Whoo next one. More Skillet XD I'm typing this the same day as the first one… I have nothing to do *sigh* At least I took the time to edit the first one… first. