A/N NEW OCS THAT WERE SUBMITTED WILL APPEAR IN THIS CHAPTER I AM JUST WARNING YOU OKAY HERE,

J's POV

I walk to my first class of second day, drama. Of course Zack made Evan, Colin, Ben, Mareike, Frankie, and I take drama this year, like the past three years.

The drama teacher seems okay. And other than my DI team I don't recognize anyone, wait Tweek is down there, sitting next to a girl that's not twitching, but bouncing.

"Okay this is how..." Look at that I've already stopped listening to the teacher.

After School

For some reason on both days I have gym and math class. Because that's just so important, both even have the same people in class. Can you hear the sarcasm in my thoughts too?

"What do you wanna do?" Stan asks me, we are literally doing nothing, just kinda sitting.

"Who knows who's supposed to care?" I say. "I got a nap in Math class today so I'm not tired."

"I'm suprised the teacher didn't notice that. You sit in the front row." Stan says.

"I'm suprised no one said anything to her." I tell him. I take a rubber band out of my pocket and shoot it towards the stack of boxes neither of us have bothered to do anything with. "I'm gonna build a box fort."

I use the corner space of the room to make a small room out of boxes. I find the rubber band in the ground and put it back in my pocket. Once finished I stand up. "Bombs away!" I shout, and shoot the rubber band towards Stan. Who wasn't paying attention and got hit on his arm.

"Are you starting a war?" Stan questions. He fires the rubber band back at me. I duck so it just hits the top of my hat.

The rubber band shooting goes back and forth with us moving around the apartment for what probably was an hour. And that is what's called high school level entertainment.

Stan finds a way to corner me against the wall while holding the rubber band in the position to shoot it at me. Once I'm backed by the wall and Stan is close enough he kisses me, oh look this is a whole other type of high school.

We make out for a few minutes. Don't worry we're (partially) mature. Partially. Mature enough that we aren't going to that level yet.

"Okay are we done?" I ask, breaking Stan and I apart. He's probably going to reply something stupid.

"For now." Stan responds.

"I predicted you would say something like that!" I exclaim. "I am the mental master of minds!"

"Keep thinking that." Stan tells me.

"I gave you psychic powers if I were you I would shut the f**k up." I say.

"Fine." Stan says. "I'll just steal your necklace in your sleep."

"Do that and you'll find yourself with a broken nose, black eye, and snapped neck." I say.

"Wouldn't I be dead if you snapped my neck?" Stan questions.

"Just shut up!" I say.

That Saturday

"Yay!" I exclaim.

"I'm really going to regret letting you throw a party here." Stan says, watching me zoom around the house setting things up. He walks into another room.

"Yep." I say. I finish setting up what I can set up now. "How much longer?"

"About an hour!" Stan yells from the bedroom.

"Okay! I have time to make Smiledip!" I exclaim.

"I really regret this already." Stan says, walking back in the room.

"Very good choice!" I say. "Have I drugged you with smiledip yet?"

"You haven't made it since the eighth grade." Stan says.

"But have I drugged you with it?" I question.

"Not as far as I remember." Stan replies.

"Okay!" I say. I start pouring a ton of sugar into a bowl, then add red food coloring.

"That's considered a drug?" Stan asks.

"It's like the next level sugar high." I respond. With backwards talking dogs and fist dolphin things but whatever.

Fifty Eight Minutes Later

Most people kinda just appear at in the apartment at seven pm. Meaning Katy, Gaz, Kenny, Wendy, and Tina. Kyle and Clyde fly in through the window. Token, Butters, Mareike, and Frankie walk through the door like normal humans.

"Okay. What are we supposed to do?" Mareike asks. She's practically the only one without beer or Smiledip in her hand, other than Butters.

"Everyone she's really, really innocent. So, whoever can get her to drink or drug first gets five bucks!" I say. Hilarious how someone would think I even have five dollars extra cash.

"Who thinks we should just hook her up with Butters instead?" Clyde asks. "If their both that innocent."

"We should drug them first." Kenny says. Tina punches him in the arm. Kenny looks at her. "What it'll work!"

"Who thinks Kenny should start muffling his speech again?" Tina asks.

"It's not that the speech is unmuffled, but all of us have been around him so long we practically see it as another language we were all forced into learning." Kyle explains. "He is still wearing the Parka."

"Did that break a record for amount if time a conversation spun wildly off topic?" Gaz questions.

"I assure you my English teacher can do it quicker." Katy comments. Yes Katy and I's English teacher is very good at distracting us from our work, and yelling at us for not having the work done.

"I'm wondering how this has taken up ten minutes if time already." Stan says.

"It's this thing called socializing, you and your girlfriend hardly do it at all." Token tells Stan. I'm not even going to try to prove that statement wrong, it will not work.

"I'm sorry that my family is dead and that I live in the woods." I say. I look around to see that Wendy, Bebe, Mareike, Frankie, and Butters had started a conversation on the other side if the room.

The four grills look at each other, then at the rest if us. "Truth or Dare!" They exclaim.

"Run and hide!" I yell. I duck under the table. Frankie grabs my jacket hood. D*mnit that's a bad weakness.

A/N Yay semi-cliffhanger!