"Wow you see that ginger kid?" Cartman pointed out.

"Dude, don't point," I replied slapping his arm down. "It's rude."

"What the fuck is a ginger?" asked Clyde standing beside me. We had just arrived to the place that will be our home for the next two weeks. Not the greatest place in the world but they have a great lake to swim in and they don't hover over you once you hit 16 years old.

"Omg Clyde," droned Cartman. "Sometimes I swear you are retarded. Gingers have pale skin, red hair and freckles. They murder you in your sleep at night." I shove Cartman.

"Stop being an ass," I tell him. I look over at the redhead and can't help but notice he seems uncomfortable. "He's not that pale." He is only a little shorter than me, medium built. He looks like he is not an outdoors, sports kind of guy.

"Whatever," replied Cartman. "I just hope I don't get stuck with him as my roommate. Where's Craig?"

"His parents couldn't afford to send him to camp this year," replied Clyde. "I told you this weeks ago."

"Yeah but that was weeks ago," replied Cartman. "Had it been more interesting information I would have remember." I roll my eyes at him. "I am hoping to get lucky this summer. The girls this summer look mighty sweet."

"Dibs on Bebe!" exclaimed Clyde.

"Give it up Clyde," said Cartman. "That girl is so not into you." I laugh because he is right. Clyde had a fling with Bebe when we were 10. He is still holding on to that one string of hope. I watch as the counselor Dave comes up to the mic. Dave is pretty cool. I don't have a problem with him. Kind of on the chubby side and short for a guy at 5'5. He is the main reason we have a game room set up here. There used to not be one at all. I guess you could consider him to be a homebody.

"Hey, I'm Dave. Some of you already know those who do not, well hello. You are going to need to go up to a table and they will give you the number of the bunk you will be in for the next 2 weeks. No, you cannot trade before you even think of asking." I hear a few laughs. "You can get started. We will be meeting in the main hall for orientation in 2 hours." We make our way to the line.

"This blows we have to go through this every year," stated Clyde.

"We have been every year, they should just us in the same cabin and roommates every year," said Cartman. I laugh.

"That would be awesome," I replied. "I am hoping we get the cabin closet to the water. I plan to swim every chance I get."

"Cool by me," said Cartman. "Gives me more chances to meet a lovely lady." Clyde and I laugh.

"Yeah alright Cartman," Clyde laughed. Clyde grabs his number, Cartman, and then me. I am ready to drop my stuff off at the cabin. I look at the cabin number and I am way in the back away from the lake and the dining hall. I groan.

"What did you get?" asked Clyde looking over at us.

"I'm cabin 14 all the way in the back."

"Sucks for you," replied Cartman. "I am in cabin 5 which is the closet to the cafeteria. I am totally stoked."

"You always stoked to eat," replied Clyde rolling his eyes. "I am with Stan."

"Well you guys have fun on your little hike to your room," I give him the middle finger before walking towards our cabin.

"So any goals for camp this summer?" asked Clyde as we walked.

"Not really. I mean we are going into our senior year. I just kind of want to enjoy things for one last time." Clyde nods in agreement.

"You think I don't have a chance with Bebe?"

"Dude she is just stringing you along. I mean you're always spending money on her and stuff. Then nothing comes of it. You get fucked up every time she starts dating some new guy. It's like you're her permanent rebound."

"Ouch," he replied fake grabbing his heart.

"I'm trying to help you, don't be a pussy." We get to our cabin and I am already sweating thanks to the Arizona heat and carrying my bags. We are the first to arrive. Clyde and I take the left side of the room. Clyde takes the bed closet to the bathroom. I am on the one closet to the door. I sit my bag next to the trunk at the foot of the bed. I look up and see the redhead struggling with his bag. Jesus Christ what did he pack? I walk over and open the door taking his bag from him. "Which bed do you want over there? I can put your bag there."

"I got it," he said with flushed cheeks.

"You look like you are suffering," I commented looking down at him. I drop his bag at his feet. "It's all yours." What an ass. I go to sit on my bed as Clyde is laughing lowly as he goes to check out the bathroom. I watch as the redhead chooses the bed across from mine. He sits down wiping his forehead. I shake my head as I decide to read my Game Informers magazine I brought with me. I see him pull out a blanket and pillow.

"You know they provide that stuff for us, right?" said Clyde noticing this as well. I didn't even hear him come back into the room.

"I don't know who has been sleeping on this," he states. "I'm Kyle Broflovski by the way. You guys are?"

"I'm Clyde Donovan and this is Stanley Marsh," I tossed my pillow at Clyde.

"Call me Stan," I replied as Clyde tossed my pillow back laughing.

"Seems like you guys know each other," Kyle noted.

"Yeah," I replied. "We go to school together and we have been coming to this camp since we were in 7th grade."

"That's a long time," replied Kyle.

"Yup," replied Clyde. "So where are you from?"

"I'm from New Jersey," he replied. I frown because he doesn't sound like he is from New Jersey.

"Cool," I replied. "We are from Colorado."

"Ah," he replies. "So what's this camp like? My first time being here and all." I shrug.

"It's pretty relaxing," I explained. "You can pretty much do what you want. They have times when we have to be in the café for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If you miss it, you're pretty much fucked."

"Alright, noted" said Kyle.

"See any girls you like?" asked Clyde. Kyle face turns red and I can't help but laugh.

"Don't mind him," I explained. "He has this thing for Bebe Stevens. She goes to school with us as well. She the busty curly hair blonde."

