Stan and Wendy are doing just fine! There's going to be no tension between them! Nor is anything going to happen to Kyle or Kenny! They basically told Becca to fuck off, and she's definitely going to do that! There's no drama at all in this chapter! Nope, not at all!

(Sorry this and my other stories have taken so long to update. I've been really feeling my depression lately, and it's hard for me to get motivated to write when I'm like this. I start to feel like all my work is crap when I get like that. I'll try to have chapters up sooner.)

Chapter 5 – What About "No" Don't You Get?

Take a Hint

Kyle fidgeted nervously as he read his book by the fire pit. He didn't want to seem too anxious, but he was. He couldn't stop glancing over at the campsite that was across the path from where their camp was. About three girls had situated themselves there, and they were rather pretty. Especially the girl in the silky sundress with long blonde hair who was lounging in a chair reading a magazine. Kyle wanted to go over and talk to her, but his nerves were weighing him down. He had wanted to try dating again for a while, and maybe this was his chance.

Now if only he could get out of this chair.

He was still sitting there when Cartman strode over and sat in front of him, his back turned towards the girls. He studied Kyle for a moment before breaking into a wild grin.

"What's up with you, Kahl?" he asked in his obnoxious voice, "What are you all worked up about, huh?"

Kyle slammed his book shut and gave him an angry glare. "What makes you think I'm worked up about something?" he asked.

"I know you, Kahl," Cartman sneered, "You're all fidgety and you slammed your book shut. What's wrong? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"

"Fine!" Kyle snapped at him. He took a deep breath and lowered his voice. "There's a girl over there at that camp, and she's really cute."

"Ooh!" Cartman started to turn around but Kyle stopped him.

"No, Cartman!" he growled.

"Oh, but I want to see a pretty girl!" Eric whined. Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Fine," he muttered, "Just… be cool."

"Don't worry," Cartman said, "I got ya." Very carefully, he slowly started turning around so that he wouldn't be noticeable, then suddenly and deliberately whipped around, causing Kyle to facepalm. He studied the girl for a moment before turning back to Kyle with a chuckle.

"Oh, Kyle, my silly Jew," he laughed, "You've got your book in a twist for nothing! There is nothing to worry about, and I'm going to tell you why in one simple word."

Kyle gave him a look of disbelief. "Yeah? And what's that?" he asked doubtfully.

"Dibs!" Cartman exclaimed, causing Kyle's jaw to drop in shock.

…

Kenny walked around the woods with his hands in his pockets, admiring the scenery. He was a lot more used to the smell of smoke and drugs than his friends were, so going deeper into the woods didn't really bother him that much. He kept a sharp eye out for any pretty girls or even average looking girls who seemed to be single.

After hooking up with Becca last year, Kenny realized he wanted a more serious relationship. He hated being alone and seeing Stan, Cartman, and Clyde with their girlfriends just made those feelings of loneliness crop back up. But maybe he could meet a nice girl here and start something special.

Hope immediately flared up when he saw a pretty girl walking towards him. She was smiling at him, and she blushed a little when he waved at her. As she approached, she opened her mouth to greet him, but someone interrupted.

"Kenny! There you are!" Becca exclaimed, running towards him. Eyes wide, Kenny stared as Becca rudely shoved the other girl out of the way and wrapped him in her arms.

"Becca, what do you think you're doing?" Kenny hissed at her.

"Why, Kenny! You shouldn't speak to me like that!" she gasped, "After everything we've been through! I'm willing to forgive you for all the horrible things you've done to me!"

The girl who had been shoved gave them an odd look before turning and walking away. Kenny tried to call out to her to get her to come back, but it was too late. He turned and glared at Becca, who gave him a sexy smile.

"You did that on purpose," he spat. Becca looked taken aback.

"Why, what ever would make you think that?" she asked in a fake shocked voice. Kenny shoved her away.

"I don't know what you think you're doing," he hissed dangerously, "But what ever we had between us before is over. It's gone. You need to get over it, because I am not going to play this game with you."

Becca smiled in a sexy way and stepped closer. She put and arm around Kenny's neck and took one of his hands in her own. Then she guided it under her shirt so he could feel her breast, and Kenny cringed.

"Oh Kenny," she whispered to him, "You're already too deep into this game to dig yourself out. You were trapped the moment you decided to reject me. Now, there are only two ways this can end for you. Either you get back with me, and we'll go to my tent and make love for the rest of this festival, or I will make sure your life is a living Hell, and you will never get with another girl."

Kenny glared with all the hatred in his heart at her. He leaned in close. "Bring it on, bitch," he snarled, and snatched his hand away before turning and storming away. Becca watched on with a snide look on her face.

…

"Cartman!" Kyle hissed at his fat friend, "You can't call dibs on a girl I've been thinking about maybe talking to eventually at some point! Besides, you already have a girlfriend!"

"Yes, I do," Cartman agreed, "But, if for any reason we break up during this weekend, I call dibs on that girl. If you wanted her, you should've called dibs."

"I-I had implied dibs," Kyle muttered. Cartman scoffed loudly.

"Implied dibs," he repeated, "As if there is such a thing!"

Kyle glared at him, then looked over at the girl again. She was still there, and still reading her book. Oh, how pretty she was. Kyle let out a defeated sigh.

"All right, Cartman, how much?" he asked. Cartman gave him a puzzled look.

"What?"

"I want to buy your dibs," Kyle explained, "How much?" Cartman grinned evilly then put on a thoughtful look.

