at an angle against the walls. More padding that matched with the floor covered the springs and bars. Random couches, and sideways tables were scattered about. The tacos were now accompanied by a kitty pool full of nacho cheese and 3 tables of random desserts. 'Holey shit... diabetics beware!' I stood there, taking everything in. Music started to fill the room and a piece of pie came hurling towards my head, before I could even react it smacked me right on my temple. While I felt the dessert slide down my head, I could've sworn I heard Tweek's 'GAH' and a shush right after. I removed the remaining chunks of cherry pie, that hadn't already slid off, out of my short hair.

Token popped out from behind the pyramid of tacos. "Hey, Clyde! Surprise motherfucker." He pulled a squirt gun. His voice was low and rumbled out. "Food fight!" He pointed the gun at me. What I expected to be water came out as cheese. I bolted for the nearest place to hide.

I just ducked behind a nearby black leather couch, only to be greeted by Jimmy and a slice of cake to my chest. "S-sorry Clyde, but th-th-this is a war." He had frosting on his cheeks like it was war paint.

"War?" My voice cracked a bit. "Ok...so like how many people are playing?"

"I c-c-can't possibly say fo-wa-for cert-tain, Clyde."

"Oh, well that's ok. Thanks anyway." I got up to hide somewhere else but, Jimmy stopped me.

"A-ll ah, all I know i-is that I-I'm not-t allowed to p-ph- touch the ta-tac-hos, tacos." I tilted my head.

"Why?" He smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Th-they're juust for y-y-you, Clyde. G-go get 'em." I smirked. 'Oh hell yah!'

"Thanks man. That helps a lot." He rolled over to look around the couch.

"Anytime, C-clyde. C-c-c-coast seems to be clear. N-now's your chance." I got up to run but as soon as I did I was splashed with cool aid. Jimmy chuckled. "S-sorry Clyde." It was Craig. He had a pale of some blue, sugary liquid.

"Jimmy! I'm gonna get you back for your treachery, I swear it!" I yelled out as I ran away, Craig chasing after me.

I filled arms with as many different tacos as I could and ran to the trampolines, where Token was having a cupcake standoff with Tweek. I teamed up with Token and together we fought Craig and Tweek. Butters and Kenny, with cheese guns and frosting filled water balloons, joined in.

We held out for a while but Token and I eventually got tired and went outside to take break and get some fresh air. We sat on a bench beside the cube of a building, the moon dimly illuminating our snowy surroundings.

I laughed. "Aw, man, that was freaking awesome!" I chuckled and pushed on his arm. 'God, that was soooo much fun!' We were sitting so close that our legs touched and I could feel the heat radiating off of the dark boy beside me. "So, uh, whose all here?"

"Definitely not Cartman, if that's what you are asking." I could hear the smile in his voice. 'Why is he so warm...?...meh, maybe it's just me.'

"Good," I said, "nobody likes him."

"Yeah, right? He fuckin sucks balls." I smirked, shaking my head. "Oh, come on. You know he wants the 'D'! He is like totally gay for Kyle and you know it!" I bursted out laughing and he joined me. I could feel myself tearing up.

I sighed and wiped my eye. "Yah, but I think Stan has a thing for Kyle to." I looked at Token. My eyes had adjusted well enough so that I was able to make out most of his facial features. 'The moon is really bright tonight.' From his beautiful brown eyes to his luscious, plump lips. He had a bit of frosting smudged alongside his jawline and down his neck. He threw his arm over the back of the bench. I gulped, trying to swallow a lump that had suddenly grew in my throat.

"Yah, Stan is ok. Even after that whole 'N' word thing. I just really hate Cartman." He said. I leaned back, rubbing my hands together.

"Yeah." I said while looking up at the stars. I felt his hand on my shoulder and looked down at it as he pulled me closer. 'What's going on?' I turned my head to look at him, he just smiled at me. I felt my heart flutter and I turned away. I could feel my face getting pink. 'What the fuck just happened?'

"You know," he said, "I'm not totally against the idea of being gay." He purred into my ear. His hot breath ghosted down my neck, causing me to shiver. His other hand grabbed hold of my chin, turning my head to face him again. His thumb rubbed along the side of my mouth, removing some leftover pie I still had on me. He looked into my eyes as he sucked the dessert from his thumb. "Cherry sure is sweet...but I would much rather have you, because I am pretty damn sure that you would be the sweetest thing I'll ever have. Sweeter than anything I will ever," his nose brushed my ear, "taste." He pulled back, eyes half lidded, looking down on me. 'This is getting really weird.'

I realized that I was no longer in control of myself when my hand reaching out and stole some frosting from his face. My finger was almost to my lips when he grabbed my hand, bringing it to his own mouth.

'The hell are we doing?' I thought as he kissed the tip of my frosting covered finger before taking the slender digit between his soft lips. 'Oh. My. God.' I shivered as the warmth of his tongue lapped and rubbed away at my finger. The sensation was making me a little hard. He bobbed his head a couple of times as I watched him. He released my hand from his mouth made with a popping noise.

"Holey shit, dude." I squeaked as he leaned closer. "Wait! What about Nichole?!" My voice continued to slip up into a higher pitch. He didn't do anything but continue to get closer...and just before our lips could meet, my alarm ripped me out of my sleep.

I jolted awake sitting up only to flop back down. 'Oh thank you god!' I clenched my eyes shut, trying to protect them from the blinding morning sun. I pounded on the annoying small box, eventually hitting the off button. My father knocked on my door and cracked it open. "Clyde, it's time to get up. Breakfast is ready. Don't want to be late, now."

