I sighed contently to myself and stared at the wonderful place I'd be staying. When we were all off of the bus, I as well as everyone else was eager to see our cabins. Unfortunately though,

They sucked.

That's all I could say about them.

I knew we'd have to be used to them, but I didn't really want to sleep in that thing for all the time. I guess that you could say they weren't that bad, they just weren't any good either.

Sharing a room with 3 bunk beds, a bathroom, a mini fridge, one window and some newly put in carpet, was what described our room mainly. It was small; not nearly enough room for 6 people to spend there summer in there. I mean, it did have its plus sides, but other than that, not a great place to be.

We'd manage though.

Of course by us, I mean, Stan, Kenny, Cartman, Butters, Tweek and I. Tweek being in there wasn't a plus side at all. He'd be screaming all night, and no one would ever get any time to sleep. Maybe sometime later, one of us could ask him to be removed from complaints.

"Kyle?" I blinked a few times and looked over at Stan, who was carefully unpacking some of his things and putting them into one of the slide out drawers under the bottom bunk.

"Yeah?"

"Which bunk do you want? Top or bottom?" He asks me, barely sparing a second to look away from what he was doing.

"Doesn't matter to me, either is fine." I reply nonchalantly, studying the cabin intently.

"No. Choose. Top or bottom?" Stan persists. Why did it matter to him so much what bunk I took?

"Okay, top," with that, he throws up my pillow that is lying in my suitcase up to the top bunk.

"There ya go."

I take out a few things from my suitcase and begin to place them into the neighboring drawer under the bottom bunk.

"Who the hell am I supposed to share a bunk with?" Cartman asks, rushing into the room.

"Where were you fatass?" I blurt out causing laughter from the room.

"In the cafeteria? We just got here dude," Kenny says, cracking a smile. He runs a hand through his blonde mess of hair and stares at us with blue eyes.

"No Kenny," he says emphasizing his name when he speaks, "I wasn't in the cafeteria. I was asking if I could switch cabins, but this lady had a whole bitch fit about how I was already assigned here." He's fully in the room, and shuts the door behind him loudly, leaning against the wooden board of the closest bed to the door.

"Who else would you get moved with? I don't think anybody else wants you in there cabin as much as we don't," states an orange hooded boy who is hanging his body half off the top bunk, swinging his arms around carelessly.

"Shut the fuck up. I've got more friends than you poor boy."

"Your mom doesn't count as a friend, and neither does food."

"AY!"

At that point, Butters has come out of the bathroom after a minute to see Cartman standing there, pissed as usual. "Hey Eric, you can share a bunk bed with me If you'd like."

Taking a look around the room, he sees his options and turns back to Butters with an annoyed expression. "Well, it's either that kid on welfare or the other kid who will be screaming his ass off all night. I think you're the least annoying out of them all. I'll be on the top one."

"Do you really think the top bunk will be able to hold you up?" Stan retorts.

"Shutup!"

Butters roles his eyes and sits back down. He absolutely hated it when people made fun of Cartman. "Everyone just stop it. Go on the top Cartman."

Butters, he'd changed a lot throughout the years. The thing most people noticed about him that changed was that his voice was completely different. He'd stopped stuttering back in 6th grade and he didn't sound nervous like usual. His appearance had differed somewhat to. His blonde hair now covered his full head but was short. His favorite color was still blue so he always had a blue shirt or something like that.

"Well thanks, I guess," Cartman replies to the smaller blonde.

When everyone is sharing a bunk bed and has everything arranged, Kenny unwillingly bunks with Tweek for the sake of everyone else, and because he was his last resort. I wouldn't have terribly minded to share one with Kenny, but Stan and I had already planned everything out.

"Alright everyone, time for a tour of the camp; get on some sneakers and bug spray. It's gonna be awhile," a camp counselor rushes quickly in and out of the room to spread the news to other cabins.

All the members of our cabin head out and meet with all the other groups. All together there are probably only about 20 people. Stan and Kenny each walk on one of my sides, both almost fighting to talk to me. I find it strange, but I really sort of ignore the two.

