AN: Dedicated to Chocolateoholic13. Enjoy.

Hollywood. The biggest place, for the biggest stars, and the biggest dreamers. Nothing here is small. Your in the city of wonder, the city of lights. Once you come in, you never leave the same.

Disturbia. The most renound night club in all of California. Stars come from all over to get in and loose themselves to the beat and the drinks. Like it's hometown, Disturbia does nothing small. The drinks, the music, the drugs, then passion. Disturbia is the place where you dance with the devil and never look back. Once you enter Disturbia, you will never leave the same.

"Dudes! You ready for this?" Stan asked, excitement radiated off of him. From the moment we got in Hollywood everyone we ran into talked about the night club called Disturbia. Creepy name in my opinion, but all the other guys insisted we went. We're gonna be here all summer, so why do we have to go now? But I kept my mouth shut.

"Totally! I'm gonna dance till morning." Kyle shouted. He was dressed in a orange tee shirt, his crimson hair straitened to perfection and a pair of lime green skinnies. Stan was at his side with a dark blue tee that had had Green Day printed on the front. The two besties look like a couple of little girls going to a Justin Beiber concert, I don't think its possible for them to hold still for 2 minutes without shouting something about their excitement. And we've been standing in line with them for the past 2 hours.

We were next in line to get in. I just hope our fake ID's will work. Kenny, who was at my side, clad in a orange sleeveless jacket and baggy jeans smirked and handed the bouncer his ID. He was the only one here that was actually 18 besides Craig. The bouncer nodded and let him in. But before stepping in he looked back at our group, "I'm gonna get some tonight." The turn and screamed, "Hey ladies! Who wants some Colorado Cowboy?" And disappeared into the crowd. Sometimes I'm embarassed to be with my friend in public, now was one of those times.

Craig scoffed and leaned down to his boyfriend Tweek and whispered, "He's such a man whore." Tweek nodded. He was so hyped up on caffeine he was still. Not even clutching his green messily buttoned dress shirt. Craig and Tweek didn't bother to dress up to come to the club, Craig in his usual royal blue sweat shirt and jeans, while Tweek had on his favorite green dress shirt that was 2 sizes too big for hm.

They entered without a problem and waited for the rest of us on the other side. Cartman was next, he had a red sleeveless shirt on, I'm guessing to display his toned chest and muscular arms. Cartman had allways been a show off, why should I expect any different? He entered and waited next to Craig, Tweek, Stan and Kyle.

Clyde and Marjorine (My Twin sister) Flashed their fake ID's too and walked in without a problem. Now it was my turn, I was so freaked out by this guy, he was missing one eye and had scars all over his body. Just the air around him sent shivers down my spine. This guy was really good at his job.

I showed him my fake ID and prayed to whoever was up there to not get caught. And I didn't, he handed me my Id and let me. in. I came up to everyone, Cartman pulled out his cell phone, "Ok, lets meet back at the apartment in the morning. If you don't show up, you don't get back in the house." Everyone nodded. Kyle had a look on his face like he wanted to kick Cartman's butt right now, but he didn't. Most likely because Cartman is paying for this whole trip. "And if anyone sees po' boy tonight, tell him too." Everyone agreed and went their separate ways. I followed Stan and Kyle to the bar, maybe one drink would help me loosen up. But just one, I don't like drinking, but I'll have one tonight. It's a party right?

So Stan, Kyle and I take a seat at the bar. Kyle flashes a flirty smile at the bartender and flips his hair. She blushes, "Hi hon, what can I get you guys?" Kyle leans in, pulling moves on the bartender that only Kenny and him can pull off. "I'll take 3 shots of whiskey." he whispers something in her ear that makes her blush even harder.

Collecting herslef, she wipes off imaginary dirt off her hands and asks Stan what he wants Stan glances over at her with disinterest, "I want some Banana rum. What about you Butters?" I raked my mind for names of drinks, I'm not very enlightened in the alcohol field. "Umm... Sex On The Beach?" She nods and turns to make our drinks.

Kyle leans over to look at me, "Do you even drink Butters?" I shook my head.

When the bartender came back with our drinks Stan and Kyle were in the middle of a heated conversation. "-There is no way this place is cursed or what ever your talking about Kyle."

The bartender cocked an eyebrow, "What are you two talking about?"

Kyle glared over at Stan, "I heard this place was like, cursed or something. That people come out changed."

"Some people do come out changed." She agreed.

Stan scoffed, "Well people get fucked up at clubs sometimes."

The bartender leaned in to us, glancing around nervously, looking at Stan she said, "I'd listen to your friend if I were you." THAT was a little freaky for me.

Kyle laughed and leaned back in his stool. "But it's just a rumor." he dismissed the whole thing like it was no big deal.

She turned and left to take care of another customer. "Sure. Just be careful."

xXdIsTurbIaXx

The music was blasting, bodies were melting to the beat. Everything was so bright, the flashing lights, the faces, the drinks, the smell of weed heavy in the air. Kyle and Stan had disappeared into the crowd an hour ago, after downing at least 12 drinks. I was alone at the bar, I hadn't even finished my Sex On The Beach. Which I thought was good, but I just wasn't very thirsty. The DJ came on as a blonde girl about my age sat down next to me.

"Wats up Hollywood? You guys ready to ROCK!" The crowd goes wild, shout come from every direction everyone is pumped. "'ight then, heres your host Damian T!"

A dude with strait black hair comes up to the DJ booth at the front of the club, his aura just screams partier. He flashes his perfect white teeth at the Dj then takes the micophone"Sup Hollywood! Lets start this Saturday off right with our song! DISTURBIA!" The crowd sets back in motion, as Disturbia by Rihanna booms from the speaker. The bass is pumping my eardrums.

Theblonde girl looks over to me, "You don't drink much. Do you?" she yells over the music in a heavy brittish. Her bright blue eyes outlined with thick black eyeliner. A snow white blouse clings to her level chest while a red plaid skirt compliments her feminine hips. I shake my head. She smiles, and extends her hand to me. "Well, that makes two of us. Wanna dance?"

I take her hand and we make our way to the dance floor. Our bodies move to the beat. We grind, we kiss, we dance. I'm sucked in to this rhythm. All my senses kick into over drive, wow... And I didn't even have a full drink. This clubbing is awesome. I feel on top of the world, everything goes so fast... I never want to leave.