If only you knew

Jesus fucking christ

Moles POV

"Wait wait wait so your like a real prince." I can't help but laugh.
"I guess so......."
"Wait do you live in a castle." I snigger.
"I'll have you know castles are so 19th century, royal families have mansions or large houses and yes I do have one in yardale. Or as you'd call it a Chateau like thing" he crosses his arms.
"So a castle" He really is bad at french,

"But here in South park I just have a big house nothing special." He adds.

I can't believe I'm hearing all this.
There's a prince in my room.

A prince in my room!

Seriously I've never been a fan of royalty.
They are so snooty and uptight but I guess not all of them. He certainly isn't. Well not really.

"It makes sense why you have such a girly vibe zen."
"What. I-I most certainly do not have a girly vibe do I? Oh my god do I?
How can I change that tell me now."
He seems very concerned about this small comment which I was not being very serious about.

I was kidding to an extent. I mean look at him; well dressed, soft looking skin and his hair is just wow.
So he sorta does have a girlish vibe. But only because of a few small things. If anything it was a compliment.

"Chill your not too girly." I roll my eyes.
I can't believe he's engaged.

I think that's the biggest shock out of all this.

"Wait this Ellie, have you met her?"
"Her name is Estella and once when I was 5 maybe? Its so very vivid I can remember her pushing me into the pigsty" he shakes his head at the memory.

"Do you love her?"

"Fuck no." Is all he says as if I'm dumb.

What?

"That makes no sense." I get out my secret stash of weed.

"Arranged marriage moron it's still a thing you know"
I tut and present him a hit.
"Are you allowed, you know being royal and all........"
Before I've even properly finished the sentence he's taken it from me along with the lighter and  taken a hit bigger than I could handle. Huh. I'm stunned.

I don't think I've hidden the shock very well.
He releases the smoke right into my face.
But I'm so dazed not even a cough escaped my mouth.

"Oh don't act so surprised."
I'm still speechless.
"My life is full of pressure and stress so of course I have my own stash of weed which I smoke a few times a month."
He explains while offering me it back.

I don't hesitate to take it and attempt to take a larger hit than he did.
I'll say that I did pretty well....... covering it up that I really couldn't handle that much.

"Not bad" he grins as I pass it back to him.
What is this guy?

Gregory's POV

I can't help but be more concentrated about the fact that this has been in his mouth.
Well it's not my fault I'm a bit curious I suppose.
I put the joint between my lips and I can obviously taste weed, smoke, and something else that I can't explain yet feel incredibly drawn to.

Again I take a hit. This is actually some good shit.
I can really feel it getting to me.
I pass it back. I don't think I can take another.
Usually people take small amounts at a time but take loads of hits I do it differently. I like being unique what can I say?

"You know relationships are so complex" he says out of nowhere.
"How would you know?
"I don't really but I observe."
"So you stalk people?"

"Non I observe there's a difference"
"Not the way I look at it"
"Ok fine I can't help but stare at the odd couple now and again. What can I say I'm curious"

"Wait! Have you never been in a relationship!?"
"they are overrated"

I scoff.
"So you stalk couples yet you don't believe in love"
"Didn't say that"
"What are you saying then?"

He sighs.
"I don't see how two people can make it work. There are 7.7 billion people in this world yet two people find each other and chose that one person"

It seems like these thoughts circle through his head quite a lot.
He's probably still thinking about his answer to my question.

"It's the feeling of knowing that you've found the one person you want to be with for the rest of your life. That you've truly found your happiness" I smile at the thought of it ever happening to me.

I certainly don't love Estella.
I mean of course not.

I don't find myself particularly attracted to her gender and she despises me.

"I think it's ironic how you know so much yet you are engaged to someone who you don't love" he laughs and I just smile.

"I guess I just pick things up. I'm not going to feel it myself so I find it satisfying to at least know what it feels like, even if I haven't experienced it first hand."

"You sound so posh" he laughs once again.
"Really?" I ask sarcastically. "I was unaware"

We both laugh as the drug has got to both of us.

************1 hour later*******

"Oh shit we gotta have dinner" Mole gasps.
"Whaaaaaaat" I laugh.
"Fuck we're both stoned"

He gets up and opens his door yelling down the stairs.
"Mom is dinner ready" he tries to sound as normal as possible.
"Yes honey" she yells up the stairs.

"Cmon we gotta try and act natural" he sounds so out of it.

"Ok, ok we can do this" I go In for a fist bump and we prepare for action.
"Lets go" he stumbles down the stairs and I somehow manage to fall over him half way down. This causes the two of us to fall down the stairs.

"Bonjour" he grins smiling down at me.
How the fuck did he end up on top?
And why didn't he instantly move? It's what any other normal person would do but from what I've seen and hear he isn't.
Not in the slightest.

"Guys not to be a party pooper but dinner is ready."
The grin on her face is almost like the Cheshire cats.
Is this family made up of lunatics?

"maman sérieusement ce n'est pas tous les jours que je passe au-dessus d'un mec chaud"
Mole says in almost disbelief.
His mother sighs and mutters something under her breath. I didn't catch it but I probably wouldn't have understood anyway.

She steps over us and makes her way up the stairs. I'm so confused.

After a minute of awkward silence he finally gets off of me.
He offers his hand to help me up. I gladly comply.

"What a gentleman"
He rolls his eyes but smirks weirdly.
I really don't understand this guy.

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