Christophe (Ze Mole) x Reader
Christophe watched the clouds in the sky, and thought of his Petite amie (Girlfriend). He stretched his arms to the sky and watched as the cool breeze drifted through his fingers. He had left his beautiful ___ in France, and tried everything to get back. However, his mother never made that much, and he was only 16.
He sighed in annoyance as he took a long drag of his cigarette and threw it away. "Hello Christophe. What ever has you so down chap?" Gregory came up from behind him and say down.
"Oh, it is nothing. Just thinking I guess." Christophe said as he lit another cigarette.
"Well that's never a good sign." Gregory chuckled as he watched his friend take a long drag. "I'm sorry Christophe, but what is really on your mind?" He asked a little more stubborn.
"Why does this matter to you?" Christophe asked the blonde boy beside him. He met Gregory shortly after he came out of the hospital from being attacked by those damn guard dogs. He would never forgive that fat ass for not doing his job.
"Because you are acting like a stick in the mud, and I don't like it." Gregory said as he crossed his arms. Christophe chuckled and took another drag. He stood up and brushed himself off before saying his farewell.
"You never told me!" Gregory screamed at the boy.
"Je suis amoureux." Christophe screamed back.
"H-he's in love?" Gregory asked himself. "With who?"
Christophe continued to walk forward into town. His heels trudged on the cracking pavement. He wanted so desperately to be with his beautiful ___ again, but this stupid country wouldn't allow him to go back to France, because of money.
He finally made it back to his house, and he trudged right up stairs to go to bed. He didn't feel like socializing with his mother, and he didn't want to eat anything. "Christophe honey? Someone's on the phone for you." His mother called.
"Tell them to fuck off." He said from underneath his covers.
"I think it's your little friend. ___ isn't it?" She said. Christopher's head shot up and he bounded down the stairs to meet her. He grabbed the phone from his mom and held the receiver up to his ear.
"Hello?" He asked in a semi-bored tone.
"Christophe! Je vous ai tellement manqué! (I've missed you so much)." A soothing voice sounded from the other end.
"Ah hello my sweet ___. How are you?" He asked trying to strike up a conversation.
"Very well! And yourself?" She asked back.
"Well enough. Everything is different in this rat hole people call a country." Christophe said. A small snicker is heard on the other end.
"Well they're Americans. What can you do?" Her French accent was pure music to his ears. Christophe laughed and kept the conversation going for another hour before ___ had to go shopping with her mom.
"Goodbye Christophe." She said.
"Goodbye ___." Christophe put the phone down. "I'll find a way to see you... I swear it."
• • •
It has been three days since Christophe had spoken to ___, and he was currently trying to earn money by working at the Rhinoplasty store downtown.
"Christophe. We need you to go get an order over by the post office. Would you be a dear and go get it?" Mrs. Marsh asked the 16 year old.
"But of course Mrs. Marsh. I love to be your delivery boy." Christophe said with sarcasm practically dripping from his tongue.
"Now don't be like that. Take this card to show to the postman. He should give you the package." She said as she walked to the back office again.
Christophe trudged outside murmuring things about stupid "god" and "that bitch can't treat me like this".
Before he knew it, he had made it to the post office, and pushed open the large double doors. He scanned the room to see one other person sitting by the window looking out. Christophe presented the card to the man and took a seat away from the other before he took out his phone and looked at the time. Just then, he got a message.
Turn to me
Christophe, now a little nervous, turned to the only person is the room. The figure got up and walked towards him, and pulled the hood down. Revealing h/l h/c locks and big bright e/c eyes. It was her.
It was ___.
"___! Que faites-vous ici? (What are you doing here)?"
"I came to see you silly. I haven't seen you in three months!" The girl exclaimed as she ran up to him and have him a big hug. The older boy embraced her small figure, and smiled. He kissed the top of her head and ruffled her hair. The world seemed to stop as he held his dear ___ in his arms.
He tilted her head up and lightly said her name before pressing his lips to her soft plump ones. He was positive the man said no PDA, but he didn't care. Love can be found anywhere.
Even in a god-forsaken post office.
Swayer's Note: Sorry this one was a little rushed. I really wanted to get to the next chapter which is the Ike x Reader. I was going to make this a one-sided cause I don't feel like making you guys into a baby. Thank you all anyways, and goodbye! Oh and P.S the title says You Are My Everything. In French.
~Smile
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