Sup losers

xMistressChaosx- Hopefully you'll allow a love triangle.

Rated for drug and alcohol uses/references, (crappy) sex scenes, very strong language and homosexuality.

Francoise and Andre are my OCs.

I will not be adding three OCs

because

A. they are stupid

B. their personalities don't match with their description and backstory

C. what the fuck

D. what the fuck

or

E. you were anon

DON'T WORRY IF YOU INTERACTED WITH ME B4 YOU WILL BE IN THE STORY

AND AND IF YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON CARTMAN OR ANOTHER OC YOU WILL ALSO BE IN THE STORY B)

I'M SORRY FOR SHORT CHAPTER I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK

NOOOOO

AND CAMP

I SHALL CRAP OUT AN INSANELY LONG CHAPTER LATER

PARTY TIEM GUIS

and guis

i can't gurantee you'll get the crush you want

its highschool

cheating will be involved

duhhhh

and other people said they wanted them first


Francoise wasn't really sure what compelled the three of them to become friends, anyways.

It was probably that one incident in pre-k; the one with the take-out pizza store, fireworks, tuna, police, and guard dogs.

Lots and lots of big, bad guard dogs.

Christophe didn't really like to talk about it.

But it had caused the three of them to magically bond, despite their (not so) drastic differences, and their friendship had magically lasted till that present day.

Where Francoise was currently running around in her underwear; with some random guy's pants on her head, singing (more like shrieking like a dying pre pubescent gorilla, actually) S&M at the top of her lungs.

There was also a boy chasing after her for his pants cause he obviously was not and did not get some. But he doesn't matter because he is not important. He is merely an extra.

She ran in circles for a bit, darting around people, then collapsed.

On the floor.

In her polka dotted bra and boxers.

The pants fell to the ground next to her, forgotten.

It would've been quite a sight in a restaurant, or a park, or something.

But she wasn't really at a something.

Actually, she wasn't at all.

Somethings were overrated, after all.

She was at a party, at Token Black's house (why yes, he had a thing for Rihanna; he even met her once, in Vegas) three days and four nights before the school year started.

She didn't really want school to start. She thought about what her final year in high school would be like, what it would feel like to practically be a ruler of the school.

Victorious? Triumphant?

And then she got stepped on.

Just like a little bug.

Was karma sending her a message?

Hopefully her senior year would not feel like that, because being stepped on is not fun. At all.

Especially for little black haired bugs like Francoise.

Trust me.

She stood up before she got stepped on again, and stumbled around to look for her friends.

Francoise is quite drunk, quite obviously. She's a lightweight. If you haven't noticed, you are either very stupid or you haven't been reading everything.

She does not puke that much. Only the next day does that happen.

She stumbled some more; her drunken haze causing her senses to slow, thus causing her to be quite sluggish.

And then, she stumbled like a sluggy sluggish slug right in to another bug. Except, this bug was a redhead bug, who really needed to get a haircut.

"Sawwwwyeeerrrrr!" she grinned, rather stupidly. People tend to get quite stupid when they are drunk, or even just buzzed. "How ya doin'?" She slung an arm around him (the red head named Sawyer seriously guys), or at least, attempted to, considering he was a whole fucking head taller than her.

Sawyer smirked at her, amusement flickering in his light blue eyes. "Me? I'm doing fine," he said with a grin,"but who exactly have youbeen doing?"

Francoise blinked at him for a second. Then she grinned. "Blimey! You're funny! You should have a TV show!"

She then proceeded to babble towards him about how she wanted to have a reality TV show about crocodiles from Scandinavia since then they had to be sexy and she would make them do stuff like eat gum that was on the sidewalk until Christophe magically (LOL LOL YOU GET IT?) appeared and rescued him like a knight would a damsel in distress from a dragon except there were two men and the dragon was replaced by a pathetic five foot tall black haired bug.

They should have kept the dragon.

