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The bell rang, signaling the end of class to the antsy fourth graders. Today was the first day of spring break and everyone had plans.

Mr. Garison looked up at the bell, "Oh, is it time to go already? Well, class have a nice vacation! Don't forget to put on plenty of sunscreen if you go to the beach or you'll get skin cancer and die."

Half the class was already gone, having rushed out the door the moment that the bell rang.

Pip, ever the good student, had waited until Mr. Garison gave the okay before taking his things out of his desk. "Oh, this is going to be such a great week, Damien!" He said delightedly, "I can't wait till tomorrow!"

Damien nodded, a rare smile on his face, "Yeah, it's gonna be cool."

Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman (who were waiting on Butters, the unofficial 5th member of their group, to make sure he had everything in his desk, lest he get grounded), turned to the Brit and the Anti-Christ.

"Why? What's happening tomorrow?" Kyle asked

Pip beamed, "I've been saving up my allowance and working odd jobs all year and I've finaly saved up enough money to fly home to England for a visit. Damien's coming with me so he can meet my friends."

"You have friends?" Stan asked, looking surprised.

Pip ignored the tone and continued brightly, "Oh yes, Pocket, and my ex-girlfriend Estella."

"You had a girlfriend?" Kenny's muffled voice asked.

"Oh, yes. But we broke up I'm afraid," he said. "She was too much of a flirt...but we continued to stay friends, though. I can't wait for them to meet Damien."

Cartman walked over, smirking "So, you're takin' your boyfriend home to meet your friends, huh? I knew you guys were fags."

Damien frowned at Cartman, "Shut up, fat-ass."

"Don't call me fat, you fuckin' demon spawn piece of crap!"Cartman said, his expression going from amused to furious instantaneously.

He turned to the British boy " And as for you, Pip, you limey ass pansy, you don't have any friends! Nobody likes you cuz you're too damn nice. You're a fuckin' pussy that annoys the hell out of everybody and if you really did have 'friends' back in smelly old fish and chips land, they would’ve visited you by now. Face it, they probably forgot all about you the moment you left."

Pip looked down at his feet, trying not to show his distress as the words sank in, effectively ruining his good mood.

"I...I..."

Damien saw his consorts hurt expression and glared at the chubby bastard responsible. "Don't listen to him Pip, he's not worth it. He's just a lonely fat ass who's hot for Kyle and knows it'll never happen."

Cartman looked outraged for a moment before turning and stomping out the door, "I don't have to listen to this! Screw you guys, I'm going home. Butters, get your ass over here, we're leaving!"

Butters scrambled to catch up, "Oh, Hamburgers!"

Stan, Kyle, and Kenny followed behind, rolling their eyes.

Once they were alone, Damien climbed out if his desk. Pip slid out of his dejectedly.

"Damien, do you think Eric had a point...about Pocket and Estella not caring about me anymore? It HAS been almost two years since I've seen them..."

Damien wrapped an arm around Pip's shoulders as he shrugged his black back-pack on with the other, "No way. Cartman's just being a jerk. Do you think they'd forget about you?"

"Well...no..." he said, “But what about that other stuff? Do YOU think I'm an annoying pussy-boy?"

Damien scoffed, "Would I keep you around if I did?"

"That's true," Pip agreed. He beamed, "You're right. I'm worrying over nothing. Eric is just being nasty."

Damien gave one of his wicked smiles, "I'm always right." He said as he leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on the Brit's cheek, "Now let's go. We don't wanna miss our flight, do we?"

Pip blushed, shaking his head 'no' as they made their way out the door, leaning into his master's touch.

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~~~~~~~

The bell rang, signaling the end of class to the antsy fourth graders. Today was the first day of spring break and everyone had plans.

Mr. Garison looked up at the bell, "Oh, is it time to go already? Well, class have a nice vacation! Don't forget to put on plenty of sunscreen if you go to the beach or you'll get skin cancer and die."

Half the class was already gone, having rushed out the door the moment that the bell rang.

Pip, ever the good student, had waited until Mr. Garison gave the okay before taking his things out of his desk. "Oh, this is going to be such a great week, Damien!" He said delightedly, "I can't wait till tomorrow!"

Damien nodded, a rare smile on his face, "Yeah, it's gonna be cool."

Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman (who were waiting on Butters, the unofficial 5th member of their group, to make sure he had everything in his desk, lest he get grounded), turned to the Brit and the Anti-Christ.

"Why? What's happening tomorrow?" Kyle asked

Pip beamed, "I've been saving up my allowance and working odd jobs all year and I've finaly saved up enough money to fly home to England for a visit. Damien's coming with me so he can meet my friends."

"You have friends?" Stan asked, looking surprised.

Pip ignored the tone and continued brightly, "Oh yes, Pocket, and my ex-girlfriend Estella."

"You had a girlfriend?" Kenny's muffled voice asked.

"Oh, yes. But we broke up I'm afraid," he said. "She was too much of a flirt...but we continued to stay friends, though. I can't wait for them to meet Damien."

Cartman walked over, smirking "So, you're takin' your boyfriend home to meet your friends, huh? I knew you guys were fags."

Damien frowned at Cartman, "Shut up, fat-ass."

"Don't call me fat, you fuckin' demon spawn piece of crap!"Cartman said, his expression going from amused to furious instantaneously.

He turned to the British boy " And as for you, Pip, you limey ass pansy, you don't have any friends! Nobody likes you cuz you're too damn nice. You're a fuckin' pussy that annoys the hell out of everybody and if you really did have 'friends' back in smelly old fish and chips land, they would’ve visited you by now. Face it, they probably forgot all about you the moment you left."

Pip looked down at his feet, trying not to show his distress as the words sank in, effectively ruining his good mood.

"I...I..."

Damien saw his consorts hurt expression and glared at the chubby bastard responsible. "Don't listen to him Pip, he's not worth it. He's just a lonely fat ass who's hot for Kyle and knows it'll never happen."

Cartman looked outraged for a moment before turning and stomping out the door, "I don't have to listen to this! Screw you guys, I'm going home. Butters, get your ass over here, we're leaving!"

Butters scrambled to catch up, "Oh, Hamburgers!"

Stan, Kyle, and Kenny followed behind, rolling their eyes.

Once they were alone, Damien climbed out if his desk. Pip slid out of his dejectedly.

"Damien, do you think Eric had a point...about Pocket and Estella not caring about me anymore? It HAS been almost two years since I've seen them..."

Damien wrapped an arm around Pip's shoulders as he shrugged his black back-pack on with the other, "No way. Cartman's just being a jerk. Do you think they'd forget about you?"

"Well...no..." he said, “But what about that other stuff? Do YOU think I'm an annoying pussy-boy?"

Damien scoffed, "Would I keep you around if I did?"

"That's true," Pip agreed. He beamed, "You're right. I'm worrying over nothing. Eric is just being nasty."

Damien gave one of his wicked smiles, "I'm always right." He said as he leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on the Brit's cheek, "Now let's go. We don't wanna miss our flight, do we?"

Pip blushed, shaking his head 'no' as they made their way out the door, leaning into his master's touch.