Whoo! Only five more chapters after this one! And I'm planning a sequel for this. Yay! Anyway, hopefully Stan will wake up, so Kyle can smack him for being a drunk idiot. And maybe Kenny will do something about Becca? Who could possibly know?! Well, I do because I have a document that I wrote that details everything that's going to happen in this story, but pretend I don't. Anyway, here you go.

Chapter 10 – "Love Story"

"But you were everything to me, I was begging you, please, don't go"

Clyde pouted to himself as he sat in the stoners' camp. Craig and Tweek were in love with each other. He already got very little time to spend with Craig when they first started dating, but now that they had confessed their love for each other, Clyde could kiss his chances of ever getting to hang out with Craig alone again good-bye. Why had he been such a coward when they were younger? Why couldn't he have just admitted his feelings for Craig?

These were the things Clyde contemplated as he lay on his back on one of the benches, a joint loosely hanging between his lips. The stoners were talking about something, but he wasn't really listening. He didn't want to think about anything. He wanted to forget that he had just lost his chance to be with Craig forever.

As he closed his eyes, Clyde didn't notice Clay walking up to him and sitting down on the edge of the bench. He started a bit when Clay suddenly spoke.

"Hey, man, what's up?" Clay asked in a slow voice, "You seem down. Your blues are totally harshing out my mellow."

Clyde slowly opened his eyes and looked at him. What the hell did he just say? "What?" he asked, completely confused.

"Is something bothering you, man?" Clay wondered.

Sighing, Clyde closed his eyes again. If he had to vent to someone, might as well be these guys. "Yeah, something's bothering me," he replied. Almost immediately all the stoners were around him, listening intently.

"What's the probs, man?" Cherry said in her almost sexy stoner voice.

"You know my best friend who was here, Craig?" Clyde started to explain.

"Oh yeah, I liked him," Summer sighed, "He was hot. Kind of wish he stuck around longer. I wanted to take it a bit further."

Clyde had to suppress his urge to roll his eyes. Of course she thought Craig was hot. Everyone thought Craig was hot. "Well, he's dating Tweek, the blond kid," he continued, "And since they started dating I haven't gotten to hang out with Craig as much. And when I went back to camp a while ago to see what had happened to them, I found that they confessed their love for each other."

"So, Craig's no longer available?" Summer asked.

"Well, what's the problem, man?" Clay wondered, "Love is a beautiful thing, no matter who it's between! We don't judge here."

"That's the thing! I'm in love with Craig! And now I've lost my chance with him, because now he'll be spending every waking moment with Tweek!" Clyde blurted out without meaning to. He quickly cupped a hand over his mouth. He didn't want these near strangers knowing he was in love with his best friend!

Clyde was surprised when Clay suddenly started chuckling. He glared a little at him. There was nothing funny about this!

"Dude, you should have said something earlier!" Clay laughed, "All you have to do is bring your friend to the Love Tent!" Clyde gave him a confused look. The what tent?

"What are you talking about? What's a love tent?" Clyde demanded.

"It's a mythical tent right here in these very woods," Clay explained, using an overly dramatic voice, "Someone set it up deep in the woods long ago, but they never took it down. So, people take their lovers there for some privacy, and fill the tent with sweet, sweet love."

Clyde felt a strange feeling rise in his chest. "W-What do you mean by that?" he murmured.

"You just show him your love," Clay said, "No matter what, you fill your friend with your love! Show him, and he'll definitely be receptive." Then Clay winked.

The strange feeling in Clyde's chest was growing. Was Clay implying that he should get Craig to the tent and have sex with him? Is that what he was supposed to do? He didn't know how to feel about that.

But then again, maybe this is what he needed to do show Craig how much he cared about him. How much he needed him.

"Wait, what about Tweek?" Clyde asked nervously, "If I do decide to do this with Craig, and he returns my feelings, won't Tweek be in the way or something?"

"Don't worry about that, honey," Summer cooed, putting an arm around his shoulders, "We'll take good care of him. We'll make sure he doesn't bother you."

…

Kenny sat by the firepit, staring into the burnt-out ashes. He contemplated starting another fire to do some cooking, but he didn't want to go through the effort.

He had changed his clothes and washed himself off, but he still felt dirty. He could still feel the lingering guilt and shame from sleeping with Becca. He sighed heavily. Of course, he shouldn't have done it. But she always had a way of reeling him in. She always managed to reduce him into a sex-craved idiot. What was wrong with him?

