Warning: Really long chapter is really long. Typical Chapters are around 3,000 words; this chapter is 6,370 words.

Sorry this took so long. It is long; you're rewarded for the wait. (Read: It was so long I got sick of writing it for a while and then started again.)

x Kittygurl


Everything was happening way too fast for my mind to register; I had just had time to complain about the superior encoding when the computer went black, a burst of adrenaline surged through my body. Shit, that meant back up security. That thought was met with flashing red lights and an alarm. All I really knew was that we needed to get out of there so before I could even try to gather my thoughts I had grabbed on to Christophe and made an escape from the room.

"Fuck which…" I questioned in pure frustration as I tried to make an alternate escape route in my mind, luckily, Kyle came to the rescue, "Go left, there's a fire escape!" We kept running even when we stumbled through the fire escape; Kyle was rambling on about something but I really wasn't listening. I continued to run down the stairs until we both heard the sounds of dogs. Christophe tossed himself over the steps; I don't blame him, I knew he was terrified of dogs since what happened when we were younger.

There was no way we could outrun dogs; especially not guard dogs. So I stopped to shoot them; that would solve the problem easiest. I had only pulled out one of the guns from my coat when I noticed the man moving in to attack me, it was too late; I hadn't clicked the safety off to shoot him. Before I could even move to attack him there was a blade in my stomach. The sudden, sharp pain caused me to double over and push myself away from him.

The only coherent thought that was going through my mind at the time was how this man was a sodding bastard and how he was going to regret ever being born. With a simple click the safety of the gun was off, as quickly as I could I pulled my gun up to aim at the man that was approaching me with the bloodied knife and pulled. Content that he was at least not going to stab me again I tried to find Christophe, scanning the area with my eyes. I couldn't really hear anything or see anything other than him and if I did, none of it registered. He was coming up to get me and all I really knew at that point was: Shit, I hurt and that I wanted to be back with Christophe. I had my hand held to my stomach trying to stop the bleeding, though it didn't seem to be helping at all; I didn't dare look down at the wound though. Instead I waited until Christophe got closer to me and tried to walk to get to him. The attempt didn't work very well; the ground slipped from under me and I was in his arms in a matter of seconds.

As Christophe carried me to the car everything just sort of went by in a blur of colour; though I was a bit busy fighting off the pain in my stomach. Both my hands were pressed to my stomach now and it still wasn't keeping the blood in. When we got to the car and situated in the seat I buried my face in Christophe's chest for comfort.

There was some conversing I took part in but I honestly was too busy trying to keep the pain in my stomach from killing me or making me pass out because it was honestly starting to get hard to stand. Christophe was helping me keep from bleeding to death but it still felt as though one of those Alien creatures from that one movie Christophe forced me to watch was ripping through my abdomen.

The only conversing I could really vividly recall was Kyle agreeing to change the sheets… The sheets that Chris and I had had sex on just today; to say I was unenthusiastic would be an understatement. Christophe said Kyle didn't care but that wasn't the point; I cared. They were dirty and he shouldn't have to change them; Christophe should have changed them but he didn't. I told him to and he told me he would later well now look at it. How'd that work out? I shot the younger male a glare before hiding my face again.

I woke up to a rather bright light and Christophe holding my hand and sitting next to me. I thought I was dead at first but then there Christophe. Christophe had not died… As far as I remembered, anyway.

"'ey," He greeted though it didn't really make me care much at all the searing pain in my stomach took most of my attention

"I'm not… I'm not dead?" I questioned as I watched Kyle for a moment trying to get everything to register then I turned my gaze back to Christophe.

"Non," The French male replied and kissed my forehead which I didn't react to at all instead I was more interested in how I was still alive and if I was actually going to make it.

I questioned how bad the injury was and tried to pull myself into the sitting position to see it but I couldn't manage to sit up. I'm not sure if it was Kyle keeping me down or the pain that passed through my stomach but whatever it was managed to keep me down. Kyle said something about stitches; I wasn't really listening to him. I didn't want Kyle's help; I really wished I had just died instead of getting help from him.

