"No Kaaahl, you´re doing it all wrong!"

"Then why don't you do it yourself, fat-ass?"

And with that I threw the tent poles in the sand. I turned around, clenched my fists to my sides, gritted my teeth and stalked off. I couldn't care less about the fact that my face looked similar to a tomato.

"Aye, you fucking douche bag! Come back! Help me out here!".

Cartman tried to crawl from underneath the collapsed tent that fell on top of him, but failed miserably and only managed to get himself into more trouble. He was stuck and he knew it.

"Fucking damn it! Kahl, if you don't come back I swear I'll kill ya, you heard me?"

I stopped walking, but I wasn't going to help him out. I'd rather see him struggle and suffocate then freed and crushing my every bone with his weight.

"I'm not going to help you fat-ass. You wanted to do this your way, well, go ahead. Fuck you," I shouted over my shoulder.

Then I started walking again, but this time towards Stan and Kenny's tent, who was already up. I heard some muffled insults and protests coming from behind me but I decided to ignore them completely. Stan had already set his mattress on the plastic bottom of the tent and was now trying to blow up Kenny's sleeping mat.

Stan looked up from inside the tent as he heard me approach.

"I can't believe you and Kenny ditched me with Cartman. What if he tries to kill me in my sleep or something? Can't I sleep with you guys? Please?" I whined.

"No Kyle, you can't let Cartman sleep alone in a tent," Stan said while standing up, "Besides, whether you like him or not, he's our friend and we have to be there for him, even if he's the biggest douche bag ever." Stan had the cap of Kenny's mat in his mouth, while brushing away some sand from his legs. He sounded really annoyed but that didn't stop me from trying again.

"But why does it always have to be me?" I cried.

Stan spits the cap out into the sand.

"Because you're the only one who is able to put up with his shit for over nine years now!"

Stan gave me a pained look.

"Besides, haven't you noticed that me and Kenny already gave up on him a long time ago?" he said in an irritated voice.

And with that he turned around and started walking towards Kenny, who was searching for some wood that we would need for our campfire later that night.

I watched him go, totally lost for words.

For a second I thought I heard footsteps coming from behind me, but I ignored it and kept watching Stan and Kenny fetch wood. They we're laughing about something and I wondered if me and Stan would ever be able to laugh like that again, like we did when we we're still in the fourth grade.

Suddenly I felt a very hard blow to my back and I crashed into the sand.

I didn't even have to look up to see who did that.

"CARTMAN, THAT HURT YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

And then he sat down right on top of my back, laughing, and sending me face first into the sand again.

Boiling with rage I tried to look up slightly, panting, and spit out the sand that got into my mouth.

"I swear to god Cartman," I growled, "if you don't get off me NOW I'll…"

…

"I'll eh, I'll…"

I tried so hard to think of something I could do to stop him.

"You what huh?" said Cartman between fits of laughter. "You can't do anything to me!".

I struggled some more but gave up after I realized it only exhausted me.

I just couldn't move that fat lard-ass.

After finally being able to control his laughter, Cartman shifted slightly placing his large hands on de small of my back. My eyes squeezed shut and I shivered at the touch.

He's gonna break my back, he's gonna kill me. Or something else, as long as it is painful. He will snap anytime soon now. But no… Nothing happens. He waits a little longer, and longer.

And longer…

Still nothing happening. I can feel that my butt is running out of blood by now and I can't feel my legs anymore. But I'm still waiting for it… And waiting…

…

Why is nothing happening? Isn't he going to kill me? No? I carefully open my eyes but the only thing I see ahead of me is the beach.

I can feel his weight shift as he leans down slowly, lower and lower, until his mouth is right next to my ear, while sliding his hands up towards my shoulders. His breath felt hot, blowing into my ear and against my cheek. A shiver is running down my spine as I feel my cheeks heat up. My heart starts to beat faster and I can feel that his is beating faster too against my back.

Wait a minute.

His heart is beating as rapidly as mine. What the hell. What on earth could he be nervous about right now?

I could smell his masculine scent again. It relaxed me. I sighed.

"Not gonna put up a fight, Jew?" Cartman whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. Then he took a strand of my red curls and started playing with it. I closed my eyes and leaned in to the touch ever so slightly.

Am I actually enjoying this? What the fuck! This is baaaaaaad.

I opened my eyes. Then my heart sunk to my shoes. Stan was looking at the scene, looking totally shocked.

This is sooo baaad. I panicked and threw Cartman off me in one swift motion.

"It was him!" I screamed standing up, "Not me Stan, it was him!".

Stan kept gaping at me and