Christope has finally met Gregory for the firdt time after the resistance. What will hapen when Christophe starts geting feelings for Gregory. Will they end up together.
*slight homophobia
*gay
*~sex~UwU
*cringey
*other things that could make some p...
I was taking a lovely stroll out on the now quiet streets of south park. The town always seems quite calming when night falls. I crane my head up to gaze at the sky. Its covered with an array of bright, flickering, stars. How their brightness complements the darkness above. I looked around the street and then up at the trees. Oh how peaceful.
As I took a calming breath I heard a rustle in one of the trees. As I turned to that tree I looked a person straight in the eyes. Once I got a little closer and scoped out who it was I realised it was Christophe. As soon as he knew that I saw him he almost instantly climbed down.
The nerve of that boy. He always seemed to want to get away from me, anybody in genral. I've never seen him hang around anybody really. I mean except for me when ever we were kids. He interests me though. His body, eyes, voice, mind, it all intrigues me. Oh yes, what an intresting boy.
I went home after my stroll and hopped in the shower. It is always nice to take a hot shower after a peaceful stroll, is it not? The hot water trickled down my back and face as I run my hands through my hair. I put some shampoo and put it in my hair. Lathering it in my scalp. My eyes closed as I rinsed out tge soap from my golden blonde hair.
Once I finished washing myself of I went to bed. I tried closing my eyes but they just wouldn't shut. I just couldnt stop thinking about Christophe. Why now of all times must his face keep me awake. Clenching my eyes tight I try to sleep. My eyes slowly losen as I finally start drifting of to sleep. Christophe's face burned into my mind.
__time skip__
(Gregory's POV)
I woke up to the sound of my ever so noisy alarm clock. God do I hate it some times. I hop out of bed and go change into my casual clothes. I brush and do my hair then I head down stairs. Grabbing my school bag I run out the door and shut it.
The chilling Colorado breeze blowed in my face as I walked towards the house of the petit Frenchmans. Out of the corner of my eye I see a small fellow with dirt and grim all over him. Hair the color of the ground below us and tattered to bits. However he seems to be wearing something rather peculiar. I inch closer as to not catch Christophe's attention. Once close enough I realised that it was a white flower crown. I saw his mother go back inside the house leaving the boy with his crown.
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He grabbed his rope and shovel and lit his cigarette. The brunette turned to look at me and then our eyes met.
"Hello Christophe, its been quite a while since ive last seen you. How are you doing?" I queried as I walked closer to the dirty brunette.
"Just fine Gregory. No dumb ass dog can keep me down. W-WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?" The boy screached as his came a darker shade. He heald his shovel towards me and I simply pushed down the edge of the shovel. Some times I dont understand that boy.
"You look quite cute Christophe. Though I know how you hate me calling you cute." I told Christophe in a very calm manner.
"Well I do, zo dont do it again. Cuz if you do your head will be on ze mantel." Christophe barked as he lowered his shovel and started walking by my side. Christophe seemed awfully flustered at my answer to his question. We were at the bus stop finally and then it started to to snow. It was truly beutiful. Oh how the snow flutered down on to the earth. Covering it in a light white blanket of cold.
The bus finally came and by the time it did Christophe had already took of his rather adorable flower crown of his head. We found a seat at the end of the bus and we bith sat down. Christophe inched closer to me shivering madly. I put my arms around him and then he blushes a bright red.
