TO ALL MY CAMP, GLARES, AND V-CARD PACTS READERS : I know, I KNOW! I should be working on CGVP and I KNOW I stopped right before the lemon kicked in and I'm SORRY. I just couldn't think. Every time I tried I ended up just thinking of something forthe sequel and then I came up with this. I'm hoping it'll deminish my writers block and get be writing CGVP again, so PLEASE be patient. Thanks, loves, you guys rock! Feel free to pester me with annoying PMs and reviews and flames and such yelling at me for being stupid. Sorry.

ANYWAY, I was thinking and looking at fan art and stuff and I thought, hey. What if I portayed our favorite boys differently in high school than I normaly picture it? Different from CGVP, if you've read it. (seriously, go read it.) WELL, I'm gunna! Hopefully. I dunno how into this I'll get. If I get enough good response, yeah, I'll continue. If not, I might continue anyway. Or I might not. But if you do like it, please PLEASE leave a review! They encourage me so much and it's gotten to the point in CGVP where I had to threaten not to update if they didn't review. I don't wanna threaten you guys. So be dears and review, kay?

PAIRINGS : Style, Creek, Cutters, Dip, Kenny/Christophe

Cartman and Kenny were best friends. But they would kill each other given the opportunity. Craig and Clyde were best friends. But Craig ignored Clyde at all times. Stan and Kyle were super best friends. But they hardly ever spoke.

Butters had crushes. But he denied them anyway. Christophe hated his gang. But he remained in it anyway. Damien loathed Tweek. But he allowed him to hang out with him and Pip anyway. Token missed his friends. But he remained a loner anyway.

They had grown out of elementary school. But they never forgot.

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Kyle Broflovski was gay, so he hung out with the gay kids. And that was fine. He was currently sitting at the lunch table with his 'friends' arguing with Nico Cole about whether neon green or pink nail polish looked better against gold sparkles.

"Green's way better," he said flashing his neon green nails with little gold marks for the table to see. "Pink's too overpowering, so it clashes."

"Nah ah, girl, pink's more expressive," said Nico with the deffinition of a gay voice. "Green blends in and doesn't say, 'Look homophobe, I've got excentricly gay finger nails!' as much."

The rest of the table laughed except for Maxwell Green, nicknamed Maxie by the group, who stared dreamily into space.

"I think purple goes good with gold," he said thoughtfully. "It's like royalty."

"You would, Maxie," teased Griff Larkson, leaning across the table with a grin. "Just can't wait for prince charming to come sweep you off your feet."

"Oh, that would be exciting," agreed Maxie with a nod, not catching his tone.

"Yeah, right, Maxie's no princess," remarked Angel Darling, a name that didn't fit him particularly well, looking up from his heart and star shaped mini sandwiches.

"Oh, I dunno," said Nico playfully. "I think he'd look pretty cute in a ball gown and tiara. Yum."

"Don't be grose, Nico," muttered Angel.

"Oh, come on, Angel, you've kissed him," said Kyle, recieving an annoying glare. "You can't say he's not cute."

"Just because he's cute doesn't mean he's 'yum'," retorted Angel, rolling his eyes at Nico.

"Well, like Kylie said, you've kissed him," said Griff. "You tell us."

The conversation continued, Maxie happily unaware of what they were really talking about. He was always spaced out, litening fully to whatever conversation was happening around him, but really only understanding about half of it. Because of this he often made small comments that would seem out of place to the average person. But his four friends had grown used to it, so his comments fit in easily. His shaggy blonde hair fell scattered over his big brown eyes so you could still see fractions of them. He looked like a girl to anyone who didn't know better. His style consisted of pants usually too big for him and a wide variety of colorful simply patterened shirts, shoes, and hats. He was tiny and most people could pick him up easily and run away. It'd happened on a few occations, the other four having to come to his rescue, as it usually took him a while to realize he'd been captured.

Nico was the most obviously gay out of them all. His dark emo styled hair had blonde and pink highlights, and he wore make up. His style consisted of tight, brightly colored, as eccentric as possible clothes and accesories. His personality was the basic stereo type of gay. He was bubbly, whiny, and perverted, always having to dub something fabulous or not. That was him.

Griff was sort of average. You didn't know he was gay unless someone old you or you saw him with another guy. But he was always up for teasing us and having fun. His style was hard to explain. It was somewhere on the excentric side but a straight guy could still get away with it. His hair was brown, his eyes were blue. A gorgeous blue, as his friends had pointed out on several occations.

Angel Darling was complicated. That was his real name. His mother had thought it sounded sweet, but it was so unhim it just sounded weird. His outter personality was cold and reserved, even if he had a sweet side, usually saved for Maxie. He wore dark colors, skulls, and chains. Sort of gothic stuff, but no one saw him that way. He was just that freaky gay kid.

And then there was Kyle himself. He liked colors, including black and white, on anything. He had tight colorful jeans, eccentric colorful shirts, colorful shoes, most grafittied with writing from his friends, and a black ear flapped hat with little white stars and several pins fastened to it. He was still short tempered, but had grown less so due to the absense of his old daily fights with his old rival. He was still smart and good natured, and still terrified of him mother. It had taken force and threat to get him to come out to her. She'd surprisingly just sighed and said she still loved him and that it was okay. Now everyone knew. Because he hung out with the gay kids. And that meant he was gay. But in that process he'd lost most contact with his three oldest friends.

