A/N: Sorry if there is any spelling mistakes, I tried to get them all but sometimes I miss them. Well, here is chapter 4! It's my longest one so far too. :3 Little bit of K2 coming up next chapter, just letting you know ahead of time.

I didn't do anything to Butters while I was at his house. I swear! Well, I did tease him to the point where I thought he was going to die of embarrassment, but I didn't do stuff like that to him. I don't know, maybe it's because Butters reminds me of myself before I got so fucked up. Uh, a much more innocent and pure me but still. I wasn't going to be the one who took that away from him, because even if I am a jerk I'm not Cartman. I'm not gonna run around ruining every ones life on purpose so that I can laugh as the world turns to shit. Ya, that's Cartman's forte' and hobby, not mine.

It had been a while since I had relaxed and had fun with someone like that. Being around my group was always exciting and great, but it could be awkward and weird at times too. They were all so...bizare and hyped up, you know? They're was hardly ever a down time for us, where we could just hang out at some ones house and laugh at all the crazy shit we would do.

Butters and I drank so much Monster, (did I ever mention that I hate the taste of that crap?) we were bouncing off the walls for most of the night. We beat one of his video games five times, sledded down the stairs with a blanket, yowled at the neighbors cats until the neighbors threaten to kill us and tried to spit gum up to the ceiling while we laid on the floor, all in the same night. The sugar buzz ran out around 4 in the morning and I fell asleep on the floor almost immediately. Slept like a rock until Butters woke me up 3 hours later.

"Kenny! Wake up, wake up, wake up!" I groaned and rolled away from the annoying noise called Butters. No one should be so happy in the mornings, it can't be good for their health.

He poked at me repeatedly while screaming in my ear, "My bus is going to come soon and if you want to eat and stuff you need to get up now!" After a minute or so of him chiming that over and over, I turned towards him with the coldest glare I could muster so early.

He shrunk under my look while I growled sleepily, "If you don't stop, I'm going to punch you..." Nodding quickly, he got up and left the room shaking. Aw, silence...

When I was almost to the point of sleep again his alarm clock went off by my ear waking me with a jump. "Holy shit!" I yelped as I stared at the ugly ringing beast that was laughing with it's high pitched shrill. I swear that it was mocking me with it's shiny black numbers as it taunted me saying, "Hehe, I'm not gonna let you sleep! I'm not gonna let you sleep!"

Butters choseto walk in then as me and the hellish alarm clock were having a very important stare down. A funny look was sent my way as he shut off the alarm with an apology, "I forgot to shut it off, sorry." He continued to give me a strange look, and I suddenly felt a bit self conscious. "What? Is there something stuck between my teeth?"

He shook his head before laughing. "No, never mind. Well, I guess it's a good thing you woke up so we can go eat now and wait for the bus." He left saying that I could use whatever in the bathroom to get ready for the day. I changed into some spare clothes I brought and ran a hand tiredly through my hair. What was ahead of me today... Science test later, but there was no use studying because I would fail either way... Uh, partners with Kyle in History... Wait! Kyle...Stan... Concert!

Suddenly, I was excited for the day and I got ready really quick before bounding down the stairs to where Butters was making some breakfast for us. It wasn't much really, just some toast and fruit but it was still better then nothing. Yesterday it was a pleasant surprise to get a pop tart for breakfast, and today I'm getting more food! Yay, I'm living like a king!

I stole a piece of Butter's bread with a whistle while packing my school bag. Books? Check. Little bit of money for the concert? Check. Jewelry I stole from Butter's mom when she was asleep so that I could sell it on Ebay? Mmm, yup all there! Now I was ready for the evil S word place!

We munched on our food and chatted as we walked to the bus stop. We didn't have to wait very long before it pulled up and we pooled into it. We split up as soon as we stepped in so that he could hang out with his other friends and I would go sit by Cartman.

Truthfully, I would really rather sit by Kyle or Stan, but part of the super best butt buddies contract was being glued to the hip every chance they got. Which left me to sit by the fat boy and try to avoid being sprayed on when he talked. It also meant me hanging of the end of the seat as he took up the whole area. Not the most fun, but at least Kyle and Stan would sit right in front of us so that we could still talk. That was the first thing that happened as soon as I sat down.

Kyle whipped around excitedly babbling to me right away, "Oh, I'm so excited! I haven't ever gone to one before and I heard it's a famous band!" I laughed and felt myself getting pulled into his enthusiasm too. I nodded quickly before replying quickly, "I know right? I went to one when I was little, but still! That was only some small band and they weren't even that good." Cartman snorted beside me sticking his nose up into the air. "Ah don't know why you fags are so excited 'bout it. You probaly just wanna drool all ova' the guy band membas in their skinna jeans." I rolled my eyes before retorting, "You sure your not mistaking us for you?"

Before he could make a comeback, Stan had butted in eager to get his share in the conversation too. "Speaking about the band, have you heard..."

The rest of the ride was spent with Stan jabbering endlessly and us only half listening, nodding and laughing in the right places. Before long we were getting off the bus and splitting up to go to our separate classes.

I'm not going to even mention my day at school, because it was completely boring. Not a single thing happened that was worth mention. Well, except when I 'accidently' put the wrong ingredients in Craig's science experiment and it exploded in his face... Haha, that was fun... Until he decided to beat the shit out of me later, but it was still worth it.

