Note to self: Readers respond well to Style. Right, the title of the last chapter. It's staying that way because my pattern would be broken if I changed it. THERE'S ANOTHER HINT! COME ON PEOPLE, FUCKING POV! NOT THAT HARD! Yeah! So, anyway, here's that man I was talking about earlier. Or at least the beginnings of it. DeathByIrony guessed right in it being MaceXStan. Usually I hate OC pairings in fanfics, but we'll just see how this goes and if you guys like it. I just think it'll be fun since I never get a chance to make Stan uke, and here it is right in front of me! MUAHAHAHA! Right, so... enjoy! :D

And so apparently Pip had gotten stuck in a bush back in the woods while trying to retrieve a football for Cartman and I wasn't aloud to go help him out. When I saw the nurse running to go help and she told me, I was told to go check on fucking Kyle and make sure he was okay with Stan. Why the hell do I have to do it? Ah well. I'll just see if they're alright and then go run and help pull Pip out. When I reached the door I heard soft moaning. Kyle must be in pain or something. Yeah. That was it.

I opened the door to see his face pressed against Stan's, hanging from his neck, while Stan reached up his shirt. They jumped apart at the sound of the door opening, looking down and both bright red. I stared at them for a moment, then proceeded over to them casually.

"I didn't know you were gay, Stan," I said in a not really caring voice, grabbing Kyle's wrist and checking his pulse.

"I-" he started but Kyle cut him off.

"And you thought I was?" he scowled, tugging away his hand.

"It's not that hard to figure out," I said clamly, putting a hand to his forehead.

"I'm fine!" he insisted, swatting it away angrily.

"I can see that," I said cooly glancing at Stan who looked extremely embarased and awkward. "What's wrong with you?"

He suddenly sat up straigh and looked at me with a hard look, though he was still blushing. "Nothing."

"You sure?" I asked playfully, putting my hand to his forehead. "Your face is all red."

"Nothing," he repeated, ignoring my hand completely.

"Okay," I dismissed the issue and removed my hand. "So you guys got a thing goin' on, or is Stan just giving out free kisses?"

"What?" burst out Stan standing up. "Why do you even care?"

I shrugged, turning back around an d heading for the door. "I just know someone who might like one if you are. You guys seem fine, so I'm gunna go help tug Pip out of the woods. Later."

"What? Who?" Stan asked as the door closed behind me.

I smiled to myself as I started walking away. I didn't know why I said it. The only ones who'd really want a kiss from Stan were girls. Maybe I wanted to make him curious? I didn't know.

"Mace?"

The inquiring, slightly anxious voice came from Kenny. "Yeah?"

"What were you doing in there?"

"Checking on Stan and Kyle."

"What are they doing?"

"Probably making out again by now."

I shrugged and kept walking. Kenny gave a little sigh and started back the way he came. I wondered how much he knew about them. But it didn't matter now. Pip was probably still stuck and people just seemed to suck incredibley at removing him from places.

That night at dinner Stan kept glancing at me. I'm guessing he was either nervous would tell someone about his orientation or curious about who wanted to kiss him. For his information I wasn't and I still didn't know why I said that. Kyle kept tugging on his sleeve to turn him around whenever he did it. I wondered how hard it was for them to like each other but be too scared to tell people. The gay thing couldn't help the situation. I sort of wished I understood better. I might be able to help. That was my job afterall. Pip wouldn't be helpful, Damien hated them, and it would be rude to ask Oliver since he was still tucked in the closet. I guess I was on my own? No, there were other gays at camp. Kenny was bi but he seemed to be trying to help in his own way. Craig and Tweek seemed on fair terms with them. Maybe they'd help? It was worth a shot.

Tweek was oddly Craigless after dinner when I approached him, looking aorund wildly and shaking like mad. What was wrong with that kid?

"Hey, Tweek," I said lightly touching his arm, causing him to shriek and jump higher than I thought was possible.

"Oh Jesus!" he paniced, looking at me with terrified eyes. "What'd I do?! Ngh!"

"Nothing, nothing," I assued him, trying to put on a calming voice. "I was just wondering if I could talk to you."

"No, you can't."

I turned around to see Craig standing there with a hard glare on as he pushed past me and pulled Tweek away.

"Actually, I was hoping to talk to both of you," I said.

