Author's Note: This is a chapter story I'm writing. Rated M for later chapters. Please read and review!

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Stan shifted his wieght from one foot to the other, his silky black hair swaying from side to side as he stood in his driveway.

God, how long would it take Cartman to pack some shit for a camp out?

Kenny didn't seem to care. Cartman was just being himself, after all.

He bounced absent-mindedly on the bumper of Mrs. Marsh's minivan. Kyle was humming along to his Ipod. He was glad

they all got to stay up at a cabin at Stark's Pond, but he wasn't to sure about fishing. Maybe the other guys wouldn't want to

either. Jimbo had insisted they take some old fishing poles and tackle boxes of his and, like always, Stan hadn't had the heart

to say no.

"Took you long enough, fatass." Stan complained, as a very disgruntled 15 year old Eric Cartman lugged a huge rolling suitcase

to the back of the van.

"Ay!", the larger boy replied, "Stop being such a fucking tampon-chewer and help me out here!"

"Why do you need so much stuff asshole?, it's only two nights." Cartman shot Stan a whithering look as he shoved his

Wellington Bear suitcase on top of Kenny's garbage bag/travel bag.

"God you're poor Kenny." Cartman growled as he shut the trunk, "eating smores and hotdogs is gonna be a real treat for you."

Kenny flipped him off. The boys climbed into the car as Mrs. Marsh came outside looking disgruntaled. She wished Randy

would take the boys up to their stupid cabin, but he was playing World of Warcraft.

The ride up to Stark's Pond was nearly unbearable. Cartman kept up his idea of "car games", and Kyle kept up his Ipod.

"Slug Hummer!", he yelled gleefully, punching Stan in the arm.

"Fuck off!", Stan groaned, rubbing his arm.

"Boys, no swearing!" Stupid fucking World of Warcraft.

Stan was starting to wish he hadn't waited for Cartman to get packed.

"Cartman hit me, Mom!"

"Knock it off, Eric."

"Slug Hybrid!", Cartman called out, this time followed by a punch to the pillow Stan was holding out to protect himself.

Kenny sighed. Stupid blood-sucking vagina. He looked out the window at the snowy Colorado mountains. The fresh

sugar-white snow glistning back at his pale blue eyes. It's been way too long since I went camping with my homeboys.

Kenny thought, we've grown apart a bit, what with Stan's sports, Kyle's Karate, and Cartman's...Cartman's.... What has

Cartman been do'in lately? Kenny was pulled from his thoughts as a pillow hit him on the back of the head.

"What the hell, guys?"

Kyle rolled his eyes and played a louder song on his Ipod.

When they finaly arrived, Mrs. Marsh drove away almost as soon as Stan and his friends got their stuff out of the trunk.

The old cabin was surrounded by beautiful old pine trees. Vines of Ivy were growing up it's dark log walls, attaching it to the

silent forest around them. Kyle looked around at the darkening woods and gulped.

"It'll be ok." Kyle nearly jumped at the sound of Stan's voice, and the feeling of his hand on his shoulder.

He smiled back at Stan, grabbed his backpack, and followed Stan, Cartman, and Kenny towards the old cabin.

The door creaked spookily as Kenny gingerly pushed it open; half expecting something to jump out and kill him.

It was getting late, and the first thing the boys did was open all their sleeping bags and put them on the floor.

The cabin only had one real room.

Cartman flopped down on his Terrance & Phillip sleeping bag and cracked a familliar grin.

"Who want's do go first?" He asked his bewildered friends.

"First at what, lardass?" Kyle sneered.

"Duh- you guys, we're in a spooky old cabin in the middle of the woods, miles away from home... Truth or Dare?"

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Author's Second Note: Cheesy I know, but it gets better!