Christophe and him spoke about stitching it up which I didn't really listen to; to me I'd rather just not hear it because I knew it wasn't going to be very nice so if I didn't know what was going on I would even worry about the fact that he was going to stitch me up. It wasn't until Christophe tossed us a roll of bandages and said that I might need it that I really started paying close attention. Kyle told me why we needed it but my full interest was on Christophe; horrified would have been an understatement for how I was at that moment.

My horror was well met when Christophe started sewing me up; pain, lots of pain, a lot more pain to meet up with the other pain that was already there. When he finished I felt like I was about to pass out. Oh, but wait; there's more! Kenny walked in with a measuring cup of blood and felt my hope slowly sinking away and being replaced with a familiar feeling of terror that was previously there. A billion facts of how unsanitary this was were flying through my head at 100 miles per hour. An additional million facts of how and why I hated needles were racing the other thoughts in my mind.

When the needle jabbed me the most prominent concept that was on my brain was that if Kenny constantly dies and comes back to life, that Cartman hadn't been murdered yet, Tweek Tweak saw gnomes that stole underpants, that there were giant guinea pigs, Saddam and Satan tried to take over the world, Imaginationland, that no one realized Craig was a flaming gay; need I say more? I would have been so irritated if I had died. When the needle was gone it didn't take very long for me to pass out.

I woke up a few times but didn't dare to get out of bed until the pain wasn't so bad.

"Get back in bed," Kyle said, pretty much scaring the shit out of me for I really hadn't noticed him on the floor reading. He stood immediately and started hovering around me ready to catch me if I fell.

"But I'm nooooot tiiiiiiiireeeeeddddddd," I whined at him, still standing a bit wobbly, being in that bed for so long has seemed to have killed my balance.

"You should be resting, and you shouldn't be up," Kyle deadpanned giving me a serious look that made me chuckle because he looked like a Chihuahua trying to be intimidating.

"But I told youuuuu; I'm not tiiiireeeeeeeddd." A smirk played across my face at the look of annoyance on his face. But he was really right, my stomach was killing me already, it hurt when I was getting up but now that I was standing it felt like my stomach was on fire.

"That doesn't matter, get back in bed," Kyle said trying to intimidate me back into bed. It really wasn't working, he wasn't as tall as me and he was too thin to even be a threat. The only thing he really had going for him was the cute nerdy look.

"Only if you or Christophe join me." I didn't give him a chance to reply instead I closed what little distance there was between us and slid my hands under and up his shirt. The blush that covered his face could rival his hair. He was a lot easier to get to than Christophe. Quickly before he could squirm away like Christophe had been fucking doing I pulled him as close as I could and attacked his neck with my lips.

"Gregory!" He screeched and pushed at me trying to get me away, it worked when his hand landed over my injured stomach and pushed. Pain rushed from my stomach through my body.

"It was a joke," I said cringing away in pain and brought my hands to my stomach that was sending waves of pain through me. Okay, maybe not so much; Kyle's cute and fucking Christophe wouldn't put out! It's been a week! I have needs!

"Oh shit, Gregory are you okay?" The redhead questioned seeming a bit panicked as he stared at me trying to figure out if he could help in some way… I know how he could help… Instead of pursuing that thought I behaved...Just barely though.

"Where's Christophe?" I questioned, answering his question with a question. Of course I wasn't okay, big hole in my stomach that felt like someone had put me into one of the Saw movies and I had some ridiculous torture and survived.

"In the shower; do you need something?" Kyle asked still seeming to be worried about my state.

"Like… Naked?" I asked knowing how ridiculous that sounded but seriously, naked Christophe after what, days of no sex? It was like a myth! Just the thought baffled me to no end because it was such a rarity!

"Yes, naked," The shorter teenager stated with his look of worry disappearing completely and a look that was one of annoyance with a hint of disapproval crossed his face, "Get back in bed."

