Christophe Delorne can be described in one phrase: Hater of God and all things holy Everyday the French boy curses God's name; when he wakes up, before meals and before he sleeps. Sick of his attitude, Christophe's mother demands he attends church, and literally drags him to every Sunday mass. One visit, he spies an angel. Well, an angel in his eyes. This angel with the beautiful blonde locks and the blazing blue eyes is known as Gregory Yardale. The Choir Boy.

Kenny moves back to South Park and finds out Butters is actually the girl he'd been watching online and had become infatuated with.

Pip had a tough few years without Damien. Constantly bullied and teased for no reason but every day he would still smile to everyone, fake or not. But what happens after Damien comes back to school after all these years? I do not own South Park or anything else in the book! All the credit go to the owners, I'm just writing a story!

* I wrote this like, two years ago, but who cares? I'm publishing this! * Ever since Gregory sent Christophe with Stan, Kyle, and Cartman, he has never been able to forgive him "You zent me to my death!" Christophe yelled glaring at the blonde. "I could have died!" "But you didn't!" The other said trying to calm his best friend down. "But I did! The only rezion I'm here right now iz becauze that Kenny kid wizhed it!" Christophe yelled resisting the urge to pull the shovle off his back and hit Gregory in the head with it. "You could have gotten me killed! We are no longer friendz!" Gregory and Christophe had been friends since they were children playing F.B.I. and had been enemies for more than six years. They had found ways around each other like water around a rock. And when they do confront, you could hear their screams for miles. That is until it gets so bad they students of South Park take action and feelings are reviled. *MORE PEOPLE SHOULD SHIP THIS IN MY OPINION* **THIS IS A MINI STORY SO DON'T BE DISAPPOINTED IF IT ENDS QUICKLY**

Trigger Warnings: Abusive relationships, self-harm, suicide, mentions of substance abuse, depression "H-He's a good person, fellas. Really!" I said, scratching the back of my neck. They all said he wasn't right for me, but I know he loves me. Or, at least, I love him.