Right... um. Here go? Wala? I dunno. I so fucking tired...

The stage room (yeah, it's actually called the stage room) was just an autotorium. A nice autotorium with cushioned built in seats and everything. Fucking rich bastards. Were they having this camp as a form of charity or something?

Six armchairs had been set on stage. Only one currently had an occupant, Courtney, smiling happily. There was a guy in a suit and a shiny proud smile standing in front of a podium with a microphone attached. Kids were starting to file in. Some looked exited, some nervous, but almost all of the South Park kids (which was almost half of us) looked possitively bored, most of us forced to be here in the first place.

I was holding Tweek's hand still as we sat in the third row, Kyle on my other side and Clyde sitting next to Tweek, and then Token. On Kyle's side wer, of course, Stan, then Kenny, Butters and Cartman. I glared at him for a brief moment, him being the cause of Tweek's earlier torment from Cabin 1. He didn't notice as he was focused on the back of the seat in front of him, his arms crossed agrily. Stupid ass hole.

Once the room was filled with chatting kids, in came Cabin 1. The spectacled one came first looking important and holding the folder he'd retrieved earlier. Then came the big one looking just as important but in a much more boasting way. I still didn't know their names. Then came Damien, looking dark and dreading, followed closely by Pip, looking happy and oblivious as usual. I narrowed my eyes when they climbed the stairs onto the stage and took their seats in the puffy armchairs.

"Everyone!" said the man brightly and a little too loudly into the microphone. Everyone got silent and looked at him, some South Park kids raising eyebrows. "Welcome to what I know will be another wonderful year at Camp Gotcha! For those who are new, my name is Brian! I'm the head councelor here and it's my job to make sure you all have a fantastic time!"

"Brian Boitano wannabe," wispered Stan. Me, Kyle, and Kenny snorted.

"You'll already know Courtney," he continued, motioning to Courtney who stood up briefly. "But you may not know our most prestigous campers. They've spent six years together, working their way up until they were at the top, our longest lasting attendies and everyone's favorite guys, Cabin 1!"

The four stood up as people clapped and some cheered. But their moment was ruined when almost every South Park kid, including all of us but Butters, (though Kyle tried not to) burst into histaric laughter. It was hillarious! Pip, who was more of an outcasted loser than Butters, and Damien, the son of the devil who none of us had ever really liked, plus their ass hole friends, everyone's favorite guys? Yeah right!

Brian looked shocked and sort of angry. "Now what on Earth if the least bit funny about that?!" he shouted angrily.

"FAGS!" shouted Cartman happily, apparently broken out of his pissy mood.

"Who said that?!"

"KYLE!" Cartman.

"NO I DIDN'T, FAT ASS!" Kyle.

"DID SO, JEW!" Cartman.

"CARTMAN!" Wendy.

"SCREW YOU, BITCH!" Cartman.

"SHUT UP, FAT ASS!" Stan.

We laughed harder than ever as the South Park kids fought in front of the shocked and angry faces of everyone around us. Fucking. Hillarious.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" the angry shout came from the spectacled boy, but it only made us laugh harder.

"GOD DAMMIT, SHUT UP!" shouted Damien taking a step forward.

We all looked at him silently for a second then started laughing again.

"FUCK YOU, DEVIL CHILD!"

A lot of people gasped and Damien got white. Any 'senior campers' looked petrified that anyone had spoken to a Cabin 1 person like that.

"Eric Cartman, I will personaly see that you are locked in the detention cabin every day for free time all summer!"

Four eyes had snapped. He was blushing furiously for some reason and his eyes were deadly. We stopped laughing and looked at him.

"Is that a threat, gaywad?" asked Cartman smirking. He was gunna take this chance to squeeze as much lemon juice on this rivarly as he could. "Why are you blushing? Embarrased you can't keep us under control, or are we just that hot?"

More gasps, this time one coming from Butters. Tweek was clutching my arm, terrified. Brian seemed horrified anyone could be so terrible. Then Kenny burst out laughing all by himself.

"YEAH, LIKE YOU'RE HOT!"

More people started laughing but this time the big guy shut them up.

"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU DISRESPECTFUL ASS HOLES!"

We looked at him. Disrespectful? Us? No!

Kenny smiled. "Mace, was it?" he asked pleasently.

He blinked, surprised by his tone, nodded.

"Well, Mace, let me tell you something," said Kenny standing up. "We come from a racist, pissant, foulmouthed, whore town. Disrespectful is in our nature. We call our teachers whores. We grafitti our school in front of our teachers. We smoke in the middle of class. We humiliate our friends. We have sex whenever we want. We flip off our parents and curse at them. Now, I'm not saying we're bad kids. The only really bad one hear is Cartman. ("EY!") We just grew up in the wrong place. We don't have anything against gays. We've got our own fair share and the mos they go through is us jokingly calling them fags or Cartman not jokingly calling them fags." I rasied Tweek and I's still entwined hands proudly. ("GAH!") "We're disrespectful, badmouthed, average teens. Just because we think it's funny people like you four are supposed to be 'everyone's favorite guys' doesn't make us assholes."

He sat down with a proud smile on his face. Everyone just stared at him for a minute. Then Stan slapped in on the back and grinned. "Damn right, Kenny!"

"Yeah!" agreed a lot of us, myself include.

The kid with glasses had calmed down and was fixing his glasses.

"Alright," he said with clenched teeth. "Fine. We'll put this behind us and move on. But we'd appriacate it if you all could hold your tongues for the rest of the ceremony. Now. For those of you who don't know, I'm Oliver. This is Mace, Damien, and Pip. We're very pleased to see you all and hope you'll have a fantastic time at camp this summer. We have a few rules..."

The rest of the ceremony went by without any interuptions, all of us resuming our bored postures. I began rubbing Tweeks leg a little ways in, blowing on his neck and doing other flirty things that he had to screw up his face not to shriek at. He was so cute...

WOOT! The was actually really fun! :D Sorry to anyone who thought this was gunna be a a big Creek chapter. I thought it was too, at first. But it turned into chaos and I didn't have much room for it. I also think I'm gunna be really bad at it. D: Oh, well, I'll still try to get it in there. It might end up as just a side couple. Sorry. I might be able to get it in there if I can catch them alone. It's just a little harder since they're already going out. Anyways, you likes? Dislikes? Cookies? Toast? Ice cream? Flame?! All are loved! PLEASE review! I've been so depressed at the little review I've gotten on the past four chapters... -sniff- and I worked so hard to write fast. Thanks so much to anyone who DID review and AnEditedRomance for being the ONLY one to acknowledge my POV CONTEST THAT IS STILL GOING, GOD DAMMIT! I'm about to put her OC in just for trying! -huff- Also, as much as I love the just "OMFG, I LOVE IT! Update soon! :)" I'd love your reviews more if you told me WHAT you liked. I'm curious! Also what you want to see! I wanna know what I'm doing right and how I can improve! thanks so much! Love you guys! Thanks for reading! Next chapter soon! 33333