Damien was Pip's best and only friend. Though they have been friends since elementary school, Damien was still as mean to Pip as ever. At first, Pip thought it was his own fault, that he let's Damien get away with his rudeness towards him. But when he confronted Damien about it, he just denied ever being cruel to him and kept up with his relentless taunting. That's when Pip realized that Damien was completely oblivious to his own actions. He was so used to being this malice, hateful sadist that he doesn't even notice when he's hurt someone.
But today Damien's gone to far. Pip couldn't take his mindless taunting a second longer. He knew if he listened to just one more of Damien's insults, he would burst into tears. And he didn't want Damien to see him cry. He knew if he did see, he would just tease him more for being so weak. So Pip decided to run. While he was on his rant about how worthless the blond is, Pip ran out of Damien's room. He dashed down the stairs and to the front door. From upstairs, Pip could hear Damien calling his name, calling him a pussy and ordering him to come back up.
Pip was fed up with Damien's rudeness and was sick of being ordered around by him. Instead of obeying Damien and going back up stairs, he ignored him and walked out the door, slamming it behind him. Once he was safely outside and out of Damien's view, Pip allowed himself to cry. Tears flowed freely from his eyes and down his flushed face. He knew he couldn't stay there for long before anyone saw him, so he took off down the street.
The cold air was blowing harshly around him. That's when Pip realized that he forgot his jacket in Damien's room. He cursed himself as he kept running. Goosebumps grew up his bare arms as he ran. The tight t-shirt he was wearing didn't give him much protection from the icy wind. His eyes stung with hot tears and he could barely see. But he has walked from Damien's house and back so many times he could do it in his sleep. The only thing that could set him off course would be if he ran into something on his way there.
Which is exactly what happened. Only he didn't run into something, he ran into someone. He ran into a much taller person, hard enough to knock them both over. Pip felt his head hit the sidewalk hard. A sharp pain shot from the back of his head. His chest hurt and he found it hard to breath with the heavy weight pressing down on him. Pip's eyes were squeezed tightly shut from the pain.
"Are you alright, Mon Ami?" The person Pip bumped into asked as they got off him and stood up. Their voice was so soft and soothing. Though Pip would probably like it more if it wasn't laced with a french accent. Even thought he was seventeen, he still clung to his childhood hatred for the french. Pip opened his eyes and glanced wearily up at the Frenchmen standing before him. The mans face came into view when he leaned down to help Pip up. His dark, messy hair framed his tan, chiseled face and his eyes were deep and slightly darker then his hair.
'He's an angel!' Pip thought. 'That fall must have killed me and now I must be in heaven.' At the moment, that seemed to be the only explanation for this man's attractiveness. Pip had never really took notice in attractive men until now. Pip's instant dislike for the Frenchmen quickly diminished once he got a good look at his face. This man's warm features melted away any prejudice feelings Pip still had towards him.
"Um, are you okay?" He asked, corking an eye brow at Pip. That's when Pip realized that he was staring. His faced heated up and Pip knew that meat he was blushing. He snapped out of his little daze when the man offered Pip a hand. He took it gratefully and he helped Pip to his feet.
"A-am I still alive?" Pip asked him nervously once he was up. The stranger's face lit up in a beautiful smile and he laughed.
"But of course your alive," He replied, smiling warmly at Pip. "Why would you think your not alive?" He reached out and gently moved lose strands of Pip's hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ear. This only made Pip blush more. He politely smiled at the man. Fiddling with his fingers, Pip looked away as he answered him. "Because of you," he replied. "You're so beautiful, I thought you were an angle." He blurted that last part out without thinking.
The young man laughed and Pip felt his blush reach the back of his neck and ears.'Oh, why did I say that?' He scolded himself. ' It isn't proper for a gentlemen to gush like that, especially not over another man.' He brought a hand to his trembling lips. 'That was so wrong of me! Now he'll think I'm coming on to him and I don't even know him.' "I beg your pardon, sir!" Pip squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away from the other man.
Pip heard him laugh softly. 'Oh, I'm so humiliated! This is the worst way to spend my Saturday afternoon. My best and only friend has just made me cry and now a complete stranger is laughing at me! I just want to go home and die.' His thoughts where screaming inside his head, recapping the worst parts of his day.
Just then Pip felt a hand rest on his shoulder. Opening his eyes, Pip looked up at him. The man's expression frightened him a bit. A glint of worry shined in his dark eyes and his mouth was set in a straight line. "Your crying." He pointed out. Pip's eyes widened. He forgot that he was still crying. His face felt as thought it was on fire. Pip shook his head and rubbed his eyes dry. "No, no. Don't worry about it." Pip told him. But that did not seem to convince this man. He griped Pip's shoulder tighter.
He leaned forward, bring his face closer to Pip's own. Pip thought if anymore blood rushed to his face he would have a nose bleed. The stranger tilted his head to the side, looking into Pip's eyes. He asked Pip why he was crying. Pip only shook his head again. "No, really it's nothing. My friend was just being a bit mean to me, that's all." Saying this made Pip feel even more foolish. Here he was, crying and complaining to a complete stranger about his problems. 'God, I'm so stupid!' He thought, closing his eyes to stop himself from crying. 'What kind of guy runs away crying when their friends insult them? Don't all guys make fun of their friends? Oh this man must thing I'm so weak.'