"About what?"

"Er- I don't think I should say it out here," I said looking aorund at the other kids. Oliver was waiting for me, but I waved him on.

"Fine," said Craig, holding Tweek's hand tightly. "But we're not going in your stupid cabin."

"I wasn't plannign on it," I promissed. "I'm not sure if the guys should know yet."

"Behind the game room, then," said Craig, pulling Tweek along. I followed. He leaned against the wall lazily. "So what's this about?"

"Stan and Kyle," I said, figureing I might as well get it out. "I walked in on them making out."

"Finally," said Craig, looking annoyed. "So what's the problem?"

"W-well, I think they're having trouble admitting it to everyone else," I said a little confused.

"They're just nervous because they've spent the last seven years trying to convince us that they weren't gay for each other," he explained standing up straight. "Cartman'll never let them live it down. Why do you care?"

"It's my job to care," I said irritatedly.

"So what do you want form us?"

"Uh... help getting them to admit it?"

"Fine."

"What?"

"I'll take care of it."

"But shouldn't we-"

"No. I'll take care of it. You just do your little duties."

He stood up straight and pulled Tweek away with him, flicking me off as he went. God, I hated him. But he was helping, and that's what I needed right now, so I let him go.

Or at least I thought he was. He spent the entire next day doing nothing. And the next day. By dinner I was pretty pissed and planning on talking to him afterwards. But he did something. I still needed to talk to him.

It happened when Craig and Tweek mysteriously disappeared near the end. I almost choked on my drink when Craig's voice came over the little announcement system in the cafeteria.

"This thing on? Hello? Hi, this is Craig and Tweek. Any South Park kids will remember my stunt from school in taking over the innercom from Sophmore year. Good times, I know. Well, it's come to my attention that a certain couple is having trouble coming out, and we've been asked to help things along."

Shit. No! That's not how you do it! You're supposed to talk to them and convince them to tell people! Not tell them yourself! Dickface! I was the only one who saw them! They'll think I told you to tell everyone! I stood up roughly, unsure of what I'd do. There was panic on Stan and Kyle's faces. I had to remind myself not to ask Craig for favors.

Sooooooooo, yeah. Don't you guys just love Craig? He's so... him. X3 I know I love him. WILL HE DO IT?! OR WILL MACE BE ABLE TO STOP HIM?! STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT!

In other news, my high school life that none of you really care about but I'll tell you anyway! So, I got in my school play! WOOOOO! I'm an extra. X3 I get to be one of the 'Polish Women Prisoners' and sit in the background and look curious! Fun, right?! Also... I covered my binders iwht South Park slash! YAY! And I havn't gotten in trouble for it! DOUBLE YAY! Also, I hate my English teacher. She's really nice and Canadian, but I HATE HER. I dunno why. I just sorta narturally hate her because she's the kind of teacher who can't make English fun. I love to read. I love to write. But I absolutely HATE when I'm MADE to do it. When I'm told WHAT to read or write. No. Plus she expects papers the next day! I hate that! I don't care if it's block scheduling, I've got better things to do than write about some stupid paper that I will NEVER use and does me NO GOOD what so ever! I wanna be an author, yeah, but a fucking FICTION author! What the HELL is non-fiction from someone who doesn't want to write it good for?! NOTHING! My grammer is fucking FINE! I've got better dialouge skills than most people I know! I DON'T NEED TO LEARN IT AGAIN THIS YEAR! I've been learning the same stuff since elementary school and it's not getting any harder! GRRRRRRAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGAAAH!! tears out hair

Yeah, sorry. I've got this thing about English class. Hate it unless the teacher's a very specific type of person. Yeah. So anyway, Mace... you guys like him or no? I mean, I like him, but if you guys don't I'll not make him such a big character. Oliver, too. I need your oppinions people! I'm REALLY happy with all the revoews for the last chapter! That's good! That's what I wanna see! Keep it up! Likes? Loves? Dislikes? Cookies? Magic homework doing machines? Permission to eat in the threatre? Magical English homework passes? FLAMES?! All are loved! Oh, and with the flames... I realize people might be holding back because I ask for them, soooooo, I DARE you guys to flame me. It's a test of your abilities to make people feel like they're just aweful at writing. See if you can put a dent in my confidence. Do it.

Next chapter up soon! 33333