Author's Note: Dude, this is my first fan fic, so bare with me xD

Tyde does not get enough love, people, c'mon! D: It's an interracial win :D


"Token, what's up with you?"

Craig eyed Token suspiciously when he noticed the tall teen's wide grin, raising an eyebrow. Token seemed antsy compared to his usually calm self.

Token shrugged nonchalantly, picking at his tray with his fork idly. He had an excited glint in his dark eyes as he spoke. "Wait 'till Clyde and Tweek get here."

"Where the hell are they?" Craig muttered under his breath, glancing around the crowded cafeteria with a disgruntled expression. "They're usually the ones who get here first, not us."

Just as he said this, their paranoid blonde friend, Tweek, slipped quietly into his seat, tray shaking in his hands as he sat it down on the dirty table.

"What's wrong?" Token chuckled, smiling slightly at Tweek's nervous attitude. "You're a little more jittery than usual."

"I- nngh- didn't get my coffee this m-morning," Tweek mumbled, hands tugging at his already loosened button down. His pale fingers darted from his chest to his ruffled hair, yanking at it irritably. "I can't take it-! I- urk- need my coffee or I'll snap!"

"Too late," Token shook his head in amusement, even though he did feel a bit sympathetic towards the blonde, who looked as if he were practically on the verge of tears due to his caffeine deprivation. He glanced around impatiently. Where on earth was Clyde?

Suddenly, the round faced boy jogged towards his friends' table, slumping into his seat with a loud sigh. "Oh my God- Mr. Mackey is so annoying!"

"What happened this time?" Craig asked with an idle tone, twirling his empty milk carton around on the table.

"He made me stay in his office after class," Clyde grumbled, glancing at his friends with an exasperated expression. "Apparently he thinks I need more help in geometry to keep my grades up if I plan on trying out for football again next year. Or some shit like that." All Clyde ever focused on nowadays was either girls or sports; Token snickered at his best friend's typical ranting. "Because someone won't tutor me anymore," Token blinked in surprise when Clyde eyed him accusingly, a snide look on his face.

"Hey," Token waved his hands in front of himself defensively, shaking his head. "I tried helping you study, but you always get distracted and want to do something else, so I'm done with this tutoring crap."

"Thanks a ton," Clyde pouted sarcastically, turning away promptly to chew on his pizza, cheeks puffed out in annoyance. Token sighed, elbowing Clyde lightly. "Hey- you need to get your shit together. It's not anyone else's fault you have a short attention span."

Before Clyde could make an argument out of this, Craig piped up, an irritated sting to his voice. "Token- what was it you were gonna tell us earlier? I'm not listening to you two bitch all through lunch."

Token blinked in surprise, then nodded quickly. "Oh, yeah- well, you know how it's almost summer, right?"

"No shit?" Craig sneered, rolling his eyes. "I though it was still winter." Token shot the chullo sporting teen a dirty look, getting a bit tired of his typical thick sarcasm. He crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his nose in the air with a mock snobbish attitude. "Whatever. Maybe you don't need to know after all."

"Damnit, just say it already!" Craig shouted impatiently, slamming his fist on the table. Tweek jumped in surprise, letting out a small yelp.

"C'mon, dude, what the hell's taking so long?" Clyde whined, frowning. "Spill; what's up?" Token snickered, thinking he'd kept it in for long enough, and smiled brightly. "My parents just bought this really cool beach house down at San Diego- they said we could all go down there after school's out!"

After a short pause, Clyde let out a whoop of excitement, pounding his fists in the air. "Sweet! Not a chance in hell I'd miss that!"

Craig pursed his lips, brow furrowed. "We have to go all the way to California?"

"Oh, Jesus!" Tweek cried, eyes widening. "Seriously-? That's way too far from home!"

"It's not that far," Token frowned at Craig and Tweek, turning to Clyde to grin at him. "C'mon, Clyde's the only one who's willing to hang out at the beach for a few days? Weak."

"I think I could fill the void," Clyde sniffed, glancing over to throw the others a teasing smirk. "It might actually be a little more relaxing than having to drag around a cranky ass and a caffeine addict every where."

"The hell with that," Craig glared at Clyde, flipping him off. The brunette shrugged it away, snickering. "You need to come up with something new, the middle finger's getting old."

"Well, how are we gonna get there?" Tweek bit his lip nervously, hazel eyes still wide and strained. "There no way I'm getting on a plane- no way."

"We can take my dad's car," Token suggested, shrugging. "It'd take a day or two to get there, but I'm fine with that."

Tweek sighed in relief, relaxing a bit. "Okay… I guess I'll go… I'm not sure about going in the ocean though…"

"That's leaves us with Craig," Clyde turned to the reserved teen expectantly, leaning over the table with an intent expression. "You're gonna go with us."

