((Ok so this was pretty random cause I was very bored and because this song is awesome. Oh the song this story is based on is: Didn't Wanna Do It by Julia Volkova (Uncensored/Explicit). Enjoy!))

Gregory was heading home after along day. Well, not just one day, three days. The blonde had paperwork that needed to be completed by the end of the week. Three days of no sleep makes you tired. The brit was tired and just wanted to go home. Luckily his girlfriend Wendy was there to make him feel better. She always did. The raven-haired girl either made him something to eat or just mostly did anything he asked her to do. Even if he told her to sit down and take a 5-minute break, she refused. But lately she had been on the phone more than anything. Texting someone. And since Wendy's phone had a code on it, he didn't worry about it too much. Gregory didn't want to call her because the brit wanted to surprise. He wasn't supposed to home for another 2 days.

Sadly, the only thing now missing in Gregory's life was his partner in crime. He had died 2 years back on a mission in Soviet Russia. The blonde missed him deeply. The last words he heard him say were strange and he didn't understand them "No mercy for ze lost, zere's no sootheeng for ze sad. Ze line was never crossed, but I am ze liveeng dead."

Gregory didn't understand any part of it. It confused him but he forgot about it after the first year.

He drove home after cleaning up his office. As he drove, he did as he always did when he wanted to look nice. HE fixed his hair in the rear-view mirror. Everyone said he turned into a chick when it came to his hair. HE so said his blonde; slicked back hair was his "pride and joy". He made himself look clean and the only thing he worried about were the bags under his eyes. They made him look filthy.

After an hour of driving and tidying himself up, he arrived home. Something wasn't right at all. Someone's car was there. It wasn't their regular visitor, Bebe. Her car was a brand new shiny red mustang. This was a Chrysler 200; it was a blackish gray color. Who was that? Surely she wasn't… No of course not! She loved Gregory and He loved Wendy. He wanted to make sure though.

The blonde used his key to unlock their front door, since the raven had locked it. She's never locked the door before. As soon as he opened the door, he heard the upstairs floors squeaking. It was either her walking or she was tossing and turning in the bed. He slowly made his way upstairs, making sure he didn't blow his cover. After climbing their lousy staircase that contained 14 steps, he heard noises. Moans. The hell was going on? IT should have been obvious but it wasn't. He made his way to the shut door and once he was the closest he could to it, he kicked it open. There she was. She was in the bed, with Stan, having sex. Why would she cheat?! They had been together for so long. He was shocked. Once the two making love heard the door hit the wall, they stopped and looked at the doorway, only to see Gregory there. She blushed and stuttered as she spoke to him.

O-oh. Hi Gregory.

You stupid bitch! How could you?!

IT not what it looks like!

So you're not in bed with my enemy?

Umm..

SCREW YOU!

The blonde screamed at her as he began to leave his house. He wanted to be by himself. They had been together since a week after the war ended. He wasted so many years with her. All those years, the presents, memories, everything just went down the drain. He sat on the sidewalk outside. There was nothing there but the road and a telephone pole covered in old rusty nails.

As he sat there awhile, he got used of nobody walking by besides when Stan left. That was about it, soothe British boy was surprised to see a familiar blonde boy named Butters walk by. HE smiled and waved a bit at him. Butters just slightly waved with his fingers. He had a piece of paper in his hand, it had just a little bit of words on it.

What's with that paper, Butters? He asked politely. The frightened blonde didn't answer. He just took a green tack and hung it on the telephone pole before walking off in the same direction he came in. The blonde that had sat on the ground scoffed as he ignored him. Then as he walked off, Gregory looked directly at the paper he posted up. It read:

Relationship Problems?

Call 69

Well that was weird. The brit in orange eyed it for a minute. Was he really going to call that Spam? Yes… The blonde grabbed the phone and dialed the two numbers that were on the poster. It rang for a second and then the line ended. He hung his phone up and laughed to himself. He REALLY DID just fall for that. But then as he wiped his hair from his face, a white car pulled up on the opposite side of the road. The passenger side facing the blonde. He raised a brow and looked at the side. It was just a plain car.

The window rolled down and a boy about the same age as Gregory was driving. He had messed up brown hair and had tan colored skin, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and dark black sunglasses on. No… it couldn't be… was it Christophe? The blonde tilted his head as he was confused and the other moved the sunglasses to his head and smirked to the other. It WAS Christophe. In the land of the living. What was he doing here?

****TBC****