Sighing, Kenny laid down on the log bench, staring up into the trees. Ever since he became a teenager, he was determined to be smarter than the stupid, perverted kid he had been. What had happened? Becca wasn't even really his type, especially not now. He wanted someone with more substance, but now he was deeper than ever.

"I'm such an idiot," Kenny muttered to himself. There was no one left around, at least on this side of the camp. Stan was still passed out in the tent, and Kyle had left to go find where Token and the kids had gone. Craig and Tweek were on their side of the camp nuzzling each other happily. Cartman and Clyde were who-knows-where.

Kenny didn't mean to stare across the way over at Craig and Tweek, but he couldn't help it. They looked so happy, pressing together, whispering gently to each other, sharing soft kisses. It made Kenny feel a little jealous. Why couldn't he have something like that?

He didn't realize that Karen had come back into the camp until she was standing right beside him, staring down at him as he stared over at Tweek and Craig. He startled a little when he finally noticed her.

"Don't sneak up on me like that!" he scolded her. Karen simply smiled in response.

"Whatchya doing, big brother?" she wondered.

Kenny shrugged. "Just staring up at the trees," he replied. Karen kept her smile, as if she could see straight through him.

"No, you weren't," she said, "You were staring over at those two being all cute together. Why are you doing that? Are you jealous of them?"

Kenny sighed. Karen knew him so well. "I guess a little bit," he admitted, "It's just… Tweek and Craig are in a relationship where they love and respect each other. They actually talk to each other. I guess I just want something like that."

As Kenny sat up, Karen sat down next to him. They sat in silence for a few moments, neither knowing what to say to each other.

"I'm not the best to give relationship advice," Karen said, finally breaking the silence, "Seeing how I've never had a boyfriend before. But you look kind of down, so I'll do my best. I'm guessing this is about that girl, Becca?"

"You're too smart sometimes," Kenny sighed, but he still smiled, "Yeah. I try to break up with her, but she keeps pulling me back in. It's like I'm under a spell or something." He sighed heavily. "I don't know what to do."

Karen scooched closer to Kenny and put an arm around her brother. "I'm sorry, Ken," she replied, "I'm not sure what it's like, but it must be hard. What is it that you like about her anyway?"

"Well, as a hormonal sixteen-year-old, I am very turned on by her appearance," Kenny told her, "I know that's kind of shallow, but it's not like I can control myself."

"Okay, well how about this: next time you see her, don't look at her as some sexy babe. Look at how she really is. Her flaws, the things that turn you off to her. Maybe it will help you say no to her," Karen suggested.

Blinking, Kenny stared at his sister. Then he smiled. "I never considered that," he said, "I always just see how physically beautiful she is, and all the horrible stuff just goes away. Maybe if I focus on the reasons I don't want to be with her will help."

Karen smiled back at him and leaned in and hugged him. Kenny hugged her back. "Thanks, Karen," he said, "I know what I have to do now."

"I'm always here to help, bro," Karen replied.

…

Kyle came back to the camp a few minutes later, some shirts in his arms. He had decided to cave and buy all of them T-shirts to commemorate their first festival together. He even bought some for Cartman and Craig and his friends. He thought it would be a nice way to remember this, even if some of them didn't want to.

When he got back to the camp, Kyle was pleased to see that Kenny was in a significantly better mood than when he had left him. Kyle then went into their tent and found that Stan was starting to wake.

"Hey, it's about time you woke up," Kyle noted, placing the bundle of T-shirts by his bag as Stan groaned and sat up.

"Ugh, what happened?" Stan wondered, holding his head. Kyle was sure he had a headache.

"Well, let's see, you came back to camp and started complaining that you messed up with Wendy," Kyle explained calmly, "You got drunk, even though I warned you not to drink. You were moaning about how you aren't good enough for Wendy, and she seemed distant. You kissed me. And then you passed out."

Stan blushed furiously. "I don't remember any of that," he muttered. He gave Kyle an embarrassed look. "I really kissed you?"

"Yup," Kyle replied, nodding, "You just said it wouldn't be weird, then you kissed me." He paused for a moment. "It was very weird," he concluded.

As much as Stan hated to ask, he felt he needed to. "Did I like it?" he wondered, turning away, even though he knew Kyle could see him blush.

"I don't know," Kyle admitted, "You passed out on me while you were trying to force your tongue into my mouth. I didn't get your opinion on it."

