Hey Guys,

This is just something that came into my head, thought I might continue it through a crazy weekend. :P. Oh and I'm not going to ask for reviews, I much prefer story traffic. Reviews make my heart pound and my hands to break out in sweat, 'cause I'm so suave like that. *shakes head*.

Naturally the characters, place and all that jazz belong to Matt Parker and Trey Stone.

Chapter 1:

Kenny stared out of the window, gazing at the promise of freedom. In fifteen minutes it would be the end of the day and he would be free, over forty eight hours of freedom awaited him. He sighed, it was like time was conspiring against him. He already had planned out the weekend; X-box, his friends and whatever alcohol their four of them would manage to steal form their respective homes. Being seventeen sucked, so close to freedom yet still so dependant.

He glanced over at the clock, the smiley face seemed to taunt him as the second hand made it's excruciatingly slow journey around the face. I'm not even doing anything good this weekend! Could today just hurry up all ready! Kenny silently fumed. Imagine when it's finally summer, that's going to be the longest day of my life. He slapped his hand of his forehead. I should not have thought of that. Fuck.

Stan Marsh noticed Kenny's exaggerated movements. Drama Queen. He rolled his eyes. Thinking about the time was not going to make it go any faster Kenny. He knew that simple distraction would always work and Stan turned his mind on to one thing that always made the time go by. Wendy Testaburger. That girl could still drive him insane, they hadn't dated in over three years now and that didn't stop her from maturing into one smart, sexy girl.

It was like she had done it on purpose, she had gotten gorgeous just to spite him. Still outspoken and constantly fighting with Cartman, she drove him crazy when she got that look of determination: her lips narrowed down to a thin line, her hands went to her hips and a deadly look came into her eyes. He could only stare and hope to god that he didn't still feel the need to blow chunks everywhere. Stan slumped his head against the desk, Wendy was more a 'look don't touch' kinda girl. She was still bossy and bitchy as hell (and in moments of rare honesty) he knew that he could never date a volcano such as that one. So pretty until it blew you, and the world you knew with it, into the deep blue sea.

Kyle typed in the last few digits into his calculator and pressed equals. Copying out the answer into his math book, he glanced at the clock. Fuck! Only got five minutes left! He concentrated on the final math problem that he had left. Factorising and inputting the numbers into his calculator, he wrote out the answer somewhat messily into his book. Snapping it shut, he smiled contentedly. All done! Fuck knows I wouldn't have done it at home this weekend and that way Fatass can't copy my answers this weekend. Ha! Not so much of a nerd now, am i? Enjoy doing homework on the weekend loser! He was going to enjoy rubbing it in Cartman's face when he kicked back with 2 hours of extra X-box while Cartman struggled with the math in front of him.

He glanced at the clock again, thirty seconds remaining till the weekend started and they could ignore the fact they had school in two days. He turned to grin at Stan, seeing his head on his desk, knew he was thinking about Wendy. Now there is a position I would not like to find myself in. Kyle felt very little pity for his best friend, Wendy was attractive but hardly enough to cause such inner turmoil. Stan's whipped and their not even dating. He chuckled to himself, Stan needed to meet more girls.

He took a deep breath and exhaled. The flow of air pushing the spitball towards its intended target. It hit it's mark with accuracy. The white ball of paper stuck to the mass of black. Cartman grinned already reloading his straw again. At the end of thirty seconds there were ten spitballs stuck to Wendy Testaburger's hair. He suppressed maniacal laughter, he didn't want her to know until she was halfway down the corridor and someone pointed it out to her.

That's what you get hippy! Hope I'm there to see your face. Cartman could already picture the look of fury in Wendy's eyes. He had been provoking her since third grade, at first it was purely for the fun of it but then came junior high when she had started to mature into an 'actual' girl. It was his most guarded secret, his crush on Wendy was something he had never said aloud. But he continued to provoke her, to have her angry and lean in as she was telling him off was pure heaven. Her face would be so close to his her could feel her breath on his face. No wonder so many fights end in sex... He was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of the bell. He packed away all evidence of his crime and got out of his seat.

They were free, the weekend was theirs.