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Making The Pact

I'm currently standing with ten other people who will be bunking with me and pissing me off all summer because Stan agreed to Bebe's stupid invitation to spend the whole summer with her and Craig's gang. Not to mention most of our summer will be spent traveling in a crowded RV with disgusting pigs. Kenny hardly washes himself let alone his belongings. Definitely not sharing a bed with that asshole. Cartman will leave food in every spot he can, even crumbs on the bed. Not sharing with him, plus he would probably try and kill me in my sleep. Wendy and Bebe might clean unless they leave their 'lady-items' in the bathroom or something. I don't even want to know how Craig's gangs' sanitary arrangements are.

"Dude. Dude! God, snap out of it!" I blinked in confusion as snapping fingers repeatedly rubbed together and buzzed in my ear.

"Chill, Stan." I pushed his hand away. Waving your hand doesn't get my attention, it just pisses me off and blocks my view.

"Welcome back to reality." he paused and stared at me confused, "Are you like mad about the whole RV trip thing?" Obviously I hadn't even noticed my own glare plastered to my face. I have a right to be mad though. I don't want to spend my summer with bickering girls, our rivals and Cartman. Not my dream vacation.

"No, dude, why would you think that?" I'm very convincing aren't I. Playing it casual.

"You look pissed and your staring at the RV." he moved and looked at the huge truck. It was pretty large if you actually take the whole sight in but I bet it's crammed inside.

Bebe started skipping towards us in your booty shorts and tube top, not gonna lie she's pretty hot, "So, are you guys excited for our first trip out of South Park together?"

"Yeah, a summer away from my family is possibly the best thing to happen to me in forever." Stan said casually, he really shouldn't hate his family that much, they care about him and treat him right. Even though his dad is an embarrassing alcoholic, his mother has horrible mood swings, his Grandpa can't remember his name and his sister abuses him every day. Never mind…

"Same here! My mother is too stupid for even me to deal with." she rolled her eyes and they exchanged kind smiles. She crossed her arms and looked over at the RV, "So everyone's fighting over beds, I'm guessing you two are gonna share one, correct?"

Well duh! Why the fuck would I want to share with any of Craig's assholes? I wouldn't. I definitely wouldn't share with Butters or Kenny considering both would try some form of cuddling, Kenny's being more sexual. Cartman would take up the whole bed and I'm not close to Wendy.

"Depends. Wendy kept nagging about sleeping together to be more intimate without using intimate actions." he sighed. Nowadays it seems like he seriously doesn't want to date Wendy. I notice he doesn't puke around her anymore, though that could have been an unhealthy habit. But he also doesn't give her random compliments, smother her with kisses and I rarely ever catch him staring at her in awe.

"That's cute! I'll probably sleep with Clyde, if you hear moaning block it out." she winked and skipped over to Clyde. I rolled my eyes but could clearly hear her say, "Let's go get a top bunk!"

"Well let's go find our sleeping spots then." I said as I grabbed my suitcase and got on the bus. First reaction, "Dude, this thing is big."

Kenny had managed to snag a bed with Butters and they were both on the bottom bunk. Probably due to Butters having some sort of fear of heights, that's believable. Above them were Clyde and Bebe who were having some sort of tickle fight, Bebe's giggling is really obnoxious. The bed beside them was occupied by Craig and Tweek, they were also on the bottom bunk, Tweek's paranoia explains that well enough. Above them was Wendy sitting by herself, possibly waiting for Stan.

"Get out of my way, Jew!" I could feel my face heat up with anger.

"Fuck off, fatass!" that insult really doesn't apply much anymore, he's actually gained more muscle than fat over the years…but he still eats like a fucking animal.

"Well I want a top bunk!" he spat angrily as he trotted over to the last bunk bed.

"No way, Cartman, you'll end up crushing whoever sleeps under you." said Stan which resulted in everyone laughing at Cartman's dismay. Including me.

"Goddamn fucking hippie…" is all I could hear Cartman mutter as he climbed up the bed.

Before I could blink Wendy was standing in front of us hands behind her back and a fake smile shining at u. We're not taking a fucking picture, can she stop acting so…perfect?

She's not perfect! She is fake, not Bebe fake but personality fake. Bebe may wear pounds of make up and be a little ditzy but at least she knows who she is, she unleashes her true self, a lot. Wendy just pretends and acts like she has some overpowering morals and beliefs then she tries to shove them down others throats. I growl lightly, I must be getting way into my internal thoughts.

I look up and Wendy is giving me an odd look, "You look angry." well how obvious, your being an annoying little bitch!

"No, just…tired." I lied through gritted teeth. I noticed from my peripheral vision that Stan was looking quite upset, I'm probably pissing him off considering I'm starting to act like a whiny bitch. Though I'm not technically complaining, only mentally.

"Well okay…" she shrugged and smiled at Stan, "Let's go, I saved us the top bunk!"