The stranger nodded and backed away from Pip. Pip was relieved that he moved his face away from his. He no longer felt the others warm breath on his face very time the man breathed. The french man frowned as he looked at Pip. 'Here it comes,' Pip thought bitterly. 'Now he's going to pick on me for being such a cry baby. Just like Damien.' Pip braced himself for his insults, but to his surprised the stranger didn't taunt him. Instead he agreed with him.
"If he is going to insult you to the point of tears then he is no friend." He said grimly. His handsome face contorted into a serious expression with his thick eyebrows knocked together and his mouth set in a straight line.
Pip's heart soared with joy. He could believe it. Finally, Pip met somebody that understood him. He was so happy, he wanted to wrap his arms around this stranger and hug him, but he politely restrained himself. Instead, Pip smiled brightly up at him. The strangers eyebrows shot up in surprise. "My, my," He cooed seductively. A sly smirk graced his thin lips.
Pip watched him as he leaned down to whisper in his ear."You look absolutely radiant when you smile, Mon Cher." He add the last part in a sexy purr.
Pip was so flustered by his comment that he felt dizzy. The man's hot breath tickled Pip's ear, making him tremble. He was so close Pip could smell him. He reeked of smoke and dust, but Pip was so used to that smell from Damien that he didn't mind it. For some reason, that added to Pip's attraction to this man. Knowing that he smoked seemed to add to his dangerous, bad boy look.
To Pip's relief, The young man pulled his face away and stood up straight. He extended his hand for Pip to shake it. "Sorry, I haven't introduced myself." He grinded down at the flustered blond."My name is Christophe, but people call me The Mole." Pip couldn't help but smile at the mention of the man's name. Christophe. It just rolls off the tongue. It's not a name you could easily forget. It was so unique and it seemed to fit him. He was french after all.
Pip shook his hand. "Hello, my name is Philip...but everyone calls me Pip, because they hate me." His voice filtered sadly on the last part. Pip hated to bring it up but he thought it would be best if he let Christophe know that he was hated here in South Park. Christophe tilted his head and flashed Pip a puzzled look."Why do they hate you?" He asked. Pip always hated that question, mostly because the last person he answered it to set him on fire.
"I don't know." He answered truthfully. The reason why Pip was so unliked here still puzzled him. He tried so hard to get them to like him at school, but nothing he did seemed to win them over. Damien says that he should just give up, and that Pip was a loser and no one will ever love him. Pip shook his head. 'I can't start crying now. Not in front of this potential new friend.' Pip didn't want to mess this up. He thought that this might be his one shot at gaining a true friend.
"Well, if it makes you feel better," Christophe said, smiling warmly. "I don't hate you." This made Pip smile. He was so happy. He has finally met someone that won't just use him for a cheap thrill or make fun of him for a quick laugh.
"Where were you running off to before we bumped into each other?" He asked. Pip looked up at him and smiled.
"I was heading home." He told him, pointing behind Chris towards his house. He lived just down the road in a white two story house. He lived with his pompous uncle, who he calls Uncle Pumblechook*, and his little wife Carol. Pip's uncle adopted him when he was young and they moved to the states. A few months after they moved to South Park, Pumblechook met Carol, a shy, quite women who lived in Denver. Soon they got married and She moved in with them and became Pip's foster mother.
"Perhaps I could walk you there?" Chris offered, extending his arm out for Pip to take. Pip's face lit up. 'What a gentlemen!' He thought, his face turning a rosy pink. Pip took Christophe's arm happily and pointed down the road. "I life just down there." He chirped cheerfully. He wasn't sure if he liked being courted like a girl but he didn't hate it either. Christophe was so polite and he didn't want to correct him out of fear of being rude.
As they walked together down the side walk, Pip kept stealing glances at the other boys face. He couldn't shake the feeling that he's seen it before. When he couldn't take it anymore, he stopped walking and stared up a Chris. Christophe noticed that Pip had stopped walking so he stopped to look back at him. "What's the matter, Mon Cher?" He asked with a strained smile. Pip eyed him up and down.
"Have I seen you before?" Pip asked. Christophe nodded in response.
"Yes, we go to the same High School." He told him. This surprised Pip. He thought That Chris was older. He was taller and built better then any boy at his age. He thought for sure that he would notice someone like Chris at school. Nevertheless, Pip smiled. He was happy to know that he could see his new friend every day at school. Taking Christophe's arm again, Pip smiled at him and said. "I'm glad. Maybe we could see each other there."
Chris smiled back at Pip and nodded. "Oui."
They finally reached Pip's house, thought Pip was sad that their conversation had to end. He offered Chris inside. He denied, saying he had somewhere to be. This made Pip frown. "Oh," His voice filtered as glancing down to the floor. Christophe frowned at Pip, then he smiled. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss of the blonds cheek. Pip's face flushed pink. Chris whispered in Pip ear. "Do no fret, we will meet again." He cooed. Then he was gone, leaving Pip dumbfounded on his door step.
* Spot the Great Expectations reference? I don't know if Pumblechook was married in the book since I haven't read it yet but I desided to add this OC as Pip's foster mother.
This is my first CHIP multi chap story, (Though it is also DIP) I plan to make this story only three chapters long, more if I need too, and I'll update it once a week. Sorry, I would try to finish it faster but I have other stuff I wanna work on. Ok, I hope you stay tooned for next weeks chapter and don't worry, next chapter even more things will happen. R&R plz? :3