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Stan Marsh and Kenny McCormick were in a gang. It wasn't like a real gang. They only had four members, and it wasn't like they went around killing people, but they were the closest thing Park High had. They were called La Fumée Rouge. It was french, curtacy of Christophe who was their unspoken leader, though some said it was Craig. He tended to be more to take charge and anyone who wasn't the four asumed he was in charge. But the four themselves knew it was really Christophe. It always came back to Christophe.

Stan was tough and goth looking. He had one ear pierced that usually bore a black cross, hair that covered his left eye, and overall black clothes. He had a cold stare, as they all did, and wore it wore often than not. Many girls were attracted to him, but most too scared to approach. His friendlyness had disintegrated when Kyle started questioning his sexual orientation and pretty much abandoned him. He smoked, as they all did, and carried around a knife.

Kenny's stare was a bit more inquiring than the other three's. He liked gossip. Not that he used his extrainious knowledge often, it simply served as handy every once in a while. He wasn't as cold as the others and if given the chance he was still a very caring person. He still wore an orange parka, hood pulled up, though it no longer covered him mouth and muffled his speech.

Craig still had a great need to flick people of a million times a day for the simplest of reasons, such as none at all. He was a little more loud and playful than the others and far more social. The others avoided talking to outsiders as much as possible, but Craig would pick fights and argue enthusiasticly. He tended to wear blue, white, and black in a plain sense. He still had his old hat and still wore it every day.

And then there was Christophe. He'd reappeared at the beginning of high school where all of Park County merged into one school. The other three slwoly flocked towards him and he sort of turned them into the smoking violent bastards. And then the gang had formed. He tended to wear cameo pants, dark tight shirts, and boots. He usually was covered in dirt and scolded America and God on a daily basis.

All of them wore signature back jackets with gold buttons and a straight up collar over their clothes every day. It meant 'stay away from me' and everyone knew it.

The four were surrently leaning against the back of the brick school, smoking and glaring out across the snowy landscape.

"Clyde's dating Bebe," muttered Kenny to break the silence, taking a long drag on his cigarette.

"Shut up, Kenny," said Craig roughly flicking him off. "We don't give a fuck."

There was silence for a while, the only sound Christophe grinding his cigarette into the sidewalk and lighting a new one.

"Here they come," said Kenny nodding to three approaching figures.

The other three glanced towards them and waited for them to stop a few yards away. Pip and Tweek were half hiding behind Damien who was giving the four a steady glare with his piercing red eyes.

"What?" he spat, irritated to be called out, and honestly the only person in the school who wasn't at all intimidated by them.

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Damien and Pip were dating and Tweek was their tag along. Some people rumored they were a threesome, but it wasn't true. Tweek just didn't have anyone to cling to when Craig went off with his gang and Damien was the first to show up. The three were very softspoken and usually only conversed among themselves. When they did socialize outside the group, Damien did most of the talking. Their style's were simple. Damien wore black, Tweek wore whatever he could get on, and Pip wore old fashioned things. They hadn't changed much.

Earlier that day Butters had been sent to them with a message from La Fumée Rouge calling them out for some stupid reason. Tweek and Pip had been greatly against oblidging, but Damien just didn't feel like being called a pussy. And so there they were, walking around the back of the school in the snow to where the gang of four stood with bored expressions. They stopped a few yards away, Tweek and Pip half behind Damien and each clinging to his shirt tightly. Damien glared at the boys in front of him and they glared back. Eventually he grew tired of the silence.

"What?" he spat, having never enjoyed the company of any of them.

"We're getting a little tired of you, devil child," said Craig acidly, making Damien clentch his teeth in anger.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" he growled sarcasticly. "I'll just go back to hell and my gay ass dad for your convinience."

"Would you?" mused Craig. "How nice. That makes things easier."

"You wish," said Damien angrily. "If that's all you want, we're leaving."

He turned and started away, but a sudden squeak and brief rough pull on his shirt made him stop and spin around. Craig had taken hold of Tweek by the back of his shirt.

"Gah! Damien!" he shrieked trying frantically to pull away.

Damien groaned. He hated Tweek, really. He only permitted him to cling to him because Pip had accepted him before he even got a chance to input him oppinion.

"Oh, Tweek!" said Pip worriedly. "Please let him go, Craig!"

"Oh, I will," said Craig. "Just as soon as hell boy learns a little respect."

"I have plenty of respect, just not for you," said Damien angrily, knowing he had to rescue the paranoid blond whether he wanted to or not.

"Ah, ah, ah," scolded Kenny coming out beside Craig with a knife in hand. "Careful. We might just hurt your toy."

Unfortunately for them, they chose the wrong 'toy' to threaten him with.

Well, there you have it. For anyone who's read my stuff before, rejoice! This is twice the length of my chapters normally. X3 I know, it's still short, but I tend to update quickly so it shouldn't be too disappointing, I hope. Eric isn't in this chapter 'cause I'm making him a really deep character and he won't come in till later. Butters, Clyde, and Token play almost no part in it. Butters will have a fairly big part, but I don't think Clyde and Token will get much attention. As for Kyle's gay buddies, I don't know how big they'll be. If you guys like them they'll be put in deeper, but if you don't really they'll just be there for the purpose of Kyle having friends. Sort of like the Mace and Oliver situation from CGVP if you read it. (seirouslah, go read it.)

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