Day Seven: Continuation in Canada

"Canada is cold." said Clyde stating a well-known fact, we're skiing of course it's going to be cold!

"Thanks, Captain Obvious." I spat with a roll of my eyes.

"Your welcome, Sergeant Sarcasm!" he smiled back goofily.

I face-palmed my head, but as much as it kills me to admit it that boy keeps me sane. Well sort of…the point is I would be a depressing, whiney, stuck up, rich kid if it weren't for Clyde keeping me fun-loving and playful. He just keeps me so…down to earth. Alright so that sounds like a weird statement because there is no way in hell that the words 'Clyde' and 'Down to earth' have ever, EVER been mentioned in the same sentence.

He's my crazy, free-spirited, dorky and horribly obnoxious idiot, but he is my best friend. Seriously though, if it weren't for his quirks and randomness I would possibly have the biggest pole jammed so far up my ass, it would turn me gay! That makes sense? Fuck yeah it does, it's my subconscious, everything makes sense!

"Token! Look I got the high score!" I looked over and saw Clyde grinned proudly at one of the Pac Man machines. Yes, he's proud that he got a high score on a pathetic game like Pac Man…

"But, dude, you got killed by the pink ghost. That's like pathetic."

"How's it any different then being killed by the other colored ones?" he asked confused beyond belief.

I put my arm around him, "Because the pink one's a girl, meaning you were beat by a girl, that makes you a serious flamer."

His eyes widened and he gasped, "Dude! That's so not cool!"

"Stop being so sexist. If you want to know the truth about Pacman, only one of the ghosts actually chases you throughout the game. The others are just wandering around mindlessly, only the red one is following you. Therefore if one of the others catches you then it's your fault." stated Wendy. She's kind of been following me around like all day. Well after her and Cartman's little argument about God knows what! I bet it was something ridiculous like Canadian bacon or women's rights…

"Ugh! For real?" Clyde gasped at the new knowledge he attained. He'll forget the information in a half hour or so.

Wendy rolled her eyes and focused her attention back to me, with a wide smirk. "I wouldn't expect someone of your culture to be so bigoted."

"I'm not like a slave, Wendy, I'm just as racist as any of you hicks." I smirked back. "Plus you're the one that sounded bigoted."

"Nice argument." she grinned devilish at me, now that is why her and Cartman work together. Arguing like turns her on, that's too weird for me to put up with.

Clyde laughed but punched her arm, "Yeah, dude, don't be big-otteded."

Seriously this retard is my best friend? Somewhere in time I must've seriously fucked up…

Wendy scoffed, "Clyde, stop being immature!"

"You should praise me and my almighty powers of Pac Man munchin'!"

Just as Wendy was about to object and call Clyde out on his Pac Man 'skills'…

"It's fucking freezing out!" all three of us turned to see the snack shacks door swing open and show a shivering Bebe, by the looks of it she seems a little pissed off. I can really tell by her appearance, disheveled hair a lot like Tweeks, smudged mascara, a ripped scarf and wet pants.

"Don't be upset, you'll get frown lines." I sang to her tauntingly. Clyde mimicked me and we wrapped our arms around both sides of her.

She huffed like a little girl and attempted to shove us back, "They're called worry lines and there is no way in hell a girl of my age and beauty would ever develop such ugly traits at such an early stage in her life! What do you take me for, some old bat?"

"A pretty, old bat!" Clyde huddled closer to her.

She heaved a sigh and managed to get out of our grasp, "Well I'm going to get some hot chocolate, I do love chocolate."

I cocked a brow, she said that kind of suggestively, "We used the chocolate flavored condom the other day." Clyde winked at me. I really don't know how someone as stupid as him got a girl as hot as Bebe.

Do I find Bebe hot? Yes. Answer confirmed.

"W'ere eez ze spaz?" me and Clyde jumped at the sudden voice but turned to see Christophe staring at us. This boy shows up at the most random times, it's like way to sketchy to be considered okay.

"Why?" I asked curiously. There is no reason that this dude should want anything to do with Craig's Tweek. Tweek is owned by Craig, thus you need his permission to even approach the jittery boy. Christophe doesn't have permission, actually I'm one of Craig's lackeys and have been informed to keep Frenchy away from Tweek.

No lie, Craig legit hates Christophe with almost every fiber in his being. That's pretty intense because Craig's motto is 'Show no emotion.' thus showing anger or hatred is breaking his motto. Well point blank, I'm not telling Christophe where Tweek is and I'm not letting him near our innocent boy.

"Clazzified." he responded sternly as he whipped out another cigarette. This boy is definitely going to die because of smoking. Yup, lung disease, no doubt.

"Secrets don't make friends." I responded just as sternly. I guess it's beyond pathetic considering the lengths I'll go to fulfill one of Craig's ridiculous requests. Maybe I just really want to keep Craig as a friend, there's no real explanation to why I'm pissing off a dude with a shovel… Clyde's stupidity is officially contagious.

"Eef I told you I'd 'ave to keell you." he smirked and inhaled the smoke again. Then he spewed smoke rings at me, that's just disgusting, "Or at ze very least cut off your tongue."