With a sour look I complied, as much as I would have loved to get in on that naked Christophe action, my stomach was really hurting and he'd just end up bitching at me and telling me to go rest. Because he's mean and he hates me, he never wants me to have sex again. Okay, not really, but a week. I watched Kyle with a reproachful look before closing my eyes and trying to force myself back to sleep, the painkillers helped with that task though.

I spent most of my time laying in bed on my back when my stomach was too bad to stand on my own for very long, it was perfectly fine when I was laying down and drugged up, though I wasn't awake for very long when drugged up, I think the stuff they were giving me put me to sleep too. I didn't mind much; Christophe would come in and cuddle with me when I whined for him. This particular morning we were both lying in bed together and the week of no sex was starting to get to me.

"I want sex," I declared suddenly and stared at Christophe. Dark hazel eyes locked with mine as if searching for something.

"Non," He stated simply and continued to stare at me. No way… Did he say no to sex? What, did I just become unattractive because I got stabbed? Probably from having Stan blood in me, gross.

"But Chrissss." I tried sounding seductive but all of this was so frustrating and the look on his face told me I had failed at my attempt. That wasn't going to cause me to give up though; it'd been a week. I don't care what Christophe said; I wanted sex.

"Your stomach will not be up to zat." Sometimes, he knew how to say exactly what I didn't want to hear.

"But I realllllly want you," I said trying to win him over; this time managing to sound seductive and for effect I made sure to rub my hand across his crotch. It would have worked if he was so intent on not sleeping with me.

"Non," He said as he squirmed out of my grip and escaped by getting off the bed. He treated me like I was going to murder him if I got a hold of him. Note to self: next time cling to him like life depends on it.

"Ugh," I growled as I fell back on the pillows. This was so not fair and it wasn't only the fact that I usually always got what I wanted. Christophe was being absolutely unreasonable and so was Kyle but mostly Christophe. I laid there glaring daggers at my cruel boyfriend; if looks could kill Christophe would have been on the ground writing in pain…Okay, I really wouldn't have ever tried to hurt Christophe like that; no matter how mean and prude he was being. "Well, see if I say yes next time you want sex," I said with a pout that caused him to look away. "Hmph!"

I fell back to sleep after the meds I took kicked in, I honestly don't know what they had me on but it put me out rather quickly. Though, meds typically had the ability to do that really easily.

One of the next times I woke up was a little more eventful than the last few times; I awoke to Kenny McCormick. Actually I woke up to find Kenny sat on the chair that had been next to the bed from Christophe looking at a porn magazine. When I moved to get comfortable his eyes looked around the porn and to me. It was one of the few times he had his hood down, though I didn't complain.

"Hey," He said with a smile as he watched me get into a more comfortable position by propping my back up against the few pillows Christophe had managed to gather up.

"Kyle and Christophe finally get bored of watching me?" I questioned with a chuckle as he flipped the porn closed and put it on the nightstand next to the chair and bed. "Or are you just here offering porn because neither Kyle nor Christophe will put out?"

"Kyle said something about taking Christophe out for fresh air." At the time my mind translated that was 'oh so Kyle's sucking him off in some ally way.' I have to admit; I really didn't like Kyle at the time. "They won't put out? Seriously?! That sucks!" Finally someone that understood my dilemma!

"Yeah, it sucks, and so should you," I said with a grin and to my surprise he did exactly that. I'm not sure if I was joking anymore or not; Kenny is rather attractive but I can't say I liked him much at all; I guess if you're deprived, you're deprived. One minute he was sat on the chair and the next my pants were down and he was on the bed holding my hips down doing exactly what I suggested he should and damn, I was moaning like a whore. He was at par with Christophe when it came to using his tongue. This, my friends, is why Kenny's tongue is pierced.