"So Kyle, how do you like the cabin?" Stan asks.

"It's just great isn't it?" Kenny interrupts. "We're gonna have so much fun this summer!"

"Yeah, I guess s--." Only to be cut off…

"The best summer ever!" Stan exclaims.

"C-can you guys just stop for a minute? I'm getting a headache."

With that, both of them are silent for the rest of the walk, but I know that can't last.

First, the director leads us to the lake. It's the closest thing to us and she tells us about how we are allowed to go here when a life guard is present, at assigned times throughout the day.

The second place she directs us to, is the nearest first aid room. Nothing any of us would probably end up needing. Well that's not true. The next place she brings us is the outskirts of the woods. It's just like any regular woods, but there are maps everywhere inside and lots of red flags that can lead you back to camp when you get lost.

After that, we are brought to the campfires. There are two campfires set up about 5 feet away from each other that are literally huge and used almost every night to roast marshmallows and tell horror stories by the camp fire. I can just imagine Cartman sitting there telling stories about the Holocaust, attempting to scare the shit outta me.

We were taken to a few other places, and Stan and Kenny began to run there mouths off again.

"Isn't that so cool?"

"We should go there later!"

"This is gonna be so much fun."

"I brought some extra marshmallows in case they ever run out for a while."

"Okay both of you! Stop it! I don't know what's come over you but it's annoying as hell! Can you both just seriously, stop?" I yell, and by then they're both once again quiet, and I know it will be that way for a while this time.

Back in out cabins after an hour long tour, neither Stan nor Kenny speak to me. I have a feeling that I really ticked them off, so decide to ask about it. "Are you both really pissed at me?"

They shake their heads in response.

"I just wanted you guys to stop like, pushing to talk to me. It was kind of, weird. I just couldn't fully concentrate on two conversations at once. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. It was just getting annoying."

"We're not mad at you Ky," Stan reassures me.

"Then why aren't you speaking to me?"

"We are now," Kenny adds.

I lay back on my pillow. This is going to be a long ass summer.

Later that night, after we're all back from hamburgers for dinner and marshmallows by the fire, Kenny wanders outside somewhere and Stan comes and sits up on the top bunk.

With everyone else talking around us, Stan and I begin a quiet conversation.

"How are you enjoying the camp?"

"It's fine," I say, "It's not like heaven on earth or anything but it's not so bad either."

"I agree. We can live though, right?"

"I guess so, dude. I'd like it even better if you and Kenny weren't being annoying as hell and so, like, talkative."

"Hey, you can't help being so popular."

"That's the thing, I'm not."

"Sure you are." He says.

"So being the smartest kid in all my classes, having these crazy red curls, and having the oddest color eyes, that, that makes me popular?" I sarcastically ask him.

"Being smart has its advantages you know. So what if you're smarter than everyone else? Is that so bad? You're hair isn't so bad either. It's kind of nice actually. And green eyes are hot. Are you kidding? Anyone would love to be you."

"Says you, I can't think of anyone who would want to be me."

"I would." Stan mentions, looking over at me with his light shade of chocolate brown eyes.

"Okay, why are we talking about this?"

"I don't know. What else is there to talk about?"

"I guess nothing."

"I have an idea," he begins, trailing off slowly but smiling too.

"Yeah what?"

"Something we should talk about, while Kenny's not here."

"What is that, exactly?" I question.

Though, at that point, Kenny walks into the room. Perfect timing Kenny. Stan, however, doesn't notice him, and leans over to whisper something in my ear.

"I love you."

Kenny turns his head up, most likely not hearing, but probably wondering what Stan just said.

Wait.

Stan just told me…

That he loved me?

"Kyle?" Kenny asks, "What are you two talking about?"

With my face redder than it has been in probably a while, I manage to stutter out, "N-nothing," so unconvincingly that no one would have believe it. Stan hopped down off of the bunk bed and went back down to his.

"Goodnight, everyone."

I didn't fall asleep that night.