Yeah... this one is... short. I really don't know what to put here, so go ahead and read it. I hadn't meant to make Butters chapter thisbut uh... I didn't really have anyone else I could just openly state things with without throwing in mountains of opinion. I'm not good a Butters' opinion. X3 I guess I could have used Clyde... oh well. Too late now. I refuse to rewrite it. Here you go. Wow. I guess I did have something to put here. O3O

I shouldn't have agreed. I should have said no. There's no way anyone would have sex with me.

I stepped off the bus behind Wendy, in front of Stan who was talking to Kyle over his should. Having heard that Kyle was a virgin, too, had surprised me, but I was sort of relieved. I mean, he was sort of popular, and him being on the same level as me at something was kind of comforting. Kind of.

Once all us and our luggage had been loaded off the bus, (to my horror it had sped away way too quickly) we were greeted by a girl, probably in her early twenties, with straight hair in a ponytail what reminded me of the outside color of a kiwi. She was wearing a white camp t-shirt, really short khaki shorts, white sneakers, had a whistle around her neck, and was carrying a clipboard.

"All right, guys, welcome! My name is Courtney and I'm the co-head councelor here at Camp Gotcha!" she said with a big smile. "You guys are from-" she glanced down at her clipboard, "South Park, right?"

There were mumbles of confirmation and Courtney made a mark on her clipboard.

"Great! We're glad to have you here! I have your cabin assignments right here. Now, I'm gunna post them on that bulletin board over there and you guys can go check it out. This is a pretty big place and it's easy to get lost for newcomers, so there are some maps over there as well. It's a good idea to carry one around with you for the first week or so, until you know your way around. If you get lost, just look for a senior camper or counselor to help you find your way to wherever your going. Senior campers always wear pins just like these, " she held up a golden pin in the shape of a fanged... er- thing, that had a cute little grin on and the camp logo on it's stomach, "so just look for them. Do you guys have any senior campers from your town?"

People started to murmer, "No," but a high pitched voice called out eagerly, "I am, Courtney! It's Pip, do you remember?"

"Oh, yes, Pip!" said Courtney who seemed absolutely delighted to see the little British boy. I liked her. She seemed nice. "So glad you came again this year! Yes, everyone, Pip's a senior camper, so if your lost or have a question and see him around, just ask him! Right then, I'll let you all go get your things and head to your new cabins. I'm afraid since most of you were late being registered, most of you will be living with your friends from South Park for the next eight weeks. But don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to make new friends, too! You'll have two hours to get situated. The opening ceremony is at 5:00 and dinner will be at 6. I'll see you then! Go on!"

Everyone broke away immediately, talking loudly amongst themselves. I could hear Kenny already saying how he'd 'fuck Courtney's pretty little face right off her big head.' It made me sort of angry. Courtney probably would get in trouble if he did that, and I doubted if she'd want to. Now Eric was saying how 'fucking retarded' she was. Why did everyone I knew have to be so gosh darn mean?

Our mass of teenagers had almost reached the little bulletin board littered with papers when there was a happy call from behind us. The voice was oddly familiar and odd in itself and called out familiar name so, of course, we all turned. "PIP!"

His hair was black and so were his clothes. His eyes were red and two of his top teeth were pointed. His smile disappeared the second her saw our faces staring back at him and turned into a hard glare. Only Pip was still smiling as he saw the son of the devil, who none of us had seen since third grade. (Except maybe Kenny, he'd been to hell so many times.) It was Damien.

Short... god damn it. I didn't want to end it there, but I just can't do any Dip from Butters POV. I just don't know what he'd think. Dip's too complicated to write in itself, and Butters is hard to write for and I really can't do both at the same time. 3 So I'm cutting it off here and switching to... fuck. Who should I switch too? I can't write Pip first person, it just can't be done. None of the mainies would give much of a fuck, neither would the secondaries... I can't write for any girls because I hate them all... -rants to you all because she needs to write it down- Damien, maybe? Can I write for Damien? Hmmm... I've never tried... I'LL DO IT! -heroic pose- I hope this works. X3 Loves? Reviews? Dislikes? Cookies? Oatmeal? Popsicles? Socks? FLAMES?! -hopeful eyes- All are loved. The dislikes would be loved moreif turned into flames, but, ya know. Whatever fits in your pocket. Hehe. That was good. Whatever fits in your pocket, I could use that! DUDE! No one else say that till I get it patented! -runs to phone- Yes, patenty people? I got a quote! WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T PATENT A QUOTE?!

Next chapter will be up soon! O3O