"Yah, thanks dad. Just let me get ready, ok?" I sat up, swinging my legs over my bed. "Be down in a few."

"Ok, but please hurry. Don't want your food to get cold." He said and shut the door.

I looked down at the tent my "little" friend had set up. 'Shit, what am I thinking. 7 and a half isn't little. I'm proud of it. Yah...but...what the hell was that dream all about? Does it make me...weird?' Lifting myself up from my mattress, I groaned as I reached for the ceiling, mauling it over in my head. 'No, I'm not weird...yeah, its not completely abnormal to have that kinda dream about a best friend. Yeah, lots of people have had that happen. Yeah, ok. So um, what first? Food or shower?' I asked myself. Then shook my head, grabbing a day old towel from my floor and headed to the shower. 'Well, it's kinda fucking obvious that I can't eat with dad, not right now anyway. I need to deal with this shit...' I looked down at "mini" me, sighing. 'But damn... I'm kinda hungry though...'

I waved my hand in front of Token's face. "Yo! Token! What's up?" We were sitting with the gang at our lunch table and I was trying to talk with the guy but he kept zoning out on me. 'He has been like this all day.'

He jumped a bit. "Oh, sorry."

"That's like, the third time today. What's up with you?" He looked down at his tray.

"I dunno...I guess I have been having a hard time sleeping lately." He sighed. I put my hand on his back, rubbing his shoulder blades.

"Dude, do you need to go to the nurse? I can take you there." He said nothing, just kinda, stared. 'Man, he is doing it again.' I got up. "I'm gonna go make a call. You're coming to my house next weekend."

"Why that all of a sudden?" He asked, one eyebrow raised. 'Jesus.' I put my hands on my hips.

"I just explained why. My dad is going out of town for the weekend and I know where he hides the liquor." I said. He nodded making and 'O' shape with his mouth, bringing my mind back to my dream. I felt butterflies rising from my stomach to my chest and turned my head. "Yah, so," I coughed, " see you later then." I didn't really have a call to make, I just wanted to get out of there.

It was the last class of the day and I decided to skip. 'It's just study hall, not like I have homework either...I usually get that done while Ms. Garrison is talking or during free time.' I sighed. 'That stupid dream.'

I stood outside by the goth-kid hangout, looking over today's collection of titty-Tuesday pictures on twitter. I couldn't get my mind off of him and that dream. I kept replaying it from beginning to end, again and again. I nearly jumped out of my skin when a rough female voice asked, "What do you want, poser?" Henrietta sat on the bottom step, taking another drag crom her cigarette. Her fat bubbled out in any way it could to escape the tightness of her black dress.

"Wha- I, nothing. I just wanted to get some fresh air." I said quickly.

She sighed. "Lier."

"What? No I'm not!"

"Whatever."

I stared at her. 'I didn't even hear her come.' I looked around for the rest of her clique. "Where is the rest of you guys?"

She scoffed, mumbling something under her breath. "We are not attached by the hip, just so you know." I nodded, shoving my phone into my letterman jacket. "So, what are you doing out here, poser?"

"I just don't feel like going to study hall. What about you?" I asked, sitting next to her.

She sat there, watching the smoke rise off of her cigarette. "I was tired of being surrounded by a bunch of self centered conformist posers."

"Oh...hey, why do you call everyone that?" I asked, resting my head on my hand.

"What?"

"Things like, 'conformists' and 'posers'. Do you really see everyone like that? Can't you just call them something else?"

"I wish I could call them otherwise." She flicked her cigarette into the snow, pulling out another one. "The reason we call most people that is because they are. Always acting like they're something they're not and going around doing what everyone else is doing, it's sick."

"Wait, so how am I a poser?" I leaned back and rested my elbows on the steps behind us. "I'm pretty sure that I act like myself."

"Ugh, you're the worst kind of poser because you don't know you're a poser." I tilted my head, knitting my eyebrows together. She turned to look at me over her fat hill of a shoulder. "See, you're so blind to the obvious."

"Then how am I a poser if I don't know what I am faking?" She just eyed me over. "Wait, what am I faking?!"

She scoffed. "If I tell you it's just gonna make it worse."

"What? How? If you tell me then I can fix it."

"No, because then you'll just try to ignore it and pull people into becoming a bunch of conformists!" She hacked into her hand. "You seem close to figuring it out by yourself anyway, so it's best to not screw it up."

"Well that's not very fair." I was gonna continue arguing but the last bell rang. My face grew a smile that must've been ear to ear. 'Token's house here we come!' "Well, if I find it, will you help me fix it?"

"No." She growled. I don't know why, but I felt a little disappointed when she said no. I nodded dusted myself off and left to wait for Token out front.

10 minutes of waiting later; he texted me right as I was about to leave.

[Hey man don't leave just yet. I'll be out in a bit.]-Token

[K, im out front.]-me

I sat on the steps for what felt like hours, freezing my ass off. 'God, what the hell is he doing in there?' Just as that thought passed my mind the school's doors flung open with Nichole, in tears, running home in her cheerleader uniform. 'Oh shit...!' Token came out a few seconds later. "Hey man...I guess you saw that, huh?"

"Yah! What happened? Is she gonna be alright?" He sighed. "Well?! Why aren't you going to go after her?"

"Clyde," he said, "we just broke up."

Hey, it's zombie here. So, yah...review? Maybe...? Tell me what you think please! Please, if it sucked, let me know. Ok, byee!