When we last left Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Wendy (who gives a fuck about Cartman?) Stan and Wendy were heading back to camp, and Kenny and Kyle were both trying to pick up girls but failing. Cartman wasn't helping. Anyway, let's see how much more torment we can give these guys.

Chapter 7 – When Troubles Come

You Raise Me Up

For some reason, Kyle looked extremely annoyed as Cartman and Heidi sat next to him making out like crazy when Stan and Wendy got back to camp. And not his usual "why does Cartman have to do this right next to me?" annoyed. More of a "Cartman screwed something up and doesn't seem to realize it and now I'm upset" annoyed. Stan walked over to his friend and sat down next to him.

"What's up?" he asked. Kyle let out a heavy sigh.

"I thought I would take the opportunity this weekend to try to get a date or something," he explained, "But Cartman seems determined to keep that from happening!"

Hearing his words, Cartman broke away from Heidi and scoffed at him. "It was one girl, Kahl!" he said, "Don't get so butt-hurt about it!" He was about to kiss Heidi again, but she smacked him in the back of the head.

"Don't be rude, Eric!" she growled at him.

Stan looked around as Wendy went into her tent. "Have you seen Kenny at all?" he asked. Kyle shrugged.

"I haven't seen him since he left," he replied, "He said something about being a man on a mission. I figured that meant he's just going to go pick up chicks."

"Yeah, that would be like Kenny," Stan said, nodding, "Hey, follow up question. Where are the kids?"

"The kids?" Kyle repeated, "Well they're right over…" He paused, looking around. He got up and walked over to where the three younger siblings had their tent set up and carefully inspected it. Then he went over to the other side of the camp site and looked around. He returned to Stan shortly after. "Um… I don't know."

Stan face-palmed. He stood up and walked over to Wendy and Heidi's tent. "Hey Wendy!" he called, "Kyle and I are going to go look for the kids. We'll be right back!"

"Ok!" she replied.

"I swear I'm going to put Ike on a leash," Kyle growled as he and Stan left the campsite. He looked at Stan as he pulled out his phone. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Calling Ike," Stan replied, "This place actually has pretty good reception."

"You have my brother's cell phone number?" Kyle questioned.

"Yeah, I got it after he drunk dialed me from your phone once," Stan told him as he listened to the ring tone.

"My brother got drunk once?!"

Before Stan could answer, they heard Ike's ringtone going off nearby. They eagerly followed it until it led them right back to their own camp and to the kids' tent where they found Ike's cell phone sitting on his sleeping bag, along with Karen's and Tricia's.

"God damn it, Ike!" Kyle cursed loudly.

Stan sighed and backed out of the tent and pulled out his phone once more. He shot a quick text to Kenny and Craig telling them their sisters were missing. He got an immediate response from both of them.

Kenny: Stay there. I'm on my way.

Craig: What sister?

"Oh Craig," Stan muttered, pinching his brow.

About two minutes later Kenny came storming up to them, a look of rage on his face. He stomped up to Kyle, ignoring Stan. "How could you lose Karen?" he demanded, "I thought you were more responsible than this!"

"Don't yell at me!" Kyle growled, "I'm not your sister's keeper, Kenny! It's not my fault if you can't keep track of her!"

Before Kenny could retaliate, Stan quickly stepped between them and shoved them away. "Guys, there's no time to argue about this now," he pointed out, "Let's just find them before they get into trouble."

Kyle folded his arms. "Fine," he huffed, "Let's go."

The three of them quickly left the campsite and headed for the main stage, deciding that was the most likely place they would have gone. They immediately checked in with the security tent and gave a description of the kids. When the security team said they hadn't seen them, Kyle and Kenny went to go look for them and left Stan at the tent in case they showed up.

"I can't believe they wandered away again!" Kenny grumbled as he and Kyle made their way through the crowds, "Was it not just an hour or two ago that they pulled this same stunt?"

"They did," Kyle replied, "I really thought Ike was smarter than this. He should know better than to wander around without supervision in a place like this!"

"Let's just hope that they're together," Kenny muttered, "Could you imagine how horrible it would be if they split up?" Kyle shuddered. He didn't want to imagine all the horrible things that could happen to a twelve-year-old like Ike if a bunch of hippies and druggies got to him first!

As they waded through the dancing crowd of people, the two of them desperately called out to their siblings, though they knew it was impossible for them to hear anything over the loud music. Kenny scanned the crowd, when he suddenly felt Kyle grab his arm.

"How about we head towards the stage?" Kyle suggested, yelling to be heard, "Maybe they're dancing and we'll be able to see them better from there!"

"Good idea!" Kenny shouted back. The two started heading towards the stage where even more people were dancing. They reached the stage and turned towards the crowd. Kenny squinted, trying to spot the kids.

Suddenly, he spotted Ike, Karen, and Tricia dancing in the middle of the crowd, having a great time, and not at all looking guilty. He nudged Kyle in the side.

"I see them!" he shouted, pointing to them. He and Kyle quickly started pushing their way through the crowd towards their siblings, Kenny keeping them in his sights the whole time. They were almost there when someone stepped in front of them, forcing Kenny to stop and Kyle nearly ran into him.

"Dude, why'd you stop?" Kyle asked, peering over Kenny's shoulder. He was answered when the only thing he could see was long blonde and pink hair and large, voluptuous, bare breasts in his and Kenny's faces. He felt Kenny slowly back up into him and he was looking at the ground.

"You are not easy to find," Becca said as she swung her rack around in a seductive way, "I have been looking for you, Kenny!"

"Just leave me alone, Becca!" Kenny growled, refusing to look at her, "We're busy right now and I already told you I'm not going to get back together with you!"