Stan let out a heavy sigh and laid back down. The verticalness of sitting up was making him dizzy. He felt Kyle shift to sit next to him and place a hand on his back.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"No," Stan mumbled, "I feel sick."

"Yeah, hangovers will do that to you," Kyle replied, "Just make sure if you're going to throw up, don't do it in the tent. I don't want to have to sleep with the smell."

Stan's only reply was a grunt. Kyle sighed and gently started rubbing his back, making slow circles in the center. Stan couldn't help but lean into it a bit. He was glad Kyle didn't seem too put off by suddenly being kissed. He had already messed up with his girlfriend, he didn't want to mess up with his best friend as well.

"Maybe I'm just meant to be alone, Kyle," Stan muttered after a while, "I'm such a screw up. I can't hold onto one girl."

"You're not a screw up, Stan," Kyle assured him gently, "Maybe there's something going on here that you're not seeing. Something that has nothing to do with you."

"I don't think so," Stan complained, "She seemed fine up until about a month ago. Then she just became distant. Always staring off into space, like she's somewhere else. And I can't get her to tell me what's wrong."

"Have you tried simply asking her what's wrong?" Kyle wondered.

Stan blinked stupidly. Then he slapped a hand to his head. "Ugh! I'm such an idiot!" he groaned, "Of course that never occurred to me! No wonder she's been so distant! I never talk to her! I never ask her about her feelings! I'm a mess!"

"No, you're not," Kyle said, then paused, "Well, ok, yes you are. But that's nothing you can't fix. Just talk to her."

"I don't know if I can do that," Stan whimpered, curling himself into a ball, "Maybe she's just better off without me."

Kyle let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine! Just give up without even trying!" he scolded, standing up. Then he stormed out of the tent, leaving Stan alone.

"And where the hell is Cartman?" he heard his friend shout.

…

Tweek was sitting with Craig at the campfire, gently nuzzling his face into his neck. Craig was smiling, a rarity for him, as he softly whispered sweet nothings into his ear. They had their arms wrapped around each other, keeping each other as close as possible. Tweek leaned up and kissed his mouth, and Craig kissed him back eagerly.

"I wish I had told you a long time ago how I really felt about you," Tweek murmured when they pulled apart, "We could've been doing this much sooner."

"Yeah," Craig replied, smiling warmly, "I don't know how I was able to resist telling you for so long." He leaned down and gently touched his forehead to Tweek's. "I love you," he said in a soft voice.

Tweek's eyes were sparkling. "I love you, too," he whispered.

Clyde watched from the trees, feeling tense. They looked so happy together. Was he really going to let his own desire for Craig get in the way of that? Probably, but that didn't mean he had to feel good about it. Taking a deep breath, Clyde walked into the clearing.

Neither Craig nor Tweek looked up as Clyde walked over to them. They were too lost in each other's eyes. Clyde cleared his throat to let them know he was there. Craig finally looked at him, pulling Tweek close to him. He didn't look embarrassed or ashamed at all that he had been caught canoodling with his boyfriend.

"Where have you been?" he asked Clyde.

"Oh, I was with the stoners," he explained, "I wanted to wait for my high to come down before I came back. I didn't want to get lost."

"You mean like Craig?" Tweek asked eagerly. Craig gave him a look.

"I don't get lost!" he objected.

"Craig," Tweek said seriously, "You turned a five-minute walk from the stage in the woods into a twenty-minute walk."

Craig blinked at him. "I thought you guys could use the exercise," he attempted to lie futilely. Tweek merely chuckled and kissed him on the cheek.

Watching them, Clyde tried not to let his jealousy show. "Hey Craig, I heard about this really cool tent out in the woods," he said, "They say it's haunted and anyone who steps inside goes insane. We should go check it out."

Looking back at him, Craig gave him a confused look. "Why?" he asked.

"Well, we have to go see if it's true," Clyde argued, "Are you seriously going to tell me you passed up a chance to disprove a rumor?"

Craig did indeed enjoy ruining people's fun by showing them something wasn't real, so he sighed. "All right," he replied. He leaned over to Tweek, giving him a quick hug and a deep kiss. "We'll be back in like, half an hour, ok, babe?"

Tweek smiled gently at him. "I'll be waiting right here," he promised. Craig nodded then got up and followed Clyde out of the clearing.

…

Token was rather surprised when he went to the main stage and found Tweek at the back of the crowd, sitting on a blanket alone. Hoping nothing was wrong, he quickly walked over and sat down next to him.

