I know! I know! I know! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to procrastinate so much. I was having so much trouble with the part before the lemon that I strayed for a bit to a new story and eventually I decided I can't do the lemon till NEXT chapter. I'm SORRY!! T333333333333333T

"BOYS! OPEN THIS DOOR!"

I groaned at the loud knocking and yelling coming from outside our cabin. What the fuck did Brian want this early in the morning? He had the key to our door. We hadn't done anything anyway- what the fuck was in my face? I cracked my eyes open a slit and saw the blue pattern of jeans. I sat up, confused, and stared down at a leg, which I soon found to be attached to Oliver. Why was Oliver in our cabin? Oh, wait. I looked around at the mass of people hanging around the cabin that was far too big to be ours. My head was pounding like crazy. A hangover. Great.

Light was blazing through the high windows and I groaned agian. What time was it? I subconciously searched the room for a clock but my gaze fell on Mace and Stan, curled up in a chair together. My stomache clentched. Stan was on Mace's lap, clinging to his shirt and his head reting on his chest, while Mace's arm was drapped around his shoulder. They were drunk, they were drunk. I had to keep telling myself that.

"BOYS!"

I nudged Oliver and he stirred only slightly. "Oliver," I hissed in his ear. Brian couldn't know we were in here awake and ignoring him.

"Wuh?" he asked, batting me away and opening his eyes a bit. The knocking and yelling was still persisting and he groaned as well, irritated by the noise. "Damn it. What time is it?"

I glanced at the clock. "9 something. We missed wakeup call by at least an hour."

"Shit. Brian's gunna kill us. The whole camp was probably still sleeping till he started banging down our door."

Cabin 1 was in charge of waking us all up at 8 every fucking morning. Brian had probably just woken up himself.

"Mace!" hissed Oliver, throwing a pillow at the larger boy. It hit Stan and he whined and turned over, falling onto the floor.

"Ow!" he whined, rubbing his ass and glaring at nothing in particular.

"IF YOU BOYS DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR, I WILL REVOKE SOME OF YOUR PRIVLEDGES!"

"God fucking damn it, Brian," muttered Mace, who had finaly been awoken, rubbing his head. "Guys. Up. Now, or we're dead."

Oliver stood up wearily and shoved Damien in the bunk above me. He growled and peered down at him angrily. He heard the knocking and groaned, prodding Pip awake. Once everyone had been successfully awoken, Mace opened a back window.

"Everyone not from Cabin 1 out," he said, helping a half sleeping Stan towards it.

"OLIVER! MACE! BOYS!"

"Go, go, go," urged Mace as Stan dropped down and Craig started out to catch Tweek when he came. Then Clyde, Token, and last me.

"Where're Kenny, Butters, and Cartman?" I asked, noticing their absence for the first time.

An emotion I couldn't identify crossed his face and he gave a little fake smile. "They left early. Now go. Oh, and when you get down we're gunna throw the bottles at you."

"'Kay," I sighed, rubbing my heading one lest time before jumping. I stumbled when I hit the ground but a pair of strong but tired arms held me up. I turned and smiled at finding it was Stan. He gave a tired smile back nad set me on my feet.

"Ready?" asked Mace from the window, holding a few bottles. "Stand back guys."

We stood back and he dropped them. We moved them away and he dropped more until they were all gone.

"Later, guys," he said. "If anyone asks, you weren't here last night, 'kay? We don't need you guys in trouble, too."

"Thanks, Mace," said Stan, giving him a sweet smile. I couldn't help feeling it was sweeter than the one he'd given me.

"DAMIEN! PIP! IS ANYONE IN THERE?!"

"Yes, Brian, what is it?" came Mace's voice form the other side of the cabin along with the door opening.

"What on Earth took you so long?! I've been out here for nearly ten minutes! You missed wake up call by almost an hour and a half! Most of the camp is still sleeping!"

"Not with all the noise he's making," muttered Craig, grabbing Tweeks hand and stalking away through the trees behind the cabins. "Come on guys."

Clyde and Token followed miserabley, leaving me and Stan alone.

"Well, Brian, our alarm didn't go off and excuse us if we're tired from staying up all night to help Craig and Tweek work out their situation," lied Oliver groggily.

"We need to get back, too," said Stan. "Who knows what Kenny did to Butters last night."

"What?!" I exclaimed as we started to walk. "You think they did something? Do we even know when they left?"

"The fires will still out when Mace and I saw them," said Stan. I stopped and looked down at my shoes. He stopped too and looked back at me, confused.

"You and... Mace?" I asked, feeling my stomache clench up again.

"We were just..." he said after as small pause, not looking at me, "the only ones not totally wasted."

I nodded. They probably were. But I couldn't help feeling a little weird about it.

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If you didn't read the note atthe end ofthe last chapter then go read the end of the chapter agian.

Next chapter up probably not soon because I suck that much. T3T 3333333