After all the moaning was over with, he sat on the edge of the bed, his lips curled up at the corner into a rather devious smirk. "I'll have to pay you back sometime," I said, returning the amused look. He just chuckled and pulled his orange hood up in response. I never did get to pay him back; I don't think he'd want or need me to now though, anyway; Butters keeps him pretty busy in that department it seems.

We conversed until he said it was time for me to take more meds and then conversed some more until I guess I passed out, I honestly don't remember what happened. I really don't like medication, especially when it's the strong stuff.

I woke up to find Kyle on the floor reading where he usually was when Kyle was the one watching over me. Without a word I reached over and grabbed the glass of water that seemed to get refilled every time I drank it. The noise of it sliding off its previous spot caused the little redhead to look up at me. After I took a sip of the water to clench the horrid thirst that had taken over my mouth and throat I smiled at him. "Can you fix my pillows? They're well uncomfortable," I asked pleasantly while placing the glass back down.

Kyle got up with a raised eye brow and leaned over me to fix the pillows I quickly wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled him over so that he fell on top of me. I didn't let go even as the waves of pain rush through me from him falling on me. The teen went bright red with a look of annoyance and tried to get away from me but I didn't let go.

"Gregory! Behave!" Kyle squealed at me sounding exactly like his mother. Keeping one arm firmly around him, killing his chances of escape I slid one hand down him to stop at his pants line.

"What if I don't want to?" I questioned with an innocent tone that was cancelled out with a devilish smirk.

"Then I'm going to call Christophe and tell him his boyfriend is molesting me." Kyle was one of the few people that could keep up with my arguments. Shit, I wish Kenny were still here.

"He doesn't care~ It's an open relationship~" I pretty much sang at him as he grabbed onto my wrist to keep me out of his pants.

"I'm pretty sure he'll care," Kyle said as he wriggled out of my grip and scrambled away from me as quickly as possible. How in the world had both of them managed that tactic? How did he manage to get me to loosen my grip, I can understand Christophe getting away, but scrawny Kyle?

"You're wrong," was all I could argue back and instead of accepting defeat I added, "I'm tired now, so please be quiet." It didn't surprise me that he complied instead of arguing back; he'd probably have done almost anything to get me to shut up. Despite what it seems Kyle and I didn't get on very well at all; I still held the fact that he snogged Christophe against him. It took me a while to finally get along with him and when we finally did start getting along; he's a pretty interesting person.

When I finally could stand and walk around without feeling like my organs were going to spill out I didn't give up so easily. Which actually was surprisingly the next day, though I did try getting out of bed everyday now and it had been hurting less and less; finally it was bearable. So of course when I could finally walk around on my own I went back to using my cheap tricks, dirty moves and low tactics.

I waited until he was busy making me a cup of tea to make my move. Once he turned his back to me to deal with my daily request of a cup of tea was when I wrapped my arms around his waist and my hands found the usual spot on the front of his pants. I was about to try to get the zipper down but he removed my arms from around him with a sigh and turned to look at me. I didn't let that stop me; I knew how easy he was when I was mussy. I tried my best to pull the look off; tilted my chin down but not too much, I couldn't have my fringe obscuring my eyes, I needed to be able to look up at him with semi innocent eyes with the finishing touch of chewing on my lip. The fact that my hair was a mess was working with it all.

"Christophe…" I said seductively and refrained from smirking when I saw that it was working. He had to look away, meaning I could win this battle!

"Go back to bed," Christophe said trying to sound demanding but in my opinion it didn't sound very backed up; sounded more like he was making an effort to try to sound like he wanted rid of me. The words said to go but everything else about him said quite the opposite. I pretty much had him at that point; all I'd have to do is keep it up a bit more and there'd be sex.

"I will if you come too…" I all but hummed at him. Finally, I was winning one of these bloody battles for sex. Christophe and Kyle sadly weren't as easy to talk into sex as Kenny. You know it's sad when it's easier to talk someone other than your boyfriend into giving you a blowjob… Though it really, really didn't take much to talk Kenny into it at all… All I really did was ask.

