Full Summary: There is a tie that binds all these people together. The tie is one day - severed. What they don't know, is by severing it, they would all be affected dearly. Now, they have no one to turn to but themselves. And they'll try to avoid that since they're running from the guilt and the emptiness. This is the story of that tie, those that were bound to him, and the new friendships he began to replace the old.
But there was one person who would not let him go. Clutching the remains of a broken friendship in his hand, along with the other half of his 'best friends' necklace, he will try to mend it. Because when you lose the one dearest to you, you will stop at nothing to try and get them back.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters. I do, though, own my mind, this story and if I'm lucky, this concept. Thank you for choosing to read "Ties".
Thank you note/Upcoming: Thank you to anyone who previously read this story. You are awesome. As a treat, as soon as I'm finished editing all the chapters I will finish writing and even hopefully post Chapter 13: The Party not too long after! And it shouldn't take too long to do Chapter 14: Fast Forward, because I've had an idea for that one for a long time now.
It shouldn't take more than a month to finish the story off, considering the epilogue is already written, ;D! So please enjoy the rest of the story!
Chapter 1: I Hate Mornings.
(September 5th)
Christophe's P.O.V
I awake and stare at my ceiling. I pause and let out a sigh. Ze only moment of peace I 'appen to receive in a day. Within mere moments zis will be shattered by ze scream of zat retched woman 'oo calls 'erself my muzer. I roll my eyes. Speak of ze she-witch...
Normal P.O.V.
A pretty woman opens up his door and shoots the young French man a disapproving look. "Christophe! Get out of bed zis instant and get ready for school!" She says impatiently. "You are going to miss ze bus!" She pauses for a moment and looks around his room before adding, "and straight home after school, monsieur! You are to clean zis pigsty!"
"Understand?" she demands softly. Somehow, that makes it all the more threatening.
"Oui, muzer," he replies. She searches his expression and, satisfied, leaves the room. "Alzough… eet's not as if I'm ever allowed to go anywhere, anyways," he mutters resentfully when he was sure she was gone.
Scowling, he gets up and starts pulling on random clothes from his floor. "Stupid woman…" was one of the occasional things he muttered during his task.
Finished, he makes his bed for fear she'd bitch at him for that as well. Both tasks completed, he grabs his bag and heads downstairs.
"Au revoir, Christophe. Have a good day, d'accord?" came an all too pleasant voice from the living room.
Christophe grabbed a croissant from the kitchen and when he got to the door responded, "Oui, I will…" before closing the door and muttering "bitch."
Kenny's P.O.V.
I got up and yawned loudly before getting up and scratching my unmentionables. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck… Another school year…" I groan as though it would stop it from being as such.
…No luck. It was still a Wednesday. It was the first full day of classes at that. Ugh. I hate school.
Oh well. If you can't change it, roll with it. I grab some random clothes and my parka and put them on before grabbing my bag and running out the door, not wanting to hear my mom or dad yell at me again. It sucks being me, trust me.
I booked it to the bus stop, because if I didn't, I wouldn't have made it.
I shoved in front of some other kids and don't bother trying to figure out who they are. When I get on, I instantly choose one of the seats at the back of the bus. I didn't want to sit next to anyone today.
I stared out the window and watched the world go by for a couple minutes ignoring the loud bunch of people around me. Those damn idiots. Can't they ever shut up?
After a couple of stops and a bunch more loud people came on board, I felt eyes on me. So I turned and looked at whoever it was. He seemed to be older then me, but not by much. "Yeah?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. Not many people spoke to me, so it was different talking to a complete stranger.
When he spoke, he had this rich French accent that was intriguing to listen to. It was fairly deep and the accent almost slurred his words. "You're in ze place I want to sit," he said simply. It seemed as though he could make anything sound sexy with that voice.
"Then sit." I contemplated him silently for another moment. He had slightly messy dark brown hair, a tan, he was well built and had these really nice grey-blue eyes the color of rain. Yeah. That's what they were; rain.I bet a lot of girls liked him. Lucky bastard.
But I was forced to laugh after the bus threw him off balance and he nearly fell on me, trying to cover it up by saying; "Fine. I guess I will."
…Damn him and his stupid sexy accent, and damn his stupid rugged looks too. There's no way I'd ever be able to compete with that. Ever.
Christophe's P.O.V.
I glared at ze too brightly colored boy 'oo 'appened to be in my spot. He seemed to notice and turned to look at me. "Yeah?" he questioned me in a muffled voice. I simply looked at him. "You're in ze place I want to sit."
He still looked at me. "Then sit." I stared at him for anu-zer moment before I was forced to sit because of a sharp turn. I was slightly disgruntled and after a moment said, "Fine. I guess I will."
He seemed to find zis amusing because I 'eard muffled laughter. "What?" I growled. I thought I 'eard him say somezing along ze lines of "nothing"… but eet's 'ard to understand him with zat stupid hood on.
Normal P.O.V.
Christophe studied the boy next to him before stating simply, "Take eet off." Kenny looked over in mild surprise before grinning slightly. "I barely know you and you want me to take off my clothes? Wow. First day of high school and someone already wants in my pants! …Heh heh, the rumors were true."
Christophe shot a slightly disgusted look towards the blonde. "Non, moron. I meant ze fucking hood. Eet's 'ard to understand you." Kenny shot a slightly surprised look at the dark-haired boy next to him. "You can understand me?"
"Of course. Eet's just a little difficult." Christophe replied, sounding slightly confused, "Why?" Kenny tilted his head to the side slightly. "Not many people can other than my friends," he said pointedly, mentioning to a few boys a couple rows away.
"Why aren't you sitting next to zem, zen?" The 15 year old asked gruffly. He seemed to hit a nerve because the shorter boy suddenly stiffened. "Just… because. There's no room."
Kenny seemed to sense Christophe's annoyance because he suddenly took off his hood. He even opened his coat for good measure. "It's not that big of a deal, okay?" Kenny paused, "Well, you know why I'm here… but why are you?"
Christophe took a moment to study his companion before replying. He had long-ish blonde hair, a thin, slightly muscular frame (of what he could see), he was more tanned then anyone else in this town (which was weird since he seemed to have lived here all of his life) and he had these remarkable blue eyes the color of clear arctic waters.
"Even zough your friends are familiar to me, I do not know many people 'ere. I 'aven't been 'ere since zat stupid war. Zis reminds me… I need to kick ze shit out of ze fat one later."
Kenny looked confused. "I know why most people want to kick the shit out of Cartman, but why do you? By the way, my name's Kenny."
Christophe snorted, "Christophe. …Zat fat cock sucker got me killed!" A pause before, "I fucking hate guard dogs!"
And the only thing Kenny had to say to that was: "You've died too?"
A/N: This is a slightly edited version of my original story. I just had to fix some mistakes here and there and maybe revise some things. Again, I thank everyone who read this previously. It means a lot to me. And if you fav'd this story or anything like that, I love you! :D
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