"Sorry about 'er," Christophe said, looking down at him, apologetically, who now had a whining little bug clawing at his leg. "She tends to act quite stupeed when drunk, see?" He beckoned to her. She was tying his shoe laces together. He proceeded to kick her in the non existent tits.

"Oowwwwwiee!"

They ignored her.

Sawyer nodded, his eyes kind of wide. Not so wide that it looked like his nuts went to his eyeballs, but you know what I mean. He chuckled. "It's okay. She makes good company. She also tends to turn British, and Texan."

Christophe nodded at him. His face was completely devoid of emotion, but there was the slightest trace of a smile in his dark eyes. He then grimaced as he kicked Francoise a second time, who was now pinching his shins.

"You have muscular shins." She giggled, hiccupping.

"Shut the fuck up. Let's find Andre."

She groggily rose to her feet, using the two taller boys as balances, and practically fell in to the crowd, a mass of dancing bodies (TO RIHANNA BABY) grinding up against each other.

Christophe gave the redhead a sort of "please help me" look, a mix between an annoyed and exasperated expression. Then he, too, dove in to the sea of people as he went to chase after his drunken friend.

Sawyer watched him go.

"His ass isn't as fine as Kyle's, you know."

"Holy cow, Bebe! Don't sneak up on me like that!"


"Hey, baby."

Jamie practically jumped out of his super tight skirt, and shoved the person's arms off his waist. He whipped around, ready to punch the guy in the fucking-

He immediately stopped in mid swing.

No one was there.

"Holy fuck, man! I thought you were a girl!"

Jamie glanced down, only to find a trembling, lanky, blond haired boy with wide eyes staring up at him, his hands raised protectively over his face.

"S-sorry about that, I'll go now, don't punch me," he stuttered, plastering a tentative smile on his face as he turned to leave.

"No, wait. I'm bored."

The boy seemed surprised. "Really? Alright then."

He relaxed on the wall on a spot right next to Jamie.

They stood in silence for several minutes.

"Did you know that today, in 1781, Los Angeles was founded?"

Silence.

And then- "Holy shit, man. I love you." The blond was gawking at him. "Be my best friend, man! My name is Andre, by the way, you're Jamie, right? What classes do you have? Are you in the American history study group? Wendy started it!"

Jamie smiled a little. "No, thanks. I have two already; no more. I know your name, you're the one of the ones who broke in to Damien's locker and pissed in it last year. I don't remember; and I don't carry the schedule on me at parties, I'm afraid. No. I don't like Wendy that much, she's too similar to Cartman."

"You know him? He set my head on fire, I got pissed. Plus it was hilarious. And they are, except Wendy's totally hot and Cartman's a fat fuck. Chances are he won't even get in to the community college. He'll turn out like his whore of a mom. Except he's hideous, man. He resembles dog shit with a face."

Jamie pondered.

Maybe being friends with this kid, despite his first impression and the fact he wouldn't shut the fuck up, wouldn't be so bad after all.


"WENDY CAN I HAVE YOUR UNDERWEAR!"

"...excuse me?"

"AY!"

"HAHAHAHA YOU OWE ME TEN BUCKS NOW, YOU FUCKING FRENCH BITCH!"

Francoise promptly kicked Kenny in the shin, who then- in a very unfashionable way- hopped around, holding his leg and groaning.

Christophe sighed.

As he shook his head, an attractive blond haired girl walked up to him.

"Hi," she said, looking shyly up at him.

"'Ello." Christophe may have had a face set practically in stone, but he was not a rude man.

"You're supposed to protect your girlfriend, you know," she said, beckoning towards Francoise and Kenny, who were beating the shit out of each other at the moment. She blinked up at him, her lashes fluttering over her big green eyes. "You know that, right?"

"She ees not my girlfriend. And she can take care of 'erself."

"Oh. I see," the blond said, not taking her eyes off of Kenny. "My name is Bonnie. I'm her friend. Oh, um, Francoise's friend I mean."

"That ees nice."

