Stan's POV
We've had our relationship going for almost a month now. Haven't been caught! We've even had sex! We're both definitely into guys. This camp isn't gonna help us. We don't want it to.
The worst we've gotten is them asking. They're suspicious, but haven't caught anything. So we can't be punished. This camp trip isn't as bad as I expected it to be. It's the best experience of my life... he's been a really good boyfriend, despite us having to hide. The nighttime quickly became the best time of our lives. Though we pretended to be getting better. Straighter. We had to. We wanted to get out. We still do. We need to get out.
Craig's POV
I don't know why I'm so drawn to Stan. I don't know why I'm risking both our asses for this relationship, though here I am. I don't plan to be here much longer, and if I leave, I'm not leaving Stan behind. He's coming with me.
Since getting here, I haven't slept very much. I've been surviving on maybe three hours each night. Stan gets quite a bit more than I do. So I plan our escape then. Each and every detail must be worked out before we put it to action.
Stan commented on how mysterious I am. It stayed with me for some stupid reason. He said it was cute. I scoffed and told him I'm just cautious.
Currently, it's four in the morning. Four fifteen. I think. I'm drawing the final lines of my plan.
I'll tell Stan about it tomorrow.
Eventually I fall asleep, and the alarm goes off at seven in the morning. I get up, exhausted, and walk over to the other bed. My boyfriend's bed. I lean over him and hug him.
"Good Morning, darling." I state as I lean forward and kiss him passionately, and I guess I do that at the wrong time, because as soon as he returns the kiss, the door opens and the next thing we hear is the scream of a counselor.
"Boys!" I pull back, and tense up. Stan sits up and looks at the counselor.
"Shit!" I mumble and turn around to see him.
"I've gotta take you to the office." He glared at us. I sigh and help Stan up. The counselor leads us to the office and I look at Stan, who's glaring at me.
"You just had to kiss me, didn't you?" He harshly whispers
"Don't even start. I can get us out of this." I respond.
After that. We're given some pennants and our door isn't allowed to be shut anymore.
"Alright. We got punished. Was that your 'big plan'?" Stan asks as he continues writing.
He's being such a dick, just because we got fucking caught. It's okay, fuck! He's getting his panties all in a fucking twist.
"Dude, calm down. That's not the plan!" I exclaim as I open my notebook and throw it on the table. He glances at it. Then back at his own notebook. Then he tenses up and looks back at it.
"Escape plan? Craig are you sure?" He asks, giving me a worried look.
"We can go home... be together without penalties. I've been working on it since we got together..." I shrug and sigh.
He nods "let's do it." He says with a smile.
We spent the rest of the night going over the plan.
Stan's POV
Well... I don't fully understand this. I'm a bit nervous for what's gonna happen. Mainly nervous about getting caught, but I trust Craig and his plans. I don't know if he's hallucinating since he's getting such a small amount of sleep... but he looks like he knows exactly what's going on.
Five forty-five in the morning hits. He's ready. I'm as ready as I'll ever be. We head out. He assured me every guard is asleep at this time. They have a five minute interlude where they switch. So we have to be quick. We made it out and into the forest with a minute to spare, and he pushes me up to a tree to begin kissing me. I return those until we hear whistling. He pulls back and we slowly move to find a place to hide. He knows how to get out of here. The head counselor is out here for some reason.
"What would he be doing out here?" I whisper to Craig, who immediately puts his hand over my mouth.
"Shh..." he says softly before letting go of me and moving past where the counselor is. He must be making his way back to camp. After he's gone we see a truck come in. I don't know what it's here for, but Craig just says 'bingo' and we go over to it. They start unloading boxes and Craig watches attentively.
"We're getting on that truck." He tells me
"Where will it take us?" I ask
"Right back to South Park."
"Are you sure?"
"If not South Park it'll be on the outskirts. That brand is right by it." He says
"Alright..." I sigh as I wait for our moment. Once the truck is emptied he runs for it and jumps on.
"Take off your shirt." He orders.
"Why?" I ask with a small smirk
"Because they'll see the light blue in the dark, now take off your shirt and hide it." He does as he said, and I follow, they don't end up catching us, and the truck is off.
"How long is this drive?" I ask
"Well it's only morning, but I assume he has to go back for another load, so hopefully we're going back to South Park now, and it should be about an hour." He answers, and I nod.
Once the truck stops and the back opens. We hide in the shadows once more until he's gone, then Craig and I make a run for it. We use signs to figure out where we are. Luckily, we aren't far from South Park. So we begin walking there, putting our shitty camp shirts back on as we walk.
We get back into town and first go to my house. When I get to the door I open it and see my dad on the phone, freaking out. They must've noticed our absence. As soon as he sees Craig and I, he hangs up. He glares at us, mainly at Craig.
"Why did you run away from camp, son?" Dad asks, and I look down and rub my arm.
"Because I'm not getting fixed. I met someone I love..." I look at Craig "and I'm not gonna change because of some stupid camp." I tell him, and he sighs.
"Alright son." He walks forward and hugs me "I realized while you were gone that it was wrong to send you there.. and that no matter who you are, or who you love, I'm always gonna love you." He rocks us back and forth. He then pulls away and looks at Craig.
"Who are you?" Dad asks
"That's my boyfriend." I smile, and Craig holds his hand out
"I'm Craig Tucker." He answers. "I met your son at the camp, but we both live here."
"Tucker? Thomas and Laura's kid?" Dad asks him
"Uh.. yeah." He answers "I still have to go home... we just got back into town." Craig says
"Do you want me to come with you?" I ask
"It's best if you don't, but... give me your phone number. I'll text you." He says, and I do as he says, he gives me a parting kiss and leaves. I spend my night at home, dad and I burnt my shirt. I'm not going back, and Craig isn't either. We finally get to be happy together.
