A/N: If anyone would like to have your OCs put in this story to be like, other recruits and stuff, then that would be great.
Guest, I honestly don't think I'm going to ship Kenny with anyone in this fic, if I do, it might be Craig or Clyde. Thank you for reviewing by the way.
I doubled over and put my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath.
"Come on McCormick! You still have a long ways to go!" Petty Officer Foggle snapped. I let out a loud sigh, it was only my second day of doing PT training, and already I hated Petty Officer Foggle.
Other than doing PT, myself and the other DEPPERS were learning how to salute, how to stand at attention, parade rest, and other various foot-work that almost made me fall on my face a few times.
When I told my friends and family about joining the Navy, my parents didn't believe that I would make it through, Cartman said that the Navy is gay, Stan and Kyle supported me, and Craig and his gang kept blaring 'In the Navy', a parody of 'YMCA', from their phones everytime they saw me.
After I finished running the 1.5 miles, I fell down onto my back beside a few other DEPPERS who were tired as well.
"Oh, don't think you're done yet, everyone get a partner, we're going to do sit-ups." Petty Officer Foggle said.
I let out a low groan, I hoped I would get into shape soon, that way my weekends up to my ship date wouldn't be full of painful muscles, burning lungs, and feeling like I was going to puke at every turn.
After PT FINALLY finished, I walked to the parking lot to wait for Clyde to come pick me up. He had agreed to take me to and from the Navy Office as long as I supplied him with a new Playboy each time.
Moments later, I heard a honk and saw Clyde's dark green sedan heading towards me. I gave him a small wave, and got into the car when he stopped.
"So, how was it?" He asked.
"Hell." I panted out as I took a swig from my water bottle.
"Have you started to develop abs yet?" He asked.
I let out a snort,
"No, I don't think two days of working out is going to give someone abs." I said.
"You know, Craig's dad heard about you joining the Navy, and now he's trying to get Craig to join." Clyde said as we drove to my house.
"Really? What does Craig have to say about it?" I asked.
"Well, he's seriously considering it, he doesn't really have much going for him in terms of what he wants to do with his future." Clyde said. Looks like we're in the same boat. I thought to myself. The more I thought about Craig enlisting in the Navy, the more I liked the idea, it would be good to train with someone I knew, to have someone to study with, and to share my woes about PT with. Not to mention, if we were at basic around the same time, I wouldn't feel as lost as I imagined I would.
"So, when's your ship date?" Clyde asked, breaking into my thoughts.
"September 9th." I replied.
"That far away? It's not even April yet." Clyde said.
"Yea, well, some people have to wait even longer before they ship out." I said. Honestly, I was both happy and sad about my ship date, happy because it still gave me a few more months of freedom, sad because I wanted to hurry up and make something of myself.
When I got home, my father leered at me from the couch, I saw that he had a bottle of scotch in one hand, and a bottle of vodka in the other.
"So, how's the big shot? I hope you don't think you're too good for this family just because you're in the Navy." He slurred. I ignored him and walked to my room, his yelling was a little bit harder to ignore, however, I was used to it, I knew that he would give up soon and just go back to doing whatever the hell he was doing. I didn't understand why my dad was being so rude about me enlisting in the Navy. I guessed that he was jealous, that he never made anything of himself. I didn't care what he, or anyone else thought though, I was going to make something of myself, I wasn't going to just be the poor kid anymore, I was going to be somebody.