"Oh hello," I said as I noticed that he did in fact want me, letting the smirk that I'd been fighting back finally play across my lips as I pushed myself up against him, "Well, now I know you want to." I would have had him if I hadn't pushed against him so that my stomach felt like someone had poured acid on it, fuck.

"Get back to bed and behave," Christophe said this time sounding like he meant it. All that passed through my mind were various fucking swears as he turned me around and walked me up the stairs. I continued my vocal attack on my misfortune all the way up the stairs and until I got to the bed. The bed that I fell into, alone, with no sex, because I made one sodding mistake.

The whole experience was exasperating to the point of me wanting to scream at something and the worst thing is that the only person I ended up acting mean to was Christophe; the last person I wanted to be mean to. I was rather horrible to him the whole time when he was only protecting me.

One time I woke up to warmth and the smell of Christophe and when I opened my eyes he was there. I don't remember falling asleep; I don't even remember falling asleep on him. Last thing I remember, I was cuddling with Christophe while watching Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends and Christophe making some comment about Cheese. I must have fallen asleep on him and one of us got uncomfortable because now I was sprawled out across Christophe's lap and the rest of the couch, using the arm rest as a pillow. Christophe didn't seem to mind though; it would have been a lie to say that Christophe didn't like cuddling. Surprisingly, Christophe was big on cuddling, which I loved because I couldn't keep myself away from him anyway. He had one hand resting on my chest right over my heart, I'm not sure if it was his way of monitoring if I was still alive or if it was just a comfort thing, hell, it might have just been he put his hand there. The other hand was petting my hair.

"Hey," I greeted tiredly up at the male who was too busy watching something on TV, he'd probably changed the channel by now.

Dark tired eyes flicked down to me, "'ello."

I smiled up at him and tried to sit up but made the stupid mistake of using my stomach muscles to pull me up. The painkillers made it feel normal; I wasn't used to having an injury. "Shit." I cringed back into Christophe who was watching me with worry written across his face. "I'm fine, don't worry." He didn't believe me; he was worrying, it was written across his face still. With a roll of my eyes I painfully pulled myself up so that I was straddling his lap. "Since when has a little pain killed me, love?"

I didn't give him a chance to respond instead I pressed my lips to his and then to his neck. The tactic didn't work on Kyle, but it sure as hell would work on Christophe. I slid my hands down his chest and tried to get the button of his pants undone without looking at it I was not wasting any time; he could quickly decided to stop me. Sadly, he managed to stop me by grabbing both my wrists with one hand and pulling my hand away. The urge to scream was attacking me but somehow I refrained and instead pulled away from his neck to glare at him.

"You don't find me attractive anymore, do you?" My glare quickly faded into a look more of sadness.

"Don't be seelly, you're just not going to be physeecally able to do what you want to do," Christophe stated and then released my hands to wrap his arms around me and pull me into a hug.

"You don't know thatttttt," I whined as I wrapped my arms around him returning the hug, "Quitters never win and winners never quit." I couldn't keep myself from smirking as I continued my try at getting sex by nibbling on his ear. "I'm a winner." Christophe's only reply was to sigh and move his head away from me. With a groan I pulled away from him though his arms were still wrapped around me. "Chris, I'll be fineee," I continued as I slid one of my hands into his lap. "I did survive getting stabbed, didn't I?"

"Go back to bed," Christophe all but growled at me as his dark eyes locked with mine. No, I was not letting him be the annoyed one here, at least I was offering!

"I don't want to, so no, I want you," I probably sounded like a spoiled rotten rich kid that always got what he wanted but in all honesty, that's exactly what I was.

"Gregory, you are not getting any, get off," Christophe said, his annoyance showing again. His arms slid off of me and back to his sides as if signalling it was my time to leave now.

"Hmph!" I stared at him with a defiant look and crossed my arms; not moving to get off of him or go back to bed. I knew he wouldn't just push me off of him because I was injured and he was treating me like I was made of glass already.

