A/N Oops I accidentally (but really on purpose) made you all wait again!

Stan's POV Lunch

"You all randomly burst out singing yesterday?" J asks. Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, and I all nod our heads. J smirks. Sh*t she has an idea! "I'm going down to South Park gonna have myself a time." She sings.

"Friendly faces everywhere! Humble folks without temptation!" Kyle and I burst out again.

"What the h*ll?!" Kyle exclaims.

"Ha! Those were the song lines I forgot yesterday! But I didn't..." J trails off on her last thought. Then shrugs. "Doesn't matter anyways."

"Why aren't you panicking about not coming back to South Park?" Clyde asks.

"Homeless means practically no rules for me Clyde. I can go anywhere at any time." J tells Clyde. Clyde face-palms.

"Well today is boring as h*ll." Kenny says. "Or as boring as h*ll is for me."

"Kenny your not f**king immortal!" Cartman exclaims.

"Oh no." Gaz mutters.

"Info." J says.

"Kenny and Tina claim they're not able to die." Gaz states. J goes blank eyed.

A few minutes later J's rock is sitting on the table showing a hologram of Kenny being run over. Then Gaz's sister being crushed by a metal support beam.

"So that's what those dead trees were." J says. "There are tons of them.

"I f**king told you b*tches!" Kenny exclaims. "I f**king told you!"

"Calm yourself Kenny." At least five people at the table say. Kenny ends his small rant.

The bell rings. "I swear they're making lunch period shorter each chapter!" Tweek exclaims.

"No Tweek they're already mad at me for that." J says. "Calm down before they make coffee non-existent."

"Gah!" Tweek yells.

Everyone leaves to the playground.

"So I'll try to get by here as much as I can. Maybe every other weekend." J tells me.

"Every other weekend?" I question.

"When did you expect me to collect food?" J asks back. "Now go hang out with your friends." She pushes me off the tree branch.

"F**k you!" I yell up with her.

"Sure when?" J asks.

"Since when are you Kenny?" I ask.

"Since Kenny's held an actual relationship for more than a month straight." J tells me. "Now go hang out with some of them so you actually know what's going on in their lives!"

I walk off to where the other guys are playing football.

Ten Minutes Before End Of School

"Okay class you get a free last ten minutes because we need to help you have social lives. Now get your a**es out of my classroom." Mr. Garrison says.

Everyone rushes out of the hallways. The other class is standing around anywhere.

I find J sitting on top of the lockers with a beer can sitting next to her. I teleport up.

"I should warn you I'm at least a quarter way drunk." J tells me. She does look like she's not focused. She takes another sip out of the beer she has. "So what's wrong with you right now?"

"Nothing. Just don't fall off of here." I tell her. She looks a little drunk, as in I can tell, now. "Give me that." I takes the beer can out of her hands. I take one sip then throw it down the side of the lockers. It lands in the trash can.

"Hey!" J says.

"Your drunk enough." I reply.

"B*tch." J calls me.

I sit there for the next few minutes making sure she doesn't have any other drugs with her. As far as I know she doesn't.

By this point the dismissal bell rings. Thank goodness for Fridays. I teleport J and myself to the playground.

"Oh sh*t!" J exclaims. "I'm supposed to have a party set up tonight at the burned down forest. Sh*t sh*t sh*t." J disappears.

About Two Hours Later.

"Wow your good at this." I tell J. Half drunk and she still set up a party. She even has a beer can in her hand now.

"I am just that amazing." J states. She's definitely drunk. And can barely stay standing without my help.

People are everywhere. Some with various drinks or drugs. Even a few goths showed up. Some drunk third grader is trying to sing at the karaoke machine but is drunk as h*ll. others are dancing and some who are actually sober decided to stand around and talk.

J is almost about to fall over. I try to keep her steady but she ends up falling on top of me.

"Sorry." She says attempting to stand bit just falling backwards into the snow. I get up and pull her up too.

"How many of those have you had?" I ask her pointing to the beer can she dropped.

"I don't know. More than I should have had." J replies. Oh gosh.

"No sh*t." I tell her.

An Hour Later

Okay, J is pretty much stable now. And a lot of people have left. Everyone else is just passed out. J moves her hand and they disappear.

"I'll see you." J tells me. She starts to walk off.

"When?" I call to her.

"ASAP." She yells back. She then disappears.