"No. I got other things to do this summer."

"Like what? Sitting around on your couch watching Red Racer all day?"

Craig snickered, nodding once. "Seems like you got it all figured out, huh?"

"C'mon!" Clyde whined, eyes wide with surprise. "Are you saying that stupid show is more important than your best friends?"

"… Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Dude-! The fuck?"

"I'm just kidding," Craig rolled his eyes, groaning. "I guess I can't bail on this, even if it means ditching R&R. I'll go… maybe."

Token smiled, shaking his head at his friend's as Clyde continued bickering at the uninterested teen. I'm surprised I can sit through this day in and day out.

Several days had past, Clyde already packed his things for the week long trip to the Pacific, constantly chatting to Token and the others about all the things they would do.

"Maybe there'll be some kick ass parties we could go to!" Clyde grinned in excitement as he and Token sat at their desks in geometry. "Or some fine California girls we could pick up, who knows?"

"I think you better focus on getting your grades up before our final report cards," Token rolled his eyes at the babbling brunette. "It's gonna hurt you if you don't wise up- next year they're not going to be as easy on you!"

"Hey- I passed my finals, didn't I?" Clyde snorted, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.

"Barely."

"Passing's passing, dude, and you know I can't figure out geometry for the life of me, so shut up."

Token muttered unintelligibly, giving up on trying to convince his stubborn friend, and turned back to stare idly at the board. I wish summer would hurry up and come… it's so close, and these teachers think we need "as much review as possible" before then? Like we're going to remember any of it after three months!

Token jumped in surprise at the sound of the bell, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood up, grabbing his things and heading out the door. The dark skinned teen fumbled with his locker, vaguely paying attention to the strange commotion nearby. He looked up from his combination, blinking at the sight of the circle of students bantering loudly. A fight? Sure sounds like it.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he left his locker and peeked over the group of bustling classmates, thankful for his tall frame as he craned his neck to glance at the students in the middle. It didn't shock him to see Eric Cartman, but it did in fact surprise him at the sight of Butters Stotch standing nervously in front of the large boy, looking as if he were on the verge of tears.

"Cartman, you ass hole, leave him alone already!" Kyle snapped, glaring at the teen as he stood between Stan and Kenny, both staring at Butters in bewilderment, the frail blonde backing away from Cartman.

"Why? The fag deserves every bit of this!" Cartman sneered, voice tainted with scorn as he glared at Butters. "You shouldn't even be aloud in the fucking locker room anymore, gaywad!"

"Cartman- cut it out!" Kyle's helpless shouts were ignored as Cartman continued jeering. Token glanced over at the nearest student, Stan Marsh, and asked with a thoroughly puzzled tone. "What's going on?"

Stan shook his head in disbelief, brow furrowed. "Butters… he just… admitted he was gay… Cartman's being an ass hole about it."

Token grimaced, not exactly surprised at this. He glanced over at the crying blonde, a sharp pang of sympathy at the sound of his quiet sobs. He knew what Cartman was doing was horrible, but understood why no one seemed willing enough to defend Butters. Living in the narrow minded town they did, even if they weren't homophobic, Cartman would be more than sure to rip on them and spread lies that they were gay as well, or something along those circumstances, pulling them into the circle of outcasts. Why does reputation have to matter this much to everybody…? Shouldn't we care more about how Butters is feeling?

He pursed his lips in frustration, glancing around the crowd of hesitant students. He caught sight of Clyde standing several feet away, the stocky teen staring at Butters with a mixture of guilt and sympathy.

"Damnit Cartman, lay the fuck off!"

Suddenly, Kyle shoved Cartman away, face twisted in anger. "Even if you don't like it, he's the way he is. Just ignore it if it bothers you that much."

"A little quick to defend the fag, aren't you?" Cartman sneered snarkily, eyes flickering from Butters to the defiant redhead, crossing his arms over his chest intently. Kyle bit his lip, but shook his head. "I'm not scared of you, ass hole, I know what you're trying to do. Just because I don't bash someone for being gay doesn't mean I am too."

"Sure it doesn't, Kyle, just keep telling yourself tha-"

"Alright, clear out of this hallway!" One of the teachers poked her head out of her classroom, staring at the large crowd of students impatiently. "Go to your classes before you're all late."

The group of teens reluctantly dispersed, Token stood there blankly for a moment, brow furrowed. Clyde looked over at him and waved him over. "Let's go, man, nothing to see here anymore."


Author's Note: First chapter up! :D I hope you guys liked it, reviews would be nice xD I'd appreciate it if anyone had any tips on this sort of thing, because all I bring is fail D:

Btw, I'm kitkat506 on devianart too, if anyone's on there :3