"Yes I get dibs," said Clyde. "This summer is my year. I can feel it."

"We got some time to kill, did you want to see the lake?" I asked.

"Stan, you can't go swimming right now," droned Clyde.

"I know," I replied standing up. "We can show Kyle the other buildings on our way there."

"Let me apply some more sunscreen," said Kyle. We wait for him to lather on the stuff before heading out. Along the way I point out the main building which has the game room and arts and craft room. I pointed out the outside theater area and the cafeteria. They have an actual pool for those who are not interested in the lake.

"No library?" asked Kyle. Clyde laughed.

"Um no," I replied putting my hands in my pocket. We continue towards our destination. A lot of the campers are already walking around checking things out. We get to the lake and I can see that Bebe and Wendy went ahead and started swimming. Clyde's eye get wide watching them splash around.

"Hey, you do know we have orientation in 40 minutes," I yelled. They just laughed.

"It's hot out here, maybe you should join us," smiled Bebe. I could see Clyde fighting not to jump in the water.

"Who's your friend?" asked Wendy.

"This is our roomie Kyle," I explained to Wendy. Wendy and I dated in the 4rd grade. Not even sure if that counts. We dated for 2 months which is forever when you are kid. We kind of drifted apart. We are still friends but something is telling me she wants to date me for real this time.

"Hi Kyle," waved Bebe. "You guys should join us and live a little."

"That is up to them," replied Kyle. "I am not so much of a lake person."

"What!" exclaimed Bebe. "Come on you have no idea what you are missing." I could see Kyle was uncomfortable.

"He's fine Bebe," I replied. "Besides you girls should be getting out if you want to be dry in time for orientation."

"He has a good point," Wendy agreed swimming towards shore. "Bebe is naked by the way so you may want to turn away." Clyde chocked on his spit as I felt myself go red. I turned away.

"I will take that as our queue to get the hell out of here," said Kyle quickly walking off. I had to jog to catch up to him.

"Have you ever been in a lake?" I asked him.

"No," he replied. "I don't know what's living in there, makes me nervous. I mean organisms live in there and use it as their toilet."

"Never thought of that way," I said. Thinking about it made me feel dirty. I shook it off. I turn around and see Clyde turning around. I catch a glimpse of Bebe myself before turning back to continue walking. Bebe is not bad looking but not my type at all. I am not surprised she went skinny dipping in daylight.

"So you know Wendy as well?" asked Kyle.

"Yeah," I replied. "We all go to school together. Sometimes I think our parents banned together and said let's send our kids to this camp and party while their gone." Kyle laughed.

"My dad forced me to come here. He said I needed to get out and live a little."

"You don't seem like an outdoors person,"

"I can be," he explained. "Like this camp seems pretty cool so far. I am not a fan of the lake but everything else is okay." I turn around and see Clyde walking with his head down and his hands in his pockets. I swear that Bebe going to be the death of him. We get to the main hall that is filling up quickly. I spot Cartman as we walk over.

"Dude," I said getting his attention. "This is Kyle. Kyle this Cartman, part of the circle of people I know."

"You have got to be kidding me," said Cartman.

"He's our roommate so be nice," said Clyde.

"Don't tell me what to do," replied Cartman. "Let's find some seats. Don't have the ginger sit next to me."

Kyle frowned. "Who are you calling ginger?"

"I think we all know who I am referring to," droned Cartman walking.

"My name is Kyle, not ginger." I can tell Cartman wants to say something else.

"Shut up Cartman," I say cutting him off. "I am not trying to get into trouble." We grab some seats in the back. After a while I see Wendy and Bebe coming in almost right before it starts. Their hair is still wet but Bebe looks really happy with their decision to go swimming.

The head master as he likes to be called but I never do. This is camp not a boarding school is up on stage introducing himself before having one of the counselors take over. They all introduce themselves, I see some old faces, some new. I am glad when they say we can leave. I am thinking about heading to the game room.

"Hey Stan," said Clyde. "You want to see if Bebe wants to go back to the lake." I chuckle.

"Dude if you want to go with her just ask," I replied. "I am not up for swimming today, maybe tomorrow."

"What are you about to do?" asked Clyde.

"I'm thinking about going to the game room. See if they got anything new in there."

"They should all the money they make," snapped Cartman. "So are you going back to the lake or not Clyde?"

"Only if Bebe is coming," he states.

"Alright then, the game room it is. Come on Stan." We start walking towards the game room. I look around noticing I didn't see Kyle. I wonder where he went off too. I shrug it off and make our way to the game room. They actually did add something new, a pool table. "I was expecting something a little bit more."

"Come on Cartman," I laughed. "At least you convinced Dave to have them give us an xbox. I mean we are lucky to even have this game room." Cartman is frowning as he pulls out a Twinkie. "You want to try out the pool table or play on the system before someone else beats us to it."

"You know I am not a pool kind of kid, system." Cartman and I go over to the system as more people start to come into the game room. We start off with the fighting games before we move on to the war ones. I ended up losing track of time. "Alright I am starving." I looked at my phone.

"It's almost time for dinner," I stated. "Let's go see what they are serving tonight."

"Hopefully not that cat shit they called food last year," snorted Cartman as we made our way to the cafeteria. We can see the others coming in and standing in line. I am looking around and notice Clyde, Bebe and Wendy at the back of the line. I am with Cartman and we are closer to the front. I am glad to see they have some decent food we sit down and start eating. I am saving seats for Clyde and my other school mates.