Camping Trip

Camping Trip Part 1

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park and "all Characters and Events in this fanfic-even those based on real people are entirely fictional.

It was the last day of school and as soon as it hit recess, eight-year-old Sam immediately ran up to his best friend Levy who was shooting hoops.

"Dude, what is it?" Levy asked, dropping the basketball. Sam looked really excited about something.

"Dude, I have the greatest news. My family is going on a camping trip in July!"

Levy blinked. "Why is that good news for me?"

"Dude, they said you could come!"

Levy smiled. "Really? I can come along?"

"Aww, how sweet," Derick crooned, standing nearby.

"Shut-up fatass," Levy snapped.

"Yeah. I had to do a bit of begging but in the end, they said yes." Sam was beaming.

"That's great! I have to ask my parents though. How long will the trip be?"

"A week."

Levy looked worried. "You know how my dad is Sam; he might not want me gone in the woods for a week."

Sam deflated. "Well, ask her anyway. I promise, this is going to be great, a lot better than the one we took when we were six."

Levy sighed. "Surprised you brought that up. You were the one who almost died from an asthma attack up there."

Sam frowned. "This is going to be different. Anyway, ask your parents first thing tonight, okay? We're leaving July 5th."

Derick was glaring now. "Ay! What about me?"

"What about you?" Sam asked.

"I can't come?"

"Well, no. I only asked my parents if Levy could come. Besides, there won't really be extra room for another person."

"Especially for one as chubby as him," Levy said to Sam.

They giggled.

"Fine! I see how it is!" Derick bit. "I don't wanna go on your gay little camping trip in the first place! I have plenty of plans for the summer anyway!" and he marched off.

"So... be sure to ask okay?" Sam said after Derick had gone off.

It was dinnertime at the Broflovski's house. Levy looked over at his parents.

"Mom? Dad?"

"Yes sweetie?" Bebe said.

"Um... Sam's family is going camping in July and- they wanted to know if I could join them."

Bebe and Kyle looked at each other.

"When exactly will they be leaving?" Kyle asked, eating some veggies.

"July 5th."

"For how long?" Kyle said.

"A week."

"A week?" Kyle repeated eyes wide.

"Yeah." Levy looked down now, he had a feeling his father would say no.

"That's a long time to be going on a trip in the woods sweetie," Bebe told him fairly.

"Please Mom and Dad? It's the Marshes, I'll be fine."

"I don't know Levy; I don't like the idea of you going camping for a week."

"But I'll be fine. Please? You allowed Sam to come with us when we went camping a few years ago."