I gulped, for some odd reason my brain is telling me that maybe not questioning an assassin is the right thing to do. I stepped back and coughed a bit, due to the smoke, "Yeah, then I guess I don't know where Tweek is."

"Are you implyeeng you do?" he asked, his propped eyebrow showing his true curiosity of the situation.

I simply shrugged, "I don't know."

"You do. Speak now, cocksucker." he ordered firmly.

He can probably sense my fear, that's why he's being even scarier than normal…not cool, bro. I cleared my throat, "Well considering you asked oh-so-nicely I guess I have to tell you. Oh wait! No I don't." I smiled back innocently.

"Don't be a cock blocker." he said hush and harshly. Like some sort of threat. "I don't get een ze way of you and your toy, don't get een ze way of mine."

"Whoa! Pardon me, but who do you think is my toy?"

"Ze idiot, no doubt." he said straightforward and too casually.

"What?" shouted Clyde, "We're so not gay, dude, I mean yeah we like to hang out a lot. We even make gay jokes sometimes…and we like sleep over each other's houses and junk but- wait…I'm not doing such a good job at defending myself…"

"Dude, shut your piehole!" I shouted angrily. Clearly he's just making us look gay!

"The only thing that shuts my piehole is pie! Or a taco…" he looked off into space lovingly. No doubt imagining some dancing and singing taco putting on some ridiculous show…

"Or a dick?" Christophe smirked and flicked his cigarette to the ground, a taunting smile plastered to his face.

"Listen, Frenchy!" I said getting worked up. Shit. Stay calm. Act cool!

"No. You leesten 'ere, blackee, zis eez a trip wiz a pact. A pact zat clearly statez eet eez a free-for-all, meaning I can 'ook up wiz ze twitchy boy eef I want."

I stared back at him dumbly…He's got a good point, I mean we did all agree to be whores for the summer. I just smiled, "Good luck with that."

"Christophe!" Bebe let out a giggle as she snuggled up to the boy, "You always go disappearing on me! I wanted to go tubing with you, but I couldn't find you anywhere. I thought 'Hey! He must be making out with Kyle somewhere!' but Kyle was hanging out with Stan the whole day…" she drifted off in the conversation, but kept her peppy smile, "You still like him, right?"

"Actually he's going after Tweek next." I glared at him and he mirrored my expression.

"What are you gonna tell Kyle?" she asked curiously.

"Your keeding, right?" he asked bewildered, "Zis w'ole treep revolvez around being slutz."

"Yeah, but we can't go around breaking hearts! Kyle's already twisted in the head because of how Stan treats him. Then we have Kenny who makes perverted remarks to him. Next is Cartman who has a fucked up crush on him. Me who just adores him." she paused and directed her full attention to Christophe, "You can't just ignore him."

I looked at her and back at Christophe then towards the door, "Incoming. Jew, two o'clock."

"Actually it's five o'clock." stupid Clyde…

"Hey guys, I'm so hungry." the boy smiled kindly at us and quickly his eyes flickered to Christophe. That's when his smile got even bigger.

Seriously, if Christophe thinks he can just fuck around with everyone on this trip he's got another thing coming! My fist. I mean he can't just tease our Kyle like that, it's fucked up. He's not Kenny, he's not Bebe, he has no right to act like a whore. EVEN IF IT IS A WHORE TRIP!

So maybe I do sound a little hypocritical considering we all agreed to act like whores…no strings attached, but that doesn't count. I really wish we didn't invite him on this trip, I just know he's going to start some stupid drama with Craig. They'll fight because of the whole Tweek thing- overall, things will just go out of proportion because of that stupid French piece of shit.

Craig and Tweek entered the room hand in hand, which completely cuts me off from my mental ramble…that's probably for the best.

"Cartman has a bloody nose, in case anyone wants to help him." Craig said emotionless, I'm going to guess Cartman's nose and Craig's fist have been personally introduced.

Kyle laughed harshly, "Serves the prick right."

"Why, what'd he do this time?" asked Bebe as she sipped her hot chocolate cutely.

"He was making fun of Butters and Tweek while they were practicing." Kyle explained.

"Are Wendy, Kenny, Butters and Stan with him?" I asked. Whenever our group gets separated it isn't the best, someone always manages to get completely lost.

At least I know where Clyde is because when he disappears I can never seem to find him. That's why he ends up waking up in random tranny's motel rooms…not my problem. Even though I am like his guardian…

"Wendy's avoiding Cartman and Butters asked Kenny to help heal the fat-lard. Kenny used his boner as his brain and complied." Craig announced as he snatched Clyde's coffee and handed it to Tweek. Clyde just stuck his tongue out to show his annoyance…idiot.

"Well let's get them all and we can go back to the warm, hot sun, that we never, ever get to experience!" Bebe rolled her eyes and led us out of the shack.

I noticed Christophe grin seductively at Tweek, which caused a horrified shiver to wave through him.

I hate Christophe…

Don't murder me! I know it's a wicked short chapter, but I don't really know how to portray Token...at all.

Oh well... I really tried...

Plus I think I started a bit of drama in this chapter ;)