I lost the fight when he simply said "Gregory…" In a tone that felt like a kick to the crotch; it was a mixture of frustration and hurt. I sighed, letting my shoulders slump for a moment, leaned up to kiss him and then managed to get off of his lap without hurting myself or dying. "Will you at least come lay down with me if I promise to behave?"

He agreed and I ended up falling back to sleep cuddling with him; the best way to fall asleep in my opinion. Actually no, that's a lie. The best way would be cuddling after sex, but I guess falling asleep cuddling was good enough.

They were both horrid to me the whole time, yeah, friends taking care of me - psh, whatever you say. Neither would put out nor let me walk around when I obviously could and Christophe would get mad at me for not wanting to smoke in his room! It was proper madness!

"Christophe, I wantttttt a cigaretteeeee," I whined at him and got rewarded with a pack of his cigarettes getting chucked at me from across the room hitting me in the face. "Youuuu diiiiid that on purpooooosssseee," I continued to whine glaring daggers at the French male. "I can't smoke in your room," I added matter-of-factly.

"My muzzer eesn't 'ere to tell you not to," Christophe said rather bluntly as if expecting that to change my mind that I could smoke in his room.

"I want to go outside and smoke, I can't smoke in your room! That would be rude to you and your mother! I don't let you smoke in my room!" I declared but didn't give up, I was going to win this one, "Anyway, it's good for injured and sick people to get some fresh air, it helps the healing process, my mummy said so," I finished sticking my tongue out at him and not even worrying about how stupid I sounded calling her 'my mummy.'

"Fine but I'm carrying you out." Christophe had just said exactly what I wanted to hear.

"But if you do that I might hurt my stomachhhhhhh, can't I just leannnn on you? What if I prooooomise to lean on you?" I gave him the most innocent look I could manage, "Pleeeeeeeeeaaassseeeeeeeee?"

"Fine but eef you 'urt youself zere weell be no more getteeng for anytheeng ozer zan ze toilet," Christophe said with an exasperated tone as his hazel eyes watched me. I couldn't hide the smile that attacked my face as I snatched up his cigarettes.

I stood silently waiting for him to come to my side so I could lean against him and when he did I wrapped my arm around his torso and cuddled up against him. To explain how Christophe deprived I was, I'll put it simply; the fact that he wrapped an arm around me brought a smile to my face. I behaved until we got halfway down the stairs that's when my hand "accidentally" slipped lower and "somehow" ended up under his pants. He gave me a look that said he was about to yell at me and send me back up to bed. "What? I'm not hurt; you said if I got hurt. I'm not," I said innocently with a smile to prove my innocence.

"Behave," He said letting his annoyance show. I met him with a look that was just as annoyed as his tone.

"I am behaving, you know, you ARE my boyfriend," I all but growled at him and dared him to do something about where my hand was. His only response was a sigh, one that somehow managed to have more of an affect on me than anything he probably could have said. I brought my arm back up around him in a more appropriate place. "Sorry." How come he could always make me feel bad about molesting him, about molesting my boyfriend…?

We made it outside without another word, though sadly, I was not free from being babied even though I could walk around pretty well by myself. By the time the door was closing I was lighting up a cigarette, quickly and subtly I removed myself from leaning on Christophe. "Has anyone spoken to my parents?" I questioned as I started pacing, which seemed to annoy Christophe.

"Seet down," He said firmly just to get ignored. I didn't need to sit down, he was just over worrying and I was sick and tired of being treated like I was going to break if I didn't sit down, rest, or any of that.

"Does Amberlynn know what happened?" I continued right on as if he hadn't told me to sit down. Instead of sitting, I did quite the opposite, I continued to pace.

"Seet down," He tried again, this time louder and a bit more demanding as if demanding me to sit again would get me to do. When I ignored him a second time and continued to pace I felt him grab my shoulder and pull me back close to him. Psh, everyone says I have the low tactics. I let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into his lap on the bench by the garden. I'm surprised he was brave enough to pull me around again, though I guess if he thought I was going to hurt myself by pacing he'd have taken a risk.

