Gregory could remember it perfectly:

I was six and even then I was dressed up in tan pants, a white dress shirt with a pastel pink tie, and god did I loathe that tie with a bloody passion. I really didn't understand why I had to be at a party my parents were invited to. Though I never got to finish that thought for I was knocked out of my thoughts by a hand that was placed softly on my shoulder. I trailed my light blue eyes up to meet a dark pair owned by none other than my mother, lovely. The woman was giving me a somewhat cold look, though I didn't pick up on it at the time because I was still just stupid, young and naïve, once again-lovely. Only thinking back on it now could I really get an adequate idea of what the female was thinking, none of it would have been nice, I was actually glad she didn't vocalize any of her thoughts at the time. I couldn't tell you if she had multiple personalities or if it was just the very plain and simple fact that she was out of her fucking mind, but at times my mum would be the sweetest person in the world and actually mean it, other times she was a hell beast but I digress. I could remember blushing, feeling like a total prat because I had probably been leaned against a wall just thinking and zoning out the whole time, I was glad she dragged me out of my little world.

My mum is actually a rather lovely woman, despite her dull and dry personality. She is an ER doctor at the South Park Hospital and gets paid a decent amount as well, when added to what my father makes as a dentist; we're in pretty well living. Dark blue eyes, fair skin, soft features, and angelic hair that fell over her shoulders in ringlets; Sarah was one of those people that made all the other adults her age kick themselves when she entered the room. I used to think she was god, but didn't most children think their parents were? We were all just so blatantly amazed by them because they seemed to know everything; that the sun would always go down, that something would be hot and burn us, that we shouldn't do something-yes they knew everything when we were younger. That of course went away as we all get older and realize how much of a stupid twat we were in our younger years. I never had that stage where I thought I knew everything and that my parents were always wrong- you know? Where you get to that teenage state and have an ego of fire? I always accepted that they were older and knew more about the world than I did, even now- at seventeen, I do. Don't get me wrong though, I've got one hell of an ego. Well, let's get back onto my recollection of what happened.

"Oh, hello mum," I said with a smile that didn't have any affect on my mum, typically smiles are contagious, not with her. Intimidated by the look she was giving me I started to fix out imaginary wrinkles on my shirt-yes, I was a "fidgeter" when I was younger. That habit died as I got older because of a certain French boy that would tease me for it, after a year of teasing I pretty much warped my personality, gotten a lot cockier, more blunt, more flirtatious- once again, getting off topic. She finally smiled back at me, it was a fake smile, I couldn't tell at the time, but now, looking back on it, it was. "You can always tell when the person is lying, bluffing, or really, you can tell anything just by looking at the person's eyes." I remember I had explained that to Christophe once, I didn't expect him to actually start using that technique against me… Anyway, I was relieved when I saw my mother smiling at me and relaxed a bit waiting to hear what exactly she wanted. It would have been a lie to say I was still on edge with her since she had given birth to Amberlynn. My father had warned me that mother would be acting different I just hadn't expected she'd change so much, and even after the birth she was still so different.

"Darling, why not go have something to eat? There is a lot of food out." I could tell by how quickly her smiled dropped that she was bothered by something, if the lack of a smile wasn't a dead give away it was how mirthlessly she said 'darling'. I don't understand her anymore, she used to flaunt me around, she used to be so proud of me, and I guess that changed. I mean, yeah, sometimes she still loves me and treats me like I'm her favourite person ever, but other times she hates my guts and wishes I wasn't her son, though she keeps all of the hate to herself until we're alone. In all honesty, I don't care much anymore, or that's why I try to convince everyone including myself… Back to the story.

