South Park One shots!

Christophe x Gregory // Request 1 // Blond and Cigs! Part 1!

(For @GodofMangos)

The blond boy that went with the name Gregory was walking like someone who had been in some sort of armed service, there was a marching feature to his walking. Gregory walks slow, head bowed as each step he took his golden blond hair bounces to every hefty step on the rigid concrete path that was covered in bright white snow, crisp and cold. His pace was unusually slow, almost robotically as if his brain was struggling to send signals to his legs, so every step he took he looked stupor; like someone under hypnosis in one episode of that scooby-doo cartoon. he wasn't wobbly nor drunk like, just slow. His unemotional face blank, his head was bobbed and with a sigh his blue eyes where softer, letting go of himself and the world and he soon realizes how slow the earth spins. After a minute and even more of walking slowly, he soon pauses in his tracks, shuffles his hands in his pocket. He felt a pair of brown french eyes on him and then lingering smells of tobacco which made his nose scrunch up in cringe, such an improper foul smell. Always commented Greg but he always kept it within and kept acting up as a gentleman saying it was no good for you, the thoughtful boy didn't mind the tobacco and it calmed him slightly but he couldn't help but smirk, knowing it was his French mole. he slowly looked up and met eyes with Christophe. Christophe's unkempt appearance had annoyed Gregory along with his shovel, dark green and brown camouflage and not to mention that cigarette; Gregory had actually missed the French boy, being back in South Park wasn't the best thing but it is quite a lively yet a quiet place to stay at, that is if you don't mind the wacky things that happen. Seeing Christophe again, Gregory couldn't help but smile at him, When they looked at each other it was as if-  as if every ounce of breath was taken from their pink lungs and then floating into the invisible air like a midnight smoke in the chilly air under a thousand stars. Both boys don't look away but are clearly only a little irritated at each other but again they found peace, especially after the war of the whole Kyles mum and the devil; after the South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut. the messy brunette; Christophe. exhaled his the burning yet sensational feeling of the tobacco which had disappeared into the cold morning air. The mole had his back laying on a brick wall which belonged to a business of sorts. The mole had lifted himself off the wall now and started to walk over to Gregory, with his half lit cigarette still perched on his lips. The mole had walked over, hands to the side; limp. Christophe was right next to Gregory now, smiling at him.

"Well, isn't it the English opinionated muffin?" Christophe had asked, his brown eyes heavy in shade. Gregory scoffed at him, crossing his arms.

"And here we see the french faggot" Gregory mumbled at him, they both stare at each over and smile, they soon chuckle loudly at their introduction. After they calmed down Christophe had exhaled and sighed.

"I was heading over to the coffee store, Mother wanted me out of the damn house and pick up some coffee for her" The mole had said, trying his best to keep down his emotional and maniac personality, the tobacco just calming him down, barely. The jaded looking boy looks away, puffing on his cigarette as he looked down the path and looking at the coffee store. Greg pondered for a second or two but shrugged, giving a nod.

"Yes, why not. I could go for a bagel and coffee." Gregory had muttered under his breath as he looked at his watch, having nothing to do but acting as if he did. "I suppose while we are together we can talk about La' Resistance."

"It was only for that one-time thing, you stupid muffin"

"Stop calling me a muffin, you god hating french-" "Hi Wendy" Christophe had said, waving at Wendy who passed by, Wendy smiled and waved back; she walked on by. Christophe had started to walk off, brushing Gregory's shoulder coldly. Gregory turns and jogs up to him, walking now side by side.

"There is no god, god is a fucking lie" Christophe muttered, angrily. Greg had looked at him and sighed, looking away. "If there was a god, then where was he in all of this fucking mess? If there was a god then he would let me into heaven instead of hell" Christophe rambled on, Gregory furrowed his brow and looked at him.

"You died?" is all that Greg could ask, confused. Christophe dropped his cigarette and threw it on the floor, putting it out and then grabbing another, placing it on his lips, with a puff he placed the lighter back in his pocket and slowly looked at Greg with a nod. "So, God does exist?"

"I don't know, I didn't see that fucking, cock sucking faggot, all I know I was in hell."

"How do you know?"

"I don't know you English dumbass, it was all pink and fairy's, Does that help your liberal mind?" Christophe had asked sarcastically as he kept walking on, almost near the coffee store. The blond slicked hair boy had ignored Christ and kept following him. For what reason in his mind did he have to follow Christophe, there wasn't, he just wanted to be with his crush. The word crush seems so childish to say, it was only a word for kids yet they were kids themselves. Teenage kids aren't easy kids, that's for sure. With furrowed eyebrows from thoughts. Greg, the blond looks away, crossing his arms. Christophe looks at him and back to the path. "Don't be upset, there is no use for that useless emotion. It's a distraction, who knows what a damn distraction can do at this moment, there could be Russian fucking spies watching us..." Christophe whispered as he looks at Greg who was still looking away, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm not upset." Gregory sighed, avoiding contact as a bit of golden strained bounces onto his face, he ignores it though but with Christophe, he had reached out and tucked the blond hair back.

"Ah, mon amour. Tu es belle, je t'taime... oui?" Christophe asked in French, Gregory looked at him, flashing him with a blush and smack his hand. "Petite fagot"

"I didn't need to know French to know that one" Gregory smugly jeered, crossing his arms again and looking away. "You have such a simple-minded mind. Why can't we be normal?"

"Why be normal? And what is wrong with being weird? At least we know more than people, everyone else- they are simple-minded, yes. while we are not. god has damned us in this world" Christophe mumbled, placing his cigarette in between his index and middle finger and pulled it away from his lips, he exhaled. "Why do you want to be normal? Did someone say something?" Chris asked, returning the cigarette to his lips. He looked over to Gregory, noticing he was looking down at the path. With a roll of Christophe's brown eyes, he patted the blond's shoulder.

"Don't be a sissy, you English muffin"

"Shut up"

"It's ok to be mistreated, to be looked at as weird and to have such confusing ass emotions... the world is fucked up, mon amour Gregory. as out of character, I might sound, it's important that I say this. Live with the world, me and you. we ain't pretty but at least we have each other in this mess, no thanks to fucking god and other fucking religions. you can't live la vie as a ghost, you can't live like a depressed nut all the time- fucking hell, Gregory. we are La' resistance. that's a title no one can get, you know what else no one can fucking get, a good friend like you. so stop beating yourself up and be happy for nothing. eh, if only the world ended today but it isn't so I guess that is a sign to keep on going. am I right, mon amour Gregory?"

"Yeah, I guess you are right, Amour Christophe" Gregory smirked, looking up at Christ.