He was shocked to discover that Tweek had his arms wrapped around himself, and he was smiling. Token so rarely saw Tweek smile had thought that the twitchy blond had forgotten how. He gently nudged Tweek.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" he wondered.

Tweek looked over at him, his eyes sparkling. "I'm so happy!" he exclaimed, "Token! The best thing happened to me today!"

"What's that?" Token asked.

"Ok, so, you're smart, you've probably figured out I'm in love with Craig," Tweek started. Token nodded.

"I figured as much," he said.

"Well, we were with the stoners, and this icky girl kissed me, even though I didn't want her to, and Craig started kissing this other girl. And I got mad and ran off. Then Craig came back to camp and told me he was trying to make me jealous, because he wanted me to confess my love for him, because he loves me too!" Tweek explained rapidly, talking rather fast and his voice getting more excited.

Token grinned wildly. "That's so awesome, man!" he said sincerely, "I'm so happy for you!" He leaned over and gave Tweek a hug. Tweek reciprocated it.

"I've never been so happy in my life," Tweek breathed, "Everything has always been so miserable for me. I'm so glad that the one person in my life who makes me the happiest loves me back."

Usually Token would have been insulted by that comment (what? He didn't make Tweek happy at all?) But at the moment he didn't care. He was just so glad for his two friends. In his own opinion, they were perfect for each other. They complimented each other in a way no one else could. He knew they were going to be very happy together now that they finally confessed their feelings for each other.

Beside him, Tweek sighed happily and fell onto his back. Token couldn't help but smile along with him. "Jeez, Tweek, I've never seen you so happy," Token noted with a laugh.

Tweek closed his eyes, the smile never leaving his face. "I've never been this happy before," he murmured, "Token, I just love him so much."

"I know you do," Token chuckled, and laid down beside him.

…

Clyde was trying not to let his nerves get the best of him as he led Craig through the forest, trying to remember the directions the stoners gave him. He already felt bad for lying to Craig to get him to come out here, but he knew he would never convince him by telling him that it was actually a tent where people banged all the time. What was he supposed to say? "Hey Craig, will come with me to this secluded sex tent so I can make love to you?" No.

"Hey, Clyde," Craig spoke up, "We've been walking for a while. Are you sure you know where you're going? What if this tent doesn't even exist?"

Swallowing nervously, Clyde tried to keep his voice even. "Yeah, we're almost there," he replied, "Not a lot of people camp out this far, so we'll know it when we see it."

"I can see why," Craig droned, "Too much walking. And nature."

Finally, Clyde saw the tent, exactly how the stoners described. It was a large, luxurious tent that could easily fit around six to ten people. It was also tall enough that one could stand up with no trouble. It was a really nice tent, and it made Clyde wonder why anyone would abandon it. There was a small wooden sign in the ground next to it that read The Tent. Clay had told him that was to let people know they had found the right tent without giving away what it was.

"Nice tent," Craig commented.

"Yeah," Clyde agreed, "I wonder why the owners abandoned it?"

"Gee Clyde, I too wonder why someone would abandon a haunted tent," Craig teased. Clyde grinned and rolled his eyes. "Although, I have to say, it doesn't really look a haunted tent at all."

"Well, yeah. Haunted houses don't usually look haunted," Clyde argued.

"Actually, they do, but that's beside the point," Craig replied.

Clyde started to step forward. "All right, let's go in."

"Why?" Craig asked, not following. Clyde sighed and rolled his eyes. Why was this boy so stubborn?

"Well, we can't prove if it's really haunted or not from here," he pointed out, "We have to go inside."

"Fine," Craig replied in a monotone voice. He followed Clyde over to the entrance. Clyde waved his arms in a grand gesture of "after you." Smirking, Craig entered the tent and looked around.

The tent was completely empty save for a lone abandoned sleeping bag. Beyond that, there was nothing. Craig gave the tent a bored once-over.

"Wow, Clyde," Craig said in his most bored tone of voice, "This is sooo fascinating. I am so glad you dragged me all the way out here to see this."

He turned around and was about to continue his sarcastic rant, when Clyde suddenly jumped on him, tackling him to the ground.

How adorable is Craig and Tweek? Rate it on a scale of one to infinitely.

And who saw that ending coming? What's going to happen next? Am I going to have to change the rating of this to M? Find out in the next chapter!