Camp Rock

"C'mon Butters, you're an amazing dancer and singer! You'll have a blast!" The blonde girl spoke to her best friend, her crystal blue eyes glittered in excitement.

"Wendy is coming! And Craig and Tweek!" The boy pursed his lips. It was hard to say no to a girl like Bebe Stevens, especially when their other friends were involved.

"Fine. I'll go to Camp Rock" Leopold 'Butters' Stotch sighed in defeat.

"YEAH!" Bebe pounded her fist in the air and did a little happy-jump.

"Now don't you want to get the Hell outta this building so we can get on with our summers!" Obviously, she doesn't want to waist a minute in the horrible building titled "South Park High".

"I'm comin'" The boy spoke and ran to catch up with the girl, who was already racing out of the hallways.

"I'm so glad we only have one year left after this summer," she said somewhat thoughtfully when they stepped out the door.

"Yeah... Then all of us'll be outta this town." Butters frowned and emphasized the word 'all'. His friend knew why.

"But when we leave, we won't be leaving our friends behind." She put a hand on his shoulder, which helped a lot more than either expected.

"Wendy's dad is bringing all of us tomorrow, be ready at her house by 9 am ON THE DOT." Bebe jumped excitedly as she started to run off toward her house. Leaving Butters on the sidewalk watching her.

"See Ya!" He yelled after her. He started to walk towards his own house, all alone.

If those asswholes hadn't left him and all their other friends, he'd be walking home with at least one of them. Not all alone.

When he got to his house he silently stepped in, trying to be ninja-like.

"Butters!" all he could think was 'shit' when his dad yelled his name.

"Yeah Dad?" Butters stepped into the living room.

"What is this?" His dad held up the info-thingy for Camp Rock. Shit, he hadn't even thought of his parents' approval. Just the fact that Bebe was practically making him go.

"Where I'm going this summer." Butters replied warily.

"Oh No No No! You are not going to some little gay Pop Star Camp!"

"Yes I am dad. All my friends are going."

"Your friends are fags!"

"TWO OF THEM ARE GIRLS."

"I don't give a rat's ass, you're not goin' and that's final."

"Whatever Dad."

"Butters. You're grounded."

Butters groaned and started to head to his bedroom. When he was in there, he packed his suitcase anyway. It took a while for him to decide on what he'd need. But eventually he had everything ready. By then it was getting dark outside.

He grabbed his cell phone and began to text his friend.

'To: Bebe

From: Butters

Msg: Hey, can I stay over?'

He waited about five seconds before his phone made a ding to signal a reply.

'To: Butters

From: Bebe

Msg: course Hun. Get here soon. XOXO'

Butters just smiled at his phone for a minute before he grabbed his big old bag, full of stuff, and headed for the window.

"Okay Butters, you can do this." He repeated to himself in a little mantra. He threw the bag out the window, and it landed in the snow. Next he got out and climbed to the tree near the bedroom. From that point, it was an easy climb down.

He found his slightly wet bag and began to sprint towards Bebe's house, faster than he'd run before.

Once he was far away from his own house, he slowed down to breath and walked the rest of the way to his friend's home.

Before he could even ring the doorbell, Bebe was there being all naturally nice and pretty and opening the door for her friend.

She showed him in and got him a cup of Hot Chocolate. She placed a blanket around his shoulders, since he was wet and shivering a little bit.

"Dad won't let you go to Camp Rock?" She guessed correctly, first try, because she knew his family well.

"Yep. But I'm goin' anyways." Butters crossed his arms in a defining motion, he was sure of the fact.

"Okay Hun. But you better get some sleep if you wanna be useful tomorrow. D'you want my Bed or the Couch?" She stood next to her friend and helped him stand up.

"Bed" he said with a small smile. He and Bebe had gotten past the point where it'd be awkward to share a bed, they both knew there were no romantic feelings, so it stopped being awkward. It's like when Bebe and Wendy would share a bed, they were just using it to sleep. Nothing else.

Bebe led him up to her room and they both got into her Queen sized bed. They cuddled a little, as is normal. Again, no romance, just friend-cuddling.

And soon enough, after their good night's sleep, they were going to embark on an adventure that would make that one summer far more interesting.

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