A/N Guess what you also get now? Yeah that's right an Epilogue!

J's POV Fifth Grade.

I managed to get over to South Park every other weekend. I still hold my relationship with Stan and the acquaintances with everyone else.

In West Park I'm still the weird homeless girl that knows how a party is set up. I have all my friends still there too.

i also go over to South Park for vacations. I went there winter break and stayed with Bebe for a few days. I went over to Stan's place for the actual Holidays because I was invited in. Yay I'm family! Actually I'm more of that friend that hangs around for no reason at all.

For spring break I lived in one of South Park's forests and harvested a bunch of berries I found. And threw a party at the burned forest again, kids from both towns all came.

Summer I just bounced around everywhere. It was pretty fun. But criminals love summer for some reason, so the small league we kept together had to deal with that.

Seventh Grade

Middle School is a b*tch. I still held connections with everyone and balanced a good grade in too. At South Park about every three weekends and on the breaks. I sober the whole summer there. Except for Shelley the Marsh family dies not give a sh*t of I'm there or not. I talk to Stan a lot through my conjured up phone. Yay powers, they are good things.

Katy attempted burning the middle school because of some teacher named Mrs. Gunny. Of what I've heard she's B-I-T-C-H. But they got the fire out in time.

Ninth Grade

I'm getting good grades but Advanced classes are hard. F**k life Or at least my ILA project, that I haven't started yet...

I keep my tabs through the internet with everyone and manage to make it to South Park for one weekend every month. Winter, Spring, and the last half of Summer break are spent there.

I managed to get a job to but real food. I've built a pretty good shelter because I can't just sleep up in a tree anymore, even though I still do anyways.

My appearance changed itself a little. But I'm not going to bore you.

Summer before Twelfth Grade

Stan came and helped me build an actual shelter with some if the power tools he has. Because yes we all still dress up and fight crime. But come the f**k on it's f**king awesome and bada**!

The internet is a life saver when it comes to keeping friends. Because of I had to go everywhere my head would explode.

I'm actually in South Park right now just walking around with Stan. I manage to get here for a weekend every month and Winter break and the last month of Summer break. Working as a grocery store clerk to be able to pay for groceries is very ironic. But f**k I got food right?

There's a week before school starts up again. My phone buzzes in my jacket pocket.

Katy sent a text.

'Look what I did ;)'

There's a picture of our high school in rubble on the ground. Should not have taught her how to gather gun powder from plants. But looks like we're at South Park High School for at least six months now maybe even the whole year.

I show the picture to Stan and he starts laughing his a** off.

Oh you probably want to know what the h*llI actually look like. My beanie has still has itself attached to my head that contains my waist length brown tangled hair, that the purple stripe has faded out of and was replaced with a blue dip-dye. I have my necklace with my rock still on it. Not losing that. I wear the normal black shoes sad everyone. My outfit consists of a baggy aqua un zipped hoodie, a light purple tank top that stops right above my belly-button. I'm still skinny as f**k. I can't pay for that much! The purple tank top reveals a tattoo I got of a blue flame on my right side. I still wear skinny jeans. Of course my body has changed but you could of expected that. I ditched my gloves though. By ditched I mean lost and never bothered to replace.

A car drives by. Stan shouts "Hybrid blue!" He taught me this game. It pretty much punch-buggy but with the stupid Hybrid cars. He punches me lightly on the shoulder and runs ahead.

"Hey!" I shout. I run to catch up and jump on his back. I cover his eyes.

"Fuck you!" He tells me.

"I'm not un covering your eyes until you do something in my favor." I tell him. "Like I think my small little shelf in my shelter is still broken . I need that fixed ToolShed."

"Stop calling it a shelter it's practically a small house." Stan says. "And f**king uncover my eyes."

"Are you going to come help me fix the stupid shelf?" I ask.

"I'll fix the stupid-a** shelf!" He tells. I hop off his back. Luckily we're right by his house and can sneak in the garage to grab the tool box.

At my little house there's three rooms. A room that has a mattress I was able to save up for. A small room where I just have a weird chair I tried to make that I just sit in for anything. And just a room with a shelf and table, that Stan had to build, in it.

The broken shelf lays on the ground where it fell. "I did not do it this time it just fell."

"Well sort through the pieces and help me put them back in place." Stan tells me.

We work on the stupid broken shelf.

A/N Yes! I can get started on the sequel!