Okay, I feel so bad. Like such a terrible author. I hadn't even realized I hadn't updated in so long, and after I said I would try harder as well. Horrible, just horrible. Anyway, please enjoy, correct me, yell at me, whatever. Just some feedback, please.

Kenny had followed him every where. All day. He hadn't had a moment alone. It was pissing him off. He had wanted a clean break. He wanted the taller blonde to move on. Leave him be. He thought that was what they had both wanted but now Kenny was clinging to him, Butter's had walked a mile in Kenny's shoes, and he was sick of it.

"Stop!" Butters spat, turning on his heel and scowling at Kenny, who only looked surprised.

"Sorry" He muttered. Butters put his hands on Kennny's chest and pushed. The boy stumbled.

"Stop apologizing! That's- Well, that's not very Kenny like is it? Kenny's rude and impulsive and a pervert and he doesn't apologize for everything! That's the Kenny I know and, and gosh darnit I want that Kenny back." He wiped the tears from his cheeks with the back of his hand. " I don't like this new, meek Kenny. Kenny shouldn't act like me!"

Kenny gaped, growled and shoved back. "Well, I don't like this new asshole, cold Butters. Butters isn't supposed to act like me! I want the old Butters back!" His chest heaved, his mind whirled. He blinked. Opened his mouth. Closed it. Blinked again. "What? How- but- what?" A blush engulfed his face at his inability to inarticulate, and he had to make himself clear. He was confused, his mind in a tumultuous frenzy. The Kenny he knew? Wasn't... didn't Butters...? "What happened to amnesia?"

Butters froze, mouth agape. He- oh, he had messed up.

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"Save her!" Mari screamed, her nostrils flaring, her hand thrust into the water beneath which the cliff hid. The cliff that had stolen her friend. Christophe said nothing, but his shovel clattered to the ground and the water soaked his clothes as he rushed in. He reached Mari and dived under the silvery line of the lake surface. He swam, his breath grew thin in his lungs. Deeper, and there was nothing to see. Longer, and he wonderedmif he would ever reach the bottom. At his limit, his hand brushed fabric and he grabbed. He dragged the lifeless body into his arms, and kicked for the surface.

They broke the surface. Cloth clung to skin, Christophe's cigarette hung from between his lips, dripping. He dragged Sara to the bank, with Mari on her otherside. She wasn't breathing, wasn't moving. Christophe pulled the cigarette from his mouth, dropping it on the ground.

"She needs CPR" Mari wouldn't look at him, nor Sara. Her gaze was directed out at the water. She fisted the material of her shirt in her hands, tugging and pulling and stretching. Christophe only nodded, gaze not focused on her, but the pale girl in front of him. He placed hi hands gingerly on her chest, pushing down, once, twice, leaning down for a breath. Repeat.

Sara sat up and sputtered, water and bile bubbling from her stomach like a fountain. Mari looked to her with relief in her eyes, patting her friends back. She turned to Christophe, her face wet with tears. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it"

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"He is very cute" Michelle reiterated, grinning down at Nicole resting on a beanbag on the cabin floor, a blanket spread out under her.

"That's why I'm going to date him!" Her proclamationa drew a laugh out of her companion on the top bunk.

"Dream on~!" Michelle sing songed, hopping down to sit beside Nicole. "I'm going to date him." Nicole only scoffed.

"Wanna bet?" Her smile was michievious, and she sat up for a better look at the other girl, who grinned back in return.

"Yes, I would." She held her hand out to the other girl, who shook it.

"A bet it is then!"

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"Why?" Marcus begged, only to himself, for who else in their right mind would wander around the camp at this hour. No, everyone sensible was asleep. Everyone who didn't have a threat of bodily harm hanging over there head was snug in their bed. He was here, picking his way through camp to the councilors' building, because he wasn't strong enough to stand up to those assholes. "
Why me?"

"Why you what?" A voice slurred from the steps of a cabin to his left and Marcus jumped a foot. He peered through the dark, eyes squinting behind his glasses. Nico stumbled from the steps, bottle clutched in hand. Marcus pinched the his nostrils closed as the other boy got closer, the smell overwhelming.

"Nico? Have you been drinking?" Marcus was astonished, dumbfounded. Nico had always seemed so sensible to him, so smart. Excentric, but smart. Yet, here he was, ahlcohol in hand as he stumbled over to Marcus, grabbing the young boy's shoulder to steady himself. Nico grinned.

"Shhh" His whisper was too loud for the silence, but he didn't seem to notice. "It's a secret. You can't tell." His eyes were blood shot, his grin lopsided and his legs unsteady, but his voice was serious. His words meaningful. This wasn't something anything was supposed to see. It was personal. It would be wrong to tell. Not when Nico didn't even realize he himself was telling. It wouldn't be honourable. He could at least do something right tonight.

"I won't tell" He promised, shrugging out of Nico's slack grip and continuing on his way. He was good. This- this didn't count. This wasn't his choice. He was good. He was, and he would prove it.

For anyone who has an OC in this story. Can you please send in your characters profile? I'm afraid I no longer have them and it would be really helpful. Just the basics, doesn't have to be really detailed.