"Let's see…" he said slowly, "One hundred and fifty… thousand dollars!"

"Twenty bucks," Kyle retaliated quickly.

"Oh, but!" Cartman looked at him then at the girl, then back at Kyle. "Can I at least go smell her first?"

"No."

"Fine!" Cartman grumbled, snatching the twenty from Kyle's hand.

Kyle stood up and took a deep breath. Steeling his courage, he started to walk over to the girl and stood in front of her. She looked up from her book and smiled. Kyle opened his mouth to greet her, but at that exact moment, Cartman let out a loud belch that rattled the trees and lasted a good thirty seconds. Kyle flinched, and the girl stared in surprise as Cartman rushed over and slung an arm around Kyle's shoulders.

"Dang, Kyle! Did you hear that?" he exclaimed, "That was a good one! Whoo boy! I can smell it even from all the way over here!"

The girl made a disgusted scoff, whether from the burp or just Cartman in general, picked up her book and walked off. Kyle stared despairingly after her before turning and glaring at Cartman. The fat boy looked totally oblivious.

"What?" he asked. Kyle growled with annoyance and stormed back to camp. "What? What'd I do?" Cartman shouted after him.

…

Stan and Wendy walked towards the stage in the woods, hand in hand. He was glad they hadn't seen Gregory again. He didn't want that British snob ruining his and Wendy's weekend. Just seeing him put Stan in a sour mood.

There was already a band playing when they got to the stage, so Stan and Wendy quietly took their seats. The band that was playing was some sort of jazz band they had never heard of, but they were pretty good.

As the band played on, Wendy suddenly grinned at Stan. "Dance with me, love!" she exclaimed. Before Stan could object, Wendy grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet. Ignoring the other people around them, Wendy started swinging Stan happily around, laughing and dancing. Within seconds Stan felt himself growing dizzy.

When the song came to an end, Wendy let go of Stan, laughing happily as Stan stumbled away to lean against a tree. Panting and resisting the urge to barf, he took a moment to steady himself before turning back to Wendy. And what he saw both horrified and angered him.

Gregory was standing beside her, chatting her up and holding her hand. Stan felt rage boiling inside him, and he some-what clumsily stormed over to him. As he reached them, Gregory lifted Wendy's hand to his lips and kissed it. That action alone made Stan want to punch his lights out.

"Excuse me," Stan growled, trying to keep his voice level, "May I have my girlfriend back, please?" Gregory turned and gave him a shocked expression.

"Why Stan! I'm surprised you managed to hang onto this beautiful young woman for this long!" the young Brit said in a shocked voice. Stan's expression darkened.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he growled.

Gregory let out a hearty laugh. "Oh, think nothing of it, old bean!" he chuckled, punching Stan rather hard on the arm, "I'm just jesting for sport! You understand!"

"Yeah, sure," Stan hissed, clenching his teeth. He wasn't fooled. He could hear the taunting in his voice. The hidden threat.

He wouldn't let Gregory get Wendy. He wouldn't let him win.

"Anyway, Gregory," Wendy suddenly interjected, "Stan and I are going to go back to camp now. I would say see you later, but I'd rather not." With that being said, Wendy took Stan's hand and started leading him away.

"Good job, Stan, keeping your cool," Wendy complimented as they walked back towards camp, "I expected you to flip out or something."

"Come on Wendy, give me more credit than that!" Stan said, grinning, "I can't believe that guy thinks he has a chance with you."

"Yeah, I didn't like him back then, and I don't like him now," Wendy admitted.

As they walked back to camp, they spotted Nichole, Red, and Bebe. Wendy smiled and quickly went over to them.

"Hey girls!" she greeted, "I didn't know you guys would be here!"

Nichole smiled warmly. "It was sort of a last-minute thing for me," she replied, "Bebe had extra tickets so she invited Red and me."

"Who are you here with, Wendy?" Bebe asked.

"Oh, I came with Stan and his friends," the black-haired girl told her, gesturing to Stan who was standing a few feet away.

"Hi Stan," Red greeted in a flirty voice and twiddling her fingers in cutesy wave. Blushing slightly, Stan gave an embarrassed wave back.

Trying not to let Red's flirtiness get to her, (Red flirted with every boy), Wendy turned back to Nichole. "Hey, you know Token is staying with us as well," she said, "You should come by our campsite some time! I bet he would love to see you!"

Stan noticed that at the mention of Token, Nichole suddenly seemed to grow nervous. "Oh! Um, yes I, er, would love to see him," she stuttered. Stan cocked an eyebrow at her but decided not to say anything about it.

The girls explained where they were staying before they parted ways. Wendy took Stan's hand again as they walked.

"Nichole seemed kind of nervous when you brought up Token," Stan noted, "I wonder why? I mean, Token was telling me that he kind of wanted to get back together with her. Does she not feel the same?"

"That's funny," Wendy said, "I was talking to her last week and she said wanted Token back. I wonder if she changed her mind or something?"

"Huh. I don't know," Stan shrugged, "Not really my problem though. But we could at least tell Token she's here. What's a better place to hook up than at a music festival, am I right?"

Wendy giggled. "Oh Stan, you're so silly sometimes!" she laughed, lightly slapping his arm. Stan smiled warmly at her as they linked their arms together.

If only everyone else's day could go as well as theirs.

But they're not. Because then it wouldn't be fun. Anyway, next chapter we go back to Craig, Tweek, Clyde, and Token, and even more problems arise. Yippee! Or not yippee?