GOMEN! . I'm sorry that this chapter is so long guys and I'm sorry if there are alot of mistakes, I've been really busy lately and I havent been on the top of my game :/ There is no smut in this chapter, just some so-so fluff. Next time I promise!

Ryn: Christophe, will you please please do the disclaimer?

Christophe: Why should I you crazed fan girl? You're the reason I am sexless, are you not?

Ryn: yeah but pleeeeeeasss? O.O *clings to shirt like child*

Christophe: yeah ok fine *sigh* Ryn the Spazz does not own South Park or it characters. If she did, it would likely be porn and not accesible to most of you ;)

Ryn: Yeah! go Christophe!

CHAPTER 2: Here With You

The next day when I got to school, I was surprised at the reaction I got. Not that people usually liked me or anything, but they didn't glare at me when I walked down the hall. I almost wanted it to be my imagination, but, we all know how that is. Stan did a good job of glaring back, and I just kept walking.

When we got to the fountain we hung out at in the morning I sat against the tree that was beside it like always. Stan sat on the corner of the fountains edge with Wendy in his lap. They had this "thing" that had never really become official because…. well only they and god knew why. Eric and Kyle were arguing, BeBe was bouncing her tits in their faces wanting someone to pay attention to her. The rest of the kids in the quart yard were glaring at us. It was starting to get on my nerves.

We had only been there possibly five minutes when Christophe sauntered up to us. "Marsh." He said nodding to Stan with the name he'd used since he'd been on the foot ball team (he quit on account of not being a conformist). Eric and Kyle stopped fighting and stared towards our end with everyone else.

South Park High School was really territorial and Christophe's gang didn't mix with Stan's. He and Stan however, were friends; they had no problem with it. But I had the distinct feeling that Christophe wasn't there for Stan. I was right, he turned to me and held his hand out. I raised an eyebrow as took his hand, he pulled me to my feet and I took my head phones out.

"Christophe?" I said, using his real name. Everyone always called him "Ze Mole", I didn't find that name appealing, and so I never used it. He had tried to save my life once, right after he moved here. I highly doubt he remembers it though.

He smiled at me, still holding onto my hand, and pulled me flush against him. I gritted my teeth against the pain his arm across my back caused, the cuts weren't 100 percent healed and the stinging mixed with the heady sent of him made my dick start to stiffen. I sort of gasped in shock and he took the opportunity to press his lips against mine. When I got home last night I had decided I didn't care what game he was playing as long as I could kiss him, and I stuck true to it, throwing my arms around his neck and helping him press our bodies as close together as possible.

He ground himself into me, letting me feel his erection. I gasped and moaned, it was everything I could do not to wrap my legs around his waist when he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me closer. I couldn't handle it. His cologne was intoxicating and he tasted like cigarettes. He was my drug.

No he was more than that, he was… no, no he couldn't have that much power over me. Not this soon, I was just horny and getting carried away. I pulled back suddenly realizing the reason for the glares. 'What did you tell them?' I thought. "Why? What about everyone?" I asked, needing to know this was real.

"I never said I wanted this to stay secret, what good would that do me? I would have to deal with those incessant fan girls that won't get off my dick, I wouldn't be able to touch you in public, or kiss you when you blush so adorably like that." He said, his hand resting on my ass as though it were nothing.

I was bewildered. I had no clue what to say, or how to react. So I didn't I just lay my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. A small part of me wanted to cry, but that just didn't make any sense. So I didn't, I asked him if we could go somewhere else. He finally looked up at the courtyard. Stan, Eric, and Kyle were frozen, their jaws all but on the floor staring. I couldn't help it I burst out laughing.

"Oh c'mon guys there are no way you never figured it out I mean seriously!"

I was still chuckling as Christophe drug me to the parking lot to a sleek black Barracuda.

"This …. This is nice." I said as he opened the passenger door. I got in, "I take it we aren't going to school today?"

"Why would we go to school? I know a quiet place we can be all alone at." He winked as he slid into his seat and the engine purred to life. I really liked his car.

We sped past trees and fields of lush grass, winter sucked but the melting snow did wonders for the summer scenery. We drove in amicable silence for almost an hour, when we finally stopped we were parked at the top of a hill with a single tree on it. The sun was just creeping all the way up over the horizon, it made the little hill glow pinkish red in the sunlight.

We sat down against the base of the tree and Christophe pulled me into his lap. He nuzzled into my neck and sighed contentedly. I chuckled and leaned back into him. He was like a sleepy child and I was his teddy. It was almost unnerving to see him so gentle.

When he finally spoke Christophe was almost whispering in my ear, "What's your favorite color?" he asked.

I chuckled, "Orange, I guess."

"And your favorite food?"

"Ramen, Jalapeños, and any spicy Cajun food. Well actually everything."

"Mmm, I love Cajun. What's your favorite song?"

"I don't have one really there are too many that I really, really like."

It went on like this for hours and hours. I began repeating his questions and he responded as simply as I did. Eventually the combination of warmth from him and warmth from the sky, mixing with his deep soothing voice lulled me to sleep in his arms. The sun was setting and the sky was darkening as I awoke.

"Hello Love," Christophe said as I began to fidget, and he pulled my face around to press his lips to mine in another passionate kiss.