Now we are all smashed together in Stan's blue Mustang driving to the concert, fighting over what music channel to have on. Kyle was stuck on pop, Stan and Cartman wanted rap, and I was fighting for rock songs. Not the heavy screaming metal crap, those ones make me want to stuff cotton in my ears. Eventually, the majority won so I was stuck listening to monotone singers go on and on about crap for an hour. I know that a lot of people like rap, but it's never really been my thing. Just my opinion, I won't try to shove it down your throat.

I couldn't have been gladder to get out of the car when we got there. Being crushed in the back seat by a fat ass who took all the room wasn't my favorite past time, but I could ignore that because of the fact of where we were.

The concert area was huge. Everything revolved around the stage, which was being set up as we speak. Even though we were about an hour early, it was packed full of people. Security guards guarded the entrance checking everyones ID to make sure they were over 18. Which was a problem... Seeing as we were all 16.

I swatted Stan getting his attention, talking as I pointed towards the guards. "Have a fake ID's for us Stan? Other wise, I don't know how we are going to get in." He rolled his eyes like I was asking a stupid question. "You think I would come here without a plan?" He snorted at me. "We just need a distraction so that they will leave the entry way. Then we just run through while there gone. Easy peasy."

I waited for him to continue explaining but after a few seconds of silence I asked, "And, how do you plan to do this?" He wordlessly pulled out a lighter with a wicked grin. "We are going to start ourselves a fire."

The plan was actually really simple, as long as we didn't get caught. I would smoke a cigarette close to one of the food stands that had a grill by it. When no one was looking I would 'accidently' throw it a little too close to the open lighting fuel can by it. It would cause a massive flame to break out and in the confusion of people trying to put it out, we would sneak through the gates. I picked a grill that was farther away from people, so that they wouldn't get hurt. We didn't want to kill anyone, just cause a scene.

I puffed out another cloud of smoke, glancing around to see if anyone was looking my way. Mmm, nope! Now was the time to push the first domino down in this domino effect plan. I walked a distance away before tossing the cancer stick expertly behind my shoulder. I didn't even look back, because I knew it would work. My aim was never off, which was a reason I was so great at basketball.

The startled screams of "Fire!" behind me proved my point and I split into a jog to get to the other guys before they left me behind. I was a bit worried that the guards wouldn't leave their position, but only seconds later they were sprinting past me with fire extinguishers in their hands.

I made it to the guys in time and we slipped in without a problem. Once we were sure that we were safely in, we were all yelling happily. Kyle high fived me saying, "Nice job Kenny! That throw was perfect and you should have seen the fire it was like-" Stan butt in with a pout, "Hey, it was my idea!" We laughed and walked to a spot as close as we could to the stage, which wasn't all too close considering the crowd but still had a good view. There was a bar inside the place too, so I saved our spot while the others went and bought some beers for us to drink while we waited for the show to start.

They came back quick enough with tons of bottles piled in their arms. It probably would last us all night with the amount they had! We had only drank enough to get a little tipsy when the lights had dimmed except for one spotlight directed towards the stage. Music suddenly filled the room with a beat so irresistible that everyone had to dance along to it. I kept drinking and dancing until the world started spinning and everything blurred together.

I honestly don't remember the music or band that much. I was to busy skipping between dancing partners and making out with random chicks in the back to concentrate on how good the music was or not. A drunken Cartman had tried to hook up with me at one point but I hadn't been that drunk yet to not be disgusted by him. He only shrugged before disappearing into the ever growing crowd.

It was fun for a few hours, but after a while I was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic and sick. I rushed out one of the back doors, glad to be able to breathe fresh air again. I could feel the twisting in my stomach reside a bit as I sat down in the damp grass. It was a pretty cool night, even though no where compared to the usual freezing weather. Thank God it's only fall and not winter yet...

Staring up at the bright full moon I felt a strange sense of Deja Vu. Wasn't I in a situation like this only a while ago? I swear it would have been almost exactly the same if Kyle came crashing through the doors right now...

"Hey Kenny, have you seen Stan or Cartman?" Kyle's voice sprung up behind me. Seriously, I think he's a physic! He always pops up when you think about him. I looked up at him halting with a gasp. The moon was shining down onto his face, making him glow ever so slightly. His eyes were shining out clear in the night capturing my gaze. The world turned into an emerald color, dazing me so much I couldn't turn away from the sight.

"Uh, Kenny? Did you hear me?" His voice shattered the illusion and I turned away embarrassed, hoping that my hood would hide the blush on my face. "No, I haven't. Why?" I asked glancing back up at him. He was biting his lip looking worried. He plopped down in the grass beside me prior to replying, "Well, the concert ended and I can't find them anywhere... Stan's our ride back remember?" I nodded understanding why he was worried. "You have your cell phone, right?" I paused so that he could fish it out of his pocket. Once he did so I continued, "Why don't you just call them?" He did so immediately biting his lip as the answer machine picked up for both of them.

He sighed and set his phone down. "They aren't picking up. What should we do?" Kyle asked tiredly, but traces of panic were hiden with his words. I talked quickly so that he didn't freak out too much. "Just call a taxi for us. It shouldn't take them too long to get us, and we both have enough money to get back right?" He looked at me thoughtfully and said, "You know, you can be pretty smart some times, Kenny." I sent a smile his way before laughing, "That's me! Smart old Kenny McCormic."

Kyle talked briefly on the phone before snapping it shut and giving me a satisfied smile. "How does waiting an hour for a ride sound?" I just shook my head and said, "Like we have much of a choice?"

This was going to be a long hour...