The fact that I smoked was his fault. I was thirteen when I started; I blame Christophe. We were sat on the deck of the clubhouse because it was one of those rare warm days of summer. Christophe had just come back from another boot camp his mum sent him to so of course he was bitching and whining about how his mum was a "beetch," God was a "fucker", summer was a "beetch" and so on and so forth. I was tuning out the typical repeated rants only taking notes of any of the new insults on people; I'm sure he knew I was only half listening because I was staring off into the trees that covered the yard. The only cleared out spot in our yard was by a small pond next to my room, it's where my mum plants everything; I used to plant things there as well but learned quickly that Christophe destroyed gardens when he was angry.

I was pretty much completely zoned out when a stubbed cigarette hit me on the side of the face. I turned to look at Christophe for a moment and then at what he threw at me; when I discovered he had flicked his cigarette at me I gave him a disgusted look. "Ew. Keep your cigarettes away from me. You know those things cause cancer and they turn your teeth yellow. Do you know how many Chemicals are in those? And poisons. They're horrid," I complained, flicking the dead cigarette away from me and off the deck. When I looked back up at him he already had another one lit and was staring at me with a slight look of amusement and a raised eyebrow. "What?" I asked shortly.

"'ow do you know zey're 'orrid?" The French boy questioned plainly with amusement written across his face still.

"Because, it's taught in school, the news says so, the internet says so, doctors' reports say so…" I stated, trailing off at the end as I tried to think of more for my argument.

"Zen why do so many people do eet?" Christophe questioned as if he'd had this argument a million times before.

"Because most of the human race is idiotic," I answered simply giving it no thought; I really hadn't expected him to actually be into the argument.

"So zen you theenk I'm eedioteec?" He questioned, still staring at me with a raised eyebrow. He was correct; by my logic I had just called him idiotic…

"No, I don't… I…" I tried but failed miserably; words were not working for me at the moment. I continued trying to form words but the attempt was not going very far and apparently it was amusing because the entertained look that fell over Chris' face said that very clearly. With a smirk the boy offered me his cigarette. I had no problem with sharing a cigarette with him; we ate and drank after each other all the time, we were best friends. I gave the item a disgusted look before deciding that I would in fact prove him wrong by trying it and using first had experience. Shame it didn't exactly go like that.

I brought the cancer stick to my mouth, inhaled then nearly died coughing and choking. It didn't help that Christophe burst into hearty laugher as I choked and nearly died; okay, I didn't nearly die, but still. Somewhere mixed in with the choking and laughter Christophe called me a "fucking pussy." I coughed so hard my eyes were watering and my lungs hurt. When I finally calmed my breathing back down I glared at the French male who was still chuckling. I'm not going to lie, that really pissed me off and kicked my ego in the nuts.

I gave him a stubborn look before bringing the horrid cancer stick back to my mouth and trying it again. When I exhaled the nasty smoke without coughing I grinned at him. "Hah, see I did it!"

"Blatently zey're not as bad as you said," Christophe said with a smirk and reached for the cigarette that I pulled away from his grasp.

"No, you called me a pussy," I said with a pout as he stared at me with a slight misbelieving look before lighting up another cigarette.

After my first cigarette I continued to snatch cigarettes from Christophe who usually teased me by keeping them away from me and repeating my words of how cigarettes are horrid. I usually always managed to steal one though until I decided to finally admit that I liked cigarettes and go out and by my own.

I have to admit Christophe was a lot easier to get in bed now; after about the week and a half of paranoia that I'd die if I had sex with him and I'm not going to lie, cigarettes aren't horrid... I felt a smirk twist over my lips while kissing him as his hand went to my hair. I pulled away from the kiss after a while just long enough to smile and say "Look at us now. So much has happened since we met," And with that my lips were back on his. Christophe got me into a lot of trouble over the years but I can't say I minded much; I probably got him in trouble just as much.