YEAH! I'm doing good on updating! Yay! Craig and those guys in this chapter! Fun fun! I'm still waiting for feedback on my picture from Chapter 4 and reponses to THE POV CONTEST. NO ONE'S GUESS IT YET! Enjoy!
The inside of Cabin 1 was a lot larger and nicer than ours. The two bunkbeds were both placed sideways on the back wall, their feet almost touching, and there was a little side table next to each. There was a round coffee table in the center of the room with four cusiony chairs around it. There were also shelves all around the room, and a little mini fridge in the front left cornor.
"Why do you guys get a nicer cabin than us?" I asked plainly.
"Because we're top of the line," said Oliver sitting in one of the chairs while Pip did the same. "Please, sit."
Butters and I sat, him giving me a petrified glance. "Why are you top of the line?"
"That's a different matter," said Oliver sharply. "You'll hear about it at the ceremony tonight. For now, let's talk about Cartman."
"Why do you need to talk to us about fat ass?" I asked confused.
"Because we believe he may cause problems and it's our duty to identify his allies," said Oliver. "We need to know you and your friends exact relationship with him."
I sighed. "Look... what's your name?"
"Oliver."
"Look, Oliver. We've known Cartman since preschool and consider him our friend, even though we hate his guts. He a self-centered, racist, anti-semetic bastard with a whore for a mom and a screwed up sense of humor. No body likes him. We only hang out with him because if we didn't, he'd spend absolutely all his time screwing up people's lives. He does it anyway, but a lot of it's turned into jabbing insults at us every chance he gets. He's killed a guys parents and fed them to him just because the guys cheated him out of, like, 16 bucks. But he also was the brains behind helping us save baby cows from being turned into veal. Mostly he's an ass hole, but he's smart and sometimes we need him around. None of the rest of us are jerks, nor do we agree to anything he does."
"And that goes for all of you?" asked Oliver quietly.
I nodded. "I'm a nerd, he's shy as hell," I pointed my thumb at Butters," and Stan, the black haired one, is the nicest guy I know. Kenny, the blond, is a bi slut, but that's it."
Oliver was quiet for a minute as he contemplated the information. Pip was smiling and Butters looked ready to explode.
"Your name?"
"Kyle."
"And yours?"
"B-Butters..."
He nodded again. "So what your saying is the only one I need to worry about is Cartman?"
"Yes," I confirmed.
He nodded once more. "Alright, Kyle, I'll take your word for it. I'm going to need to ask you to keep an eye on him. Tell me, Mace, or Damien if he's planning anything."
"Not Pip?" I asked jokingly, making Oliver smile. Then I shook my head. "Won't do any good. He's always planning something, and no one can ever tell what until it's too late. I can usually tell when he's planning something, though, so I'll keep you notified. Can we go now?"
He nodded for the last time. Me and Butters stood up and started for the door.
"One more thing," I said turning back around to look at him.
"Yes?"
"Do you know Damien's the son of the devil?"
The closed his eyes and was silent for a bit. Then he sighed and stood up. "Yes. But Mace doesn't, and Damien doesn't know I know. He told Pip he's afraid we'll treat him differently if we know, so I'm not going to say anything. Pip said South Park kids know. Try to convince them not to say anything."
"I'll try," I said turning back around and pushing open the door.
The scene played in my head and I sighed.
"Something wrong, Kyle?" asked Kenny sweetly.
We were in the game room now. Stan was winning against Butters in air hockey while Cartman beat frantically at the pinball machine. Kenny and I were playing pool. It was 4:30.
"Just thinking about what Oliver said," I said shaking my head.
"The guy with glasses?" he asked, his eyes darkening.
"Yeah," I said lowering my voice so Cartman couldn't hear. "He's not a bad guy. He's just trying to protect the kids here from Cartman."
Kenny glanced at him. "What'd he say?"
"Asked about our relationship with us. I told him Cartman was the only one he needed to worry about."
"You lied to him?"
"What?!" I asked, surprised. He grinned.
"Well, I'm not leaving without seducing a couple of his precious kids."
"God dammit, Kenny, I told him you were a bi slut," I said acidly. "I think he got that."
He laughed. I smiled. The door to the game room opened and in came Craig and those guys.
"Ho, Craig," said Kenny pleasently. "Where ya been?"
"Getting situated, checking out the lake, and being harrased by some ass holes in Cabin 1," he replied irritabley. "You?"
I noticed Tweek looked more freaked out than usual.
"Getting situated, being harrased by Cabin 1 people, and playin' games," replied Kenny happily.
"You guys, too?" asked Clyde, grabbing the gun out of a shooting game and pointing it, one eye closed.
"Yeah," said Stan, stopping the slowly moving puck by placing his... whatever they're called on top of it. "The big guy gave Cartman a bloody nose."
Token snickered, eyeing Cartman who hadn't seemed to notice their entry. His nose was slightly swollen and he had little pieces on Kenny's shirt up his notrils. "What'd he do?"
"Called them all gaywads," I explained. "I think it was in defence of Pip and Damien."
"It was."
The confirmation came from Mace himself, who had opened the door with the other three behind him. Craig pushed Tweek behind him and glared at them.
"We didn't hurt him," said Oliver cooly to him as the four walked across the room to a door in the back I hadn't noticed.
"What do you fags want?" snarled Cartman, turning to look at them. Mace ignored him this time, perhaps not wanting to dirty the floor with blood.
"Only our papers," said Oliver taking out some keys and fitting one into the doornob.
Everyone looked at him curiously as he entered and returned with a folder that said 'For Cabin 1' across the front. They walked out silently, Oliver stopping beside me and smiling. "Told you we were top of the line."
Then they left. Everything was silent for a minute until Kenny spoke up.
"What'd they do to Tweekers?"
Craig blinked. "Oh. Dragged him into their cabin and freaked him out." He looked worriedly at his boyfriend.
"Did they just ask you questions about you guys?" I asked, having a feeling Oliver was just scanning all the South Parks for involvement with Cartman just in case.
"They- I think so- gah! I don't know!" shreiked the twitchy blond.
"That's what they did to me and Butters," I told him. "They're just looking out for non South Park kids."
"Why are we different?" asked Clyde.
I averted my eyes toward Cartman who had returned to beating up the pinball machine. They got the picture.
"You think they'll leave us alone now?" asked Token.
"Depends on what Tweek told them," I said.
"Told them it was too much pressure," said Craig glancing at Tweek.
I shrugged. "They might, might not."
We continued talking about our impressions of Cabin 1 and how Pip got involved with them until 4:55, at which point Damien stuck his head in and told us to get our asses to the stage room. (yeah, he actually called it the stage room.) We all left our games and headed out. Me and Stan were still talking with Craig (holding hands with Tweek) and Token, while Kenny talked with Clyde, Butters having reattached himself to his hoodie. Cartman follwed in an annoyed stance, clearly upset about something.
Woohoo! What do you think Cartman's uupset about? I dunno. I just thre it in there! Woo! Sorry about the lack of Cutters, people. I've got this big scene planned and in requires things to be subtle for now and slowly grow. Also, the lack of Style. That's gunna take a little while, but it'll come in a boom and I'll spend a lot of time on it then. You'll be satisfied. I have my own reasons for using Bunny and side couples right now. Likes? Dislikes? Cookies? Rice? Cake? FLAMES?! -dieing for a flame- All are loved! Next chapter up soon!
PS For anyone who read the last chapter without the PS at the bottom, go reread it. I didn't change it too much but they're important details.