Stan kind of pulled away and said, "Actually Wends-" he paused halfway through his objection.

She cocked a brow, "Wh-what?" No not an expected cute, puppy-dog pout but instead a confused and angry stuttered what. She's not very cute.

"I like the bottom bunk better." he looked down and honestly he looked like he was lying, he was trying to say something else.

"Well okay, we'll sleep under Cartman." she smiled gently.

I chuckled, "I'll pray you don't get crushed, man."

Stan laughed and nodded, "Thanks, dude. But if I don't survive, I want you to do me a favor and smother the bastard."

"You don't have to ask twice."

"Ay! Shut the fuck up, faggots!" retorted Cartman angrily.

We laughed and Bebe joined in, "Maybe the two besties should share a bed, listening to their stand up comedy all night will be enjoyable."

Wendy instantly shot a glare and objected, "No, no, no! He's gonna sleep with me like we planned."

"Get some." Craig chimed in monotonously. Though I find Craig to be a total ass, I still can't help but join in and laugh.

How someone so boring can have such great comebacks surprises me. Him coming on this trip with us confuses me as well. He always tells everyone how much he hates us for that stupid Peru incident in like the fourth grade.

"You can't force the kid to sleep with you." said Bebe. She's starting to become my most favorite person. I laughed and nodded in casual agreement, I don't want anyone to think I like Stan or something. I don't. I like Stan as a best friend and the reason I don't like Wendy is because she's a bitch and I feel my best friend deserves someone better. Simple.

"Well then why don't you let Clyde sleep with his buddy Craig?" Wendy shot back harshly.

Bebe shrugged and leaned onto Clyde's chest, "Craig wants to sleep with his boyfriend."

"OH SWEET JESUS! You have a - nngh - boyfriend?" shouted Tweek, if I didn't know him I'd think he was having a seizure. Jesus, I'm gonna get to see a drunk Tweek this summer, well if Craig lets him drink… Wait! They're dating?

Craig put his arm around Tweek, "She's just being a bitch." he whispered as Tweek ripped at his hair. "Bebe, how could I have a boyfriend? I'm dating your mom."

"Doesn't surprise me." she flipped her hair, "She's desperate and your pathetic."

"You just pulled a yo mama joke on your own mother." said Token as he threw his duffle bag onto the single bed, I'm guessing he didn't want to share a bed with me or Cartman. I can't blame him, I wouldn't sleep with the fatass and I don't know him like that.

"Yo mama is so fat she's starting to look like Cartman." said Kenny as he erupted into his own fit of laughter. Cartman jumped off the top of his bunch and shoved me, that asshole.

"You poor piece of shit, yo mama is so poor she went to McDonalds and put a milkshake on layaway!" not gonna lie, that was pretty funny.

Me and Stan laughed, "What eez zo funny?"

We all directed our attention to the door, with the exception of Craig who was watching Tweek for some odd reason. Well I must say Christophe looks pretty good. Whoa! I did not just say that…

I shook my head to shake my gay thought out of my head and blinked a few times. Blinking gets rid of gay thoughts, yeah that must be some scientific study. I looked up again and Christophe now had a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He extended his hand and Bebe put hers in it (while she was sitting on her top bunk). He kissed it gently and winked, "Bonjour, ma salope."

I burst into laughter and everyone gave me strange stares except Christophe who just smirked in my direction. Stan nudged me and shook his head in confusion. One of those sign language signals that means 'Dude, what the fuck?' but I didn't respond I just smiled at the mercenary, "Good one."

"You speak French?" he blew a huff of smoke.

"Je connais les bases, salope, putain, connasse, etc." I quirked a brow and shot him an all knowing grin. Of course I speak French, my mom put me in like three language courses that I don't need. "I speak French, Spanish, English and Latin."

"Well aren't you a cool kid." said Token and Craig in unison. Which resulted in a fist pound and a chuckle.

Bebe hopped off the bed and hugged Christophe seductively, "Don't fall for the Jew, he's greedy, he'll keep you all to himself." she turned and winked at me.

Peripheral vision is really coming in handy! I noticed Cartman growl, Kenny smirk, Stan bite his lip and sigh… okay why do I have a feeling everyone thinks I'm gay…I'm not.

"Well I waz zinking I would drive." Bebe nodded but turned to the two beds, mine and Cartman's that is.

"Who are you bunking with?" she asked while giving me a suspicious grin. A smirk of all knowing girl gossip. I swear girls have some power to know everything about guys including their own personal thoughts, I seriously want that ability, it would come in handy.

He stared a me for a moment or so then frowned towards fatass, "Well I zee ze fatazz haz taken up ze top bunk wiz 'iz obesity." before Cartman could think of a comeback Frenchy continued, "Zo, eizer I s'are wiz ze Jew or zleep on ze couch. Your choice."