Becca scowled and turned to look at Kyle who hid behind Kenny. "And what's this cutie doing with you?" she asked in a seductive manner.

"Leave Kyle alone," Kenny warned, "He already has enough going on without you shoving your fake breasts in his face!" There was a loud snarl of outrage from Becca.

"My breasts are not fake!" she cried out in anger, "You are going to pay for that one, McCormick! I am going to destroy you!"

Before either Kenny or Kyle could react, Becca lunged forward, seizing Kenny around the throat, pulling him towards her and forcefully pressing her lips against his. He tried to push her away while Kyle stared in shock, but it was a little hard for him to breathe at the moment.

"Hey! Get your lips off my brother, you whore!"

Kenny gasped for breath as Becca broke away and loosened her grip. They all turned to see Karen angrily stomping towards them with Ike and Tricia right behind her. Kyle let out a sigh of relief and quickly grabbed Kenny's arm, dragging him away from Becca, who silently glared after them.

"There you guys are!" Kyle scolded as soon as they reached each other, "We have been looking all over for you guys! I can't believe you wandered off again! And without your cellphones no less!"

Ike and Karen looked guilty, but Tricia looked like she couldn't care less. Karen shuffled her feet on the ground and looked over at her brother who was still trying to get his breath back.

"Are you all right, big bro?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he breathed. He paused to take a few more deep breaths and collect himself. "Now will one of you please tell us what you were thinking?"

"Sorry," Ike mumbled, unable to look either of them in the eye, "We just wanted to go see one of the bands, and I guess we accidentally left our cell phones behind."

Kyle let out a huge breath of air. "You could have at least told me where you were going first," he pointed out, "Eric, Heidi, and I were in the camp the whole time, you know. You can't just leave without telling anyone. I thought you were better than this, Ike."

Ike and Karen looked at the ground guiltily while Tricia rubbed her arm. They all mumbled their apologies. Kenny sighed.

"You're forgiven, but don't do it again," he said, "And none of you are allowed to leave the camp with out an adult for the rest of the festival, all right? Even if it's Cartman."

"That's fair," Tricia decided.

"It is fair," Kyle replied, "Now come on, it's starting to get late. Let's get back to the security tent so Stan won't start freaking out about us."

Kenny and Kyle tried their best not to spare a glance back at Becca. They didn't want her to have the satisfaction to know that she had unnerved them.

When they got back to the security tent, Kyle was surprised by how angry Stan was and was equally surprised by the person causing his distress. It had been quite a few years since he had seen Gregory last. Didn't he go back to England?

"Hey Stan," Kyle greeted as the group approached, "Isn't that Gregory, that pompous kid from Yardsdale who was just a one-off character for our movie that was supposed to serve as your romantic rival and not actually ever supposed to appear again?"

"Yup," Stan growled, not taking his eyes off the snooty blond. Gregory was wearing a smug grin for some reason and Kyle knew that grin was the reason why Stan was so mad.

"What happened?" Kenny asked in a low voice.

…Several minutes earlier…

Stan watched his two friends disappear into the crowd as he stood by the security tent. He was hoping they would get back soon. The sun was starting to set and he was getting hungry. Plus he didn't want to leave Wendy alone with Cartman for too long. If he angered her she would probably murder him. While Kyle wouldn't have a problem with that, Heidi might be a little upset, and that might dampen the mood for the rest of the weekend.

"My! My! Stanley!" an irritatingly familiar voice rang out, "Fancy seeing you here alone! I thought I would never catch you without Wendy at your hip!"

Growling softly to himself in annoyance, Stan turned and saw Gregory striding towards him. He had a pompous smile on his face that Stan didn't like.

"Wendy and I aren't always together," Stan pointed out in a low, dangerous voice, "We can do things on our own."

"Yes, I'm sure you can," Gregory dismissed, "And where is the fair maiden Wendy?"

"Like I'd tell you!" Stan scoffed, "Just so you can go off and hit on my girlfriend? Who, by the way, isn't interested in you! The only thing you're doing by constantly talking to her is annoying us! So why don't you leave us alone?"

Gregory let out an annoying laugh. "My dear Stanley! 'Tis all part of the game!" he replied, "You may think Wendy isn't interested in me, but trust me, she is. But it is not important if she is interested or not. 'Tis more important if her parents are."

Stan felt his heart start to pound in his chest. "What is that supposed to mean?" he growled dangerously.

"Oh, nothing," Gregory said dismissively. He raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow at Stan. "Hm, don't think I don't know about your situation with her parents, Stanley. You're on thin ice with them, aren't you?"

Stan's eyes narrowed. "That's really none of your business," he hissed at the Brit.

Before either of them could say anything more, Kyle and Kenny arrived with the children. Gregory made an annoying clicking sound before walking past them. As he brushed past Stan he paused for a moment to speak.

"Don't think this is over," he muttered under his breath, "She will be mine." He rudely shouldered Stan out of the way and walked off.

"Well that guy was a jerk," Ike noted as everyone glared after him.

"He was," Kyle agreed, "Now what's this I heard bout you drunk dialing Stan from my phone one time?" Ike swallowed and looked away nervously.

"Um, I can explain…" he muttered.

Yes. That is how I'm ending this chapter. Again, sorry for how long my stories are taking. A lot have been going on. Depression, and I'm trying to get a job but no one will call me back. Doesn't do a whole lot for motivation. Plus I've got a lot of stories I'm working on. I'm doing the best I can. But your comments are quite encouraging, so keep 'em coming, please! Next we go back to Craig's group and it'll be night time. Yay!