Under The Oak Tree (South Park FanFic)

Chapter 9

Kenny's POV

"Alright, Stan!" Kyle cheered. "That's how it's done!" Stan was just telling us about last night.

"When we get back home, drinks are on me!" I exclaim, grinning widely. Everyone is excited for Stan and Michelle. I'm kind of anxious to see where this all goes, myself.

"Kenny, you're broke as fuck. And we aren't even legal drinking age." Cartman says, swallowing a bite of his pancakes. He can still eat more than any one of us.

"That's why I'll steal Blue Ribbons from my parents." I reply with my usual satisfactory smirk. My parents have tons of alcohol laying around, they won't miss it.

"Doesn't that stuff basically fuel that show White Trash In Trouble?" Stan asks. He's right, I think it's a sponsor too.

"Yeah, Eric was on that show. And that stuff is the whole reason you went to that foster home, Kenny." Kyle said, reminding us all of that time when Cartman and I went into the foster care system. It was Cartman's genius, evil mind that ended up saving us, and getting himself arrested.

"Whatever, I'll just grab some other brand, then." I say, leaning back in my chair and rocking it back and forth on the back legs.

"Students!" Our teacher calls out. "Make sure you have some sort of swim wear and a towel. We might be swimming after we conoe. Meet at-"

"WHA!" My chair rocks too far backwards and I fall on my back. "Owww..."

"Kenny, are you ok?" The teacher asks, looking over at me.

"Yes." I mumble picking myself up and sitting back on my chair with my arms crossed, still leaning back as usual but not rocking it as before. Man, I could have cracked my skull right open! Not that it would have mattered.

"Meet at the campfire in twenty minutes, and make sure you have what you need because once we get to the lake we aren't coming back for anything." She says, finishing her sentence and leaving the dining hall.

We clean up our plates and hurry out.

~*~

Petra and I stop the canoe in the middle of the lake. The water is actually pretty clean, it's mostly the depth that keeps you from looking right through it. The lake probably has filters or something.

We all left our towels and bags on the beach, and we were pretty much just in an empty canoe in our swimsuits and life jackets.

"Kenny, sit still! You're rocking the boat." Petra tells me, holding the sides of the canoe. This gives me an idea that might piss her off, but at the same time I can't resist.

"Whoops!" I say, leaning to side of the boat and tipping it over. I hear her scream before we're sent into the cold lake water.

My head pops above the water instantly because of the life jacket.

"KENNY, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Petra yells, splashing water at me. All I can do is laugh as she grabs me from behind and dunks my head under the water. "THATS WHATCHA GET!"

"OH, YOU WANNA GO?" I shout back, pushing her away from me.

"YEAH, YEAH LETS GO!" She yells, grinning. At least she isn't mad, I think.

"LETS GO, BRAH!"

"BRAH!"

"BRAAAAH!"

"Back in the boat, brah's." Our teacher says, canoeing past us with another chaperone. "Time to swim later." They continue on by as me and Petra flip the boat over and grab the oars, throwing them inside and climbing back in.

"Well," I say, grabbing my oar from the bottom of the boat. "Looks like I know how to get you wet, at least."