(A/N: I don't own South Park, or Grease. Happy reading.)

Within two days, only about 12 kids had signed up. Which was a bummer. The list looked a little like this:

Wendy Testaburger

Bebe Stevens

Rebecca Tucker (If I were a graham cracker and Wendy was a marshmallow, Rebecca is the chocolate to our s'more friendship. Her cousin, Craig, is the most beautiful creature in the world.)

Lola Palmer (Oh my God, how we hate her. The Devil's spawn in a short, skinny, skanky package.)

Annie Polk

Heidi Turner

Pip Pirrup (That faggy British kid. I never knew he could sing.)

Stan Marsh

Millie Welsh

And so on. A bunch of bitchy girls and only four boys, including Pip, Stan, Clyde Donovan, and Eric Cartman. Dear God. Cartman, the fat, insensitive, racist, fat, control freak on the musical. We will never survive it.

"Kenny!" I shrieked at the passing blonde. Kenny was a childhood friend, gorgeous, friendly, and prone to accidents. Also the perviest perv on the planet. "Kenny, come sign up or I'll kick your ass."

"Do I get a blowjob if I do?" he smirked, scratching his name on a line.

I rolled my eyes. Still, Kenny was a valuable member to have onboard.

"Butters!" yelled Rebecca, getting in the short little fag's face. Butters was gay, we were almost sure of it. "Sign up or I'll tell everyone you blew

Cartman."

Butters blushed a glowing red and added his name to the slowly growing list. "W-well I would never do that, Becca, I only like girls," he stuttered, and scrambled away.

"Yeah, right," Rebecca called after him, flicking her deep red hair over one pale shoulder. Red loved to draw—especially on her face, all the creative makeup she wore—and was the school's accidental emo freak.

"You should so get Craig to sign up, Becky," said Wendy, smiling at me, and I flushed. It was a generally known fact I liked him. Who wouldn't? He was so gorgeous…and tall…tall enough for me. Incidentally, the sex god was walking by, and Rebecca grabbed his arm.

"Craiggypoo," she drawled, "Bebe was just talking about how you should sign up for Grease."

I blushed even deeper. That whore!

"What the hell, Bebe, musicals are gay," said Craig, flipping her off, but signed his name anyway. Then he SMILED at me and walked away.

Blushing so hard I thought my head would fall off, I stumbled off in the opposite direction, supported by Red and Wendy.

"OhmyGod, he signed up, writing all sexily, and then he flipped his gorgeous hair around and smiled at me…but OMG! That's only three new people! There are so many more roles to fill! And auditions are this Friday," I said in one girlish breath.

Wendy and Rebecca looked at me.

I looked at them.

"Kenny signed up," Rebecca beamed, attempting to hide it behind her red-painted fingertips and failing miserably.

"Oh my god, do you like him or something?" asked Wendy, checking Becky for a fever.

"A little," admitted Rebecca.

Looks like we all had our leading men on board.