A/N: Hey guys! Here's the new chapter, I hope you like it! The reason I'm putting the authors note up here is because I just want to tell you about how I wrote Christophe's accent. I HATE it when people try to write his dialogue with his accent. We get it, he's french! I'm not going to do that, mostly cause it's really hard and I'm just lazy like that.

Anyway, hope that doesn't make you guy too angry and I hope you can still enjoy this chapter!

With a heavy pout, Gregory ran a hand through his short, curly blond hair and poked at his haft eaten lunch with disinterest. "I still can't believe they paired us up with those two berks!*" He stated with an airy tone. "Me and Stanley I can understand a bit, but you and that twitchy fellow? I think not! After all, why would you want to be with that frightened little worm when you could be with someone as smart and sophisticated as me?"

"Right." Christophe, who sat quietly across from Gregory at their lunch table, said and took a large bite of his cheese burger.

"I mean truly, who would even think that? Those girls are daffy, they must be. Most couples on that list barely made sense. I don't even know who this Thomas boy is and he was paired up with Craig. But if you ask me, I think that Craig has feelings for Tweek. I mean, have you seen how close they are? It would have made more sense to pair them up together instead, am I right?"

Christophe wiped some ketchup off his face with the back of his hand. "Yes, you are right." He replied calmly.

"And what, may I ask, is Tyde?" Gregory grabbed his napkin and dabbed his face with it. "I mean sure, the two of them are seen hanging out with each other from time to time but I'm certain that their both as straight as they come. Correct me if I'm wrong but didn't Clyde used to date Bebe Stevens a few years back? She of all people should know what team he's playing for. And didn't Wendy once dump Stan for Token?"

The french teen shrugged. "Maybe, I guess." He took another bite out of his burger.

Gregory grinned triumphantly. "You see? So that only proves that all those couples are phony! I think the girls are all just using this list as an excuse for their perverted fantasies. I once heard a rumor that, like men with lesbians, women have fantasies about men being with other men." He threw his head back and laughed. "Isn't that something? Hey, if the whole mercenary thing doesn't work out we could always get into the porn business! I bet girls would love to see the things we do behind closed doors, huh?"

Christophe didn't laugh at this, his expression remained blank as he silently nodded in agreement.

The blond Brit sighed angrily. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah." The Mole nodded again.

"Oh, no your not!" Gregory's emerald eyes flared with green flames as he huffed at his boyfriend. "God, your always so emotionless! It's sometimes hard to tell if your even alive with that cold, dead stare of yours!"

A simple hum was the only reply.

The blond Brit moaned in frustration and leaned back in his chair. "I wonder if you even have emotions? You never show them so I have to doubt you have any in that icy heart of yours!" He sat up again and leaned over the table to get face to face with his french lover. "No one even knew we were dating before this morning." His voice was smooth and gentle, as was the hand that found it's way under the table and was now rubbing Christophe's thigh.

"You know, It's hard to be passionate without emotions." Gregory's hand touched The Mole's face, his fingers brushing his hair out of his dark eyes. "Since you don't seem very passionate about me, I wonder if you actually would sleep with that twitchy boy behind my back?"

"Your right," Christophe said finally, his voice not only thick with his heavy accent but also with a hint of lust. And to Gregory's surprise he was grinning. "I can not shy away from the truth. I would love to bone that caffeine addicted freak you speak so kindly of."

The arrogant blond seemed amused by this, but only because he knew that Christophe was only joking. "Is that so?"

"Yes, Mon Cheri." Their faces were so close now that their lips just barely touched. "I plan to rondevu with him at sunset. But you won't be lonely, you'll have Stan remember? I'm certain he would love to tap you anyway, did you see how lovingly he reacted when he found out you were paired with him?He's simply adores you, I just know it."

A soft laughed escaped Gregory. "Well, he and Tweek will have to suffer from their broken hearts because there is no way I'm letting you go."

"Hmm, I think I can live with that." Christophe said before finally crashing their lips together in a hard kiss.

A/N:

* lol British slang is fun!

Well for all of you who actually care and were kind enough to review about it, my sister is doing good in rehab and should be home in a mouth or two. But thanks for your support! I really appreciate it! Oh! And sorry for such a short chapter, the next one will be longer I swear. I had a lot of trouble with this one, Gregory and Mole are hard to write about!

And as always, please send in what couple you wanna see next!