"Alright, I will do, I am a somewhat hungry," I said with a smile still written across my features. I never expected that me being forced to go to a party would have been the biggest change in my life. I probably would have never noticed the tanned brunette smoking outside if I hadn't been going to get a cup of fruit-punch that was placed by a window. I stared out the window at him for a moment, I don't really know if he noticed, I never really asked. I looked over at the bowl of punch and decided I could live without any. I was more interested by the only person at the party that seemed to be my age. Without thinking about if my parents would worry or not I made my way to the glass sliding door and exited the house to find the other boy against the wall. The brick wall of cigarette smoke hit me and made me frown, even if he was outside it was still there, and it was very gross. The other boy looked young with dishevelled brown hair, tan skin, and a wary look even as a cigarette hung from his lips. The tan boy was sporting a dark green shirt with dark brown pants… and a shovel on his back... I guess I could say I considered he was attractive even then, though I didn't really think about that, that's honestly not the first thing on a six-year-old's mind.

"'Ello, I'm Gregory, erm, you don't mind if I stay out here with you, do you?" I questioned offering a smile to the gruff boy, trying to be as polite as possible without choking on cigarette smoke. I wasn't exactly intimidated by him, I probably should have been but I guess I just hadn't thought of being. So, was it bravery or stupidity? You tell me. The look he gave me through those dark hazel eyes didn't really help anything, it was a look that said "get the fuck away from me you annoying little rich bitch." Or maybe I was just over-reading things and it was just a glare. Either way it was all the response he was giving me, how very rude. "There's no one else my age around and all the adults ignore me or call me cute… It's sort of trying," I tried again; there was no real reason for him to be so rude, other than of course he's a total git. I was still smiling yet again I was returned with a rude gesture; the male gave me a bored look and raised one of his well shaped eyebrows at me. I furrowed my eyebrows and gave him a sour look; it must have looked amusing because I noticed a very-short-lived look of amusement cross his face. I have to say; I wasn't well impressed with the standoffishness of the other male.

I wasn't surprised when the other boy pushed off the wall and started walking away, I was more annoyed. He hadn't even given me his name and he was being a total arse and I hadn't even done anything. So, of course, I followed him, stubborn look and all as he walked. "You're not being very polite." I remember managing to catch up to him and say that before he started walking faster. I stormed after the tanned boy and managed to catch up to him again, I shot him a look but he just ignored me and sped up once again, every time I caught up with him he'd just quicken his pace. I hadn't been paying attention to where we were going, I was simply determined to figure out why he was being so mean to me, I don't even know why I cared, perhaps because I wasn't used to that treatment. I nearly jumped out of my skin when Christophe stopped abruptly and turned to face me, his look was cold as if it could pierce through your soul. Though I was wearing my clothes I felt cold and exposed under the look, I'm quite glad the look faded into something less, was it that obvious he had scared the hell out of me? I, of course locked my blue eyes with his dark hazel ones, not backing down, I guess you could say. I hadn't really noticed how intimidating he was until he growled something at me. I hadn't been expecting the thick French accent that escaped his lips so whatever he had growled at me passed right over my head. All I could really manage was a simple, "What?" which got scoffed at and full on ignored.

I really had not been expecting what had happened next, to help you understand my shock; I would have been more expecting for a car to come out of no where and hit us-hell, I would have been more expecting of the ground to open and both of us fall in to our dooms. The French boy turned his back to me and removed the shovel from where it was kept on his back and started digging- well more like violently attacking the ground, everything he did seemed angry, don't ask me how you make digging angry, but he managed. So violently that when the metal of the shovel hit the ground with a force that could kill someone I flinched, he wasn't even facing me and I flinched. Then the little arse decided to hurl dirt and Earth over his shoulder exactly where I was standing-coincidence? I think not! Luckily, I managed to realize what was going to happen and scrambled out of the way. I swore I saw him laugh quietly, but I was too busy glaring and giving him a bitter look to do anything about it… Well, to be honest, that's probably why he laughed at me. Instead of complaining I decided to watch him dig, I was somewhat curious as to why he was digging a hole.