"What's your name?" She looked at him, smiling.

"Christophe DeLorne."

"Can I call you Chris?"

"No."

"Tophe?"

"Fuck you."

"Hmph." She scrunched up her nose and turned back towards the fighting pair. Francoise was sitting on Kenny's legs as she repeatedly hit the middle of his back. Kenny was flailing wildly, like a fish. Except fishes didn't have arms and messy blond hair. "Kenny's soo dreamy."

Christophe raised an eyebrow. Even in that position? Where a tiny little girl was beating the shit out of him? A fucking man? "He ees quite well een bed," he said.

"Oh... what?"

"He'll get een to anyone's pants. Even mine." A pink blush dusted his cheeks as he remembered what had happened. The poor bastard made him feel so fucking sorry for him, with his goddamned giant blue eyes and shitty tattered hoodie.

Anyone's pants.

And their wallet, too.

"I wish he would take it down a notch." Bonnie lowered her eyes, sadly. "I want to date him."

"Getting 'eem to commeet weell be a beetch."

He placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Try offereeng blowjobs. They make a nice eempression. Good luck."

He then proceeded to drag Francoise away before Bonnie asked him more questions and Kenny went to hell.

Kenny didn't want to miss the first day of school, after all.


He wasn't anything like the people he hung around with.

His hips were nowhere near as big as the curvacious girls he was so used to, and he was so much taller than the nerds in his study group.

His personality was so much different than his two best friends, he was much calmer, quieter, and not in the way Christophe was. He was levelheaded; unlike the French boy.

His hair was dyed red, and he wasn't a fucking scenester.

He was unique.

He was wearing a fucking skirt.

Andre liked him.

They had never really talked in school. Sure, they had passed each other in school, had classes together, knew each other's names, but they didn't know each other.

He was a nice guy.

He had a nice ass, too.

Aw, shit.

Curse his wandering eyes1

His train of thoughts were interrupted as he heard a too familiar voice cry out.

"Annnndddreeeeee!"

Francoise tackled him, knocking him to the ground.

Christophe smirked.

Andre glared at him, and shoved Francoise off his chest. He held his wrist, gingerly. "I think you broke it."

"Who's your friend?" she asked, ignoring his remark, her expression suggestive. She turned to Jamie and waggled her eyebrows.

"Are you fucking drunk?" Andre asked, staring at her.

"She ees."

"Oh."

"Should I leave?'

The three of them (well, two mainly, Francoise was rolling around, thanks for the booze, Token) looked where the voice came frome.

Presumably, Jamie.

"No, stay," Andre said. "Sorry about our friend. She's normally a quiet sweetheart, but when's she drunk as fuck she's kind of, well, nutso."

"STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT CHAINS AND WHIPS EXCITE MEEE"

"She ees also a singing drunk."

Rihanna wasn't even playing anymore.

Jamie chuckled, his eyes lighting up.

Andre stared at him for a second, but only a second. His attention returned to Francoise.

"First one drunk. Last one down. She's almost like Kenny."

"HEY ERRYBODY!"

No one even turned around.

"Hi Kenny."

"Aw, fuck, ees he drunk, too?'

"I GOT SOME! AHAHAHAH!"

"Yes."

"BOOOZEEE! HAH I GOTCHA!"

"You dumb fuck! Where you think you're goin'?"

"Hi Cartman."

"Sup bitches."

"Hey, where'd Jamie go?"

"'e deesappeared. I suppose he doesn't like being around too many people. Especeeally Cartman."

"Ay! Fuck you guys."

"Nahh, I'll pass. You're kinda ugly."

"Go to hell."

"Now? Hopefully not. After school starts, maybe, sure."


Andre is bi, Francoise is heterosexual and bi romantic, and Christophe is confused as fuck.

k thanks.

I'm reading my old shit.

Wow. I sucked.

So. Much.

Still do, better though.

bleh

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party will go on till next chapter, then school starts third chapter

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Hopefully

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