I blushed a bit but prayed nobody could tell, "Well, I don't care either way but you'll be driving won't you?"

"He's not a lackey, we did invite him to be a member of the on road family." said Wendy coldly. I'm gonna put itching powder in her bed or something. Kenny will probably help me pull a few jokes on her.

"Whatever. Frenchy the faggot is here to slam the gas peddle and get us where we need to go. Got that you goddamn French asshole!" said Cartman as he crossed his arms and shot a sharp look at Christophe, the ass thinks he's like some intimidating kick boxer. He so isn't.

Christophe shrugged, "Per'aps, I mean considering 'ow big your ego and gut are, well I wouldn't want ze w'eel getting jammed."

Everyone continued to unpack and settle into their new home for the next three months. We stayed parked in Bebe's driveway for the night and decided to leave in the morning, so we could have a fresh start.

Currently everyone is sitting around the kitchen or living room area, whatever you want to consider it. Clyde was sitting on the end of the couch with Bebe on his lap, then it was Craig, Tweek, Token, Wendy and Stan on the rest of the couch. Christophe was sitting in the driver's seat but turned around so he was facing the rest of the group. Butters and Cartman pulled the single bed over and sat on that as a 'mini couch'. Kenny was sitting on the countertop while I leaned on it beside him.

Everyone is debating on who would win in a slurpee binge drinking competition. "I'd say Cartman but he's too much of a pansy to handle the extreme brain freeze." stated Token cool-ly with a smirk directed at Cartman.

Cartman rolled his eyes, "Well black people can't drink slurpee's, so stick to your Kool Aid."

Token scoffed and Craig flipped Cartman off. I wonder if it's intentional or if he has some form of tourettes? He's probably just pissed or something.

"Alright I'm ending this pointless argument before it turns into a 'race war'." Bebe motioned air quotes and rolled her eyes. Cartman has claimed to have multiple race wars and the white people always win…racist bastard.

"So, I have a little pact." said Kenny out of nowhere.

Everyone directed their attention to the deviant with a sly grin. I know what that smile means and it discourages me so much, seeing Kenny with an I'm-up-to-something smile is not cool. "Speak, shithead." ordered Cartman impatiently.

The orange clad teen cleared his throat and jumped off the table, "Well I'm already aware none of the people on this bus are virgins, correct?"

Nobody objected. Wow…even Butters and Tweek didn't object. Who the hell did they do it with? WHOA! Cartman didn't object either…he must have paid a hooker or something, there is no way in hell a girl, or any human being for that information, would actually want to have sex with him.

"Good." Kenny rubbed his hands together in anticipation which caused Butters to rub his knuckles together in a distressed manner. I raised a brow and crossed my arms, this better be a good proposition. "This is going to be a fun trip. No permanent couples. Just a whole bunch of sexy fun." he winked towards the scared shitless Butters.

"So you mean, it's a free for all. No strings attached to any partner?" Bebe seemed extremely interested, I mean it doesn't surprise me, she's kind of a whore…not in a bad way! I mean I did lose my virginity to her but that was before she became a whore, I was her first too.

"Hell yeah to the mother fucking yes." said Kenny with a straight face, almost like Craig but…not really?

Speaking of Craig he scoffed, "What if we're not interested in anyone on this bus?"

"That won't be a problem for you, Craigalicious, you have blondie." Kenny blinked adorably and licked his lips in delight, he accomplished making Craig uncomfortable and pissed. A mixture I find disturbing.

"Well, I agree." Bebe said with a smile.

Clyde shrugged, "Fine, sounds good."

Everyone except Wendy and Stan nodded and put their hands in a stack on top of one another, you know in agreement to the pact. I even did it though even I agree this is really slutty and distasteful…you only live once right? I guess Wendy isn't thinking like me considering she glared at Stan as he stared at the pile of hands, he looked at his bitchy girlfriend and shrugged, "It'll be fun."

Her jaw dropped when his hand was placed on top of mine on the pancake pile of oddly shaped fingers. She made fist with her hands and stood up abruptly, "Ugh! I can't even look at you right now!" she stomped out of the room and went over to her bed, "Your not sleeping with me tonight!"

Stan rolled his eyes and rubbed his temples, he stood up and prepared to go after her, "Wends…"

"Fuck you, asshole!"

Everyone was trying to contain their chuckles, "Looks like someone isn't getting lucky anytime soon." Token commented like an asshole.

Stan looked at me, "Dude…?"

I nodded in understanding, he's gonna need a bed to bunk on, that's cool, "Sure."

Bebe cleared her throat and when we directed our attention to her, she threw her hand in the air, "To being whores!"

"WHORES!" we echoed in agreement.

Everyone laughed and I noticed Stan giving me a goofy grin. Somehow this horrible idea of a vacation turned into a very, VERY good idea. This will be a fun trip, I can just… feel it.