It didn't take very long for the French boy to disappear from my view, into the hole he had created. "Oi, what on Earth are you doing?" No response, no angry French accent; nothing. I could feel myself scowl as I took a rather light step forward. "You're well rude! I hope you know!" With a great amount of hesitation I jumped down into the hole the French boy had dug. It was a lot deeper and bigger than I had expected and it was probably obvious by the "ouf" noise I let out when I landed right on my bum. I felt my cheeks go hot, I probably looked like a total tool, and bashfully I looked up to see dark hazel eyes giving me a shocked look. Then I took notice of how mucky he was and decided to see how bad I was. I regretted that choice, but instead of giving away how horrified I was I looked back up at the tan boy who was still staring at me as if I had been a transvestite who had just declared their undying love to him. "Wow," I began but felt somewhat self conscious under his gaze. I still get that way, I still get nervous when he stares, I'm sure he notices it because I start to chew on my bottom lip, it's very noticeable. I felt like a total bumbling buffoon in front of him as I tried to gather together a grammatically correct sentence. "You're proper good at digging…" I know, greatest grammatically correct sentence ever, right? Well, I continued to stare dumbly at him as his shock turned into mild amusement. I could tell because his lips curled up into a smirk, it was probably because I looked out of place all mucky in a hole with him. "You're like a mole," I said as I stood up and wiped as much of the dirt off me as possible. "Or perhaps a worm."

"Leetle beetch!" Was the first thing he really ever said to me, other than whatever it was he growled at me in the beginning. That was a little over eleven years ago, now things were a lot different. One of the biggest things I should mention is that my parents were out on vacation in Rome, meaning other than the maid, I had the house to myself. Well, that and Christophe might sort of be my sexy fiancé now...

I was just washing up the dishes I had used to contain my fruit salad when I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist and a pair of lips on my neck. We both knew I didn't have to wash the dishes, but Anita was rather nice and I felt like giving her a break from all the cleaning she had to do. "Yes, I know, you want attention. I'm sorry, just go upstairs and change, I'll be up in a few minutes." I heard him sigh and grumble something angry in French as he pulled away from me. I can just imagine the pouty annoyed look he's giving out as he walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I had to keep myself from smiling; he was just so cute sometimes. When I finally finished I turned the kitchen light off and headed upstairs to my room. I could feel dark hazel eyes on me even thought the TV was on when I opened the door and headed to the dresser that contained both my sleeping clothes and ones I bought Christophe, once again I felt the smile burning at my lips but refrained. Quietly I grabbed a set of clean clothes and went into the bathroom that connected to my room.

I brushed my teeth for the third time today, washed my face and of course changed into my night clothes. When I say night clothes I mean a pair of tan cotton pajama pants. I took a moment to give the scar right below my belly button a bored stare before exiting the bathroom and flicking the light off as I stepped into my room, to find Christophe in his usual sleeping attire, a black wife-beater and a pair of dark green pants. He was laying on my bed propped up on the pillows watching something on the television; I didn't bother to look at what he was watching. I just crawled into bed and cuddled up against him.

I could hear his heartbeat, it was rather peaceful, the warmth and thudding of his heart. Idly I played with the necklace with the ring I had given him that was in front of my face. I love the moments like this, where everything is peaceful… Where I don't have to worry about losing him to his job, where there's no fighting or even playful bickering. I love these moments. I felt a smile creep into features and I couldn't keep myself from pushing up off of the bigger male's chest just enough to get a good view of the teen's eyes. "Is this what you planned?" Letting out a small chuckle I decided to elaborate, "I mean did you know this would be how we ended up?" I couldn't keep myself from sliding a hand onto his cheek and leaning up enough to press a kiss onto his lips not being shy about slipping my tongue in his mouth at all. I never would have thought in a million years at that time that I would have developed the biggest crush on him pretty much a year after meeting him. I pulled away slightly with a smile. "I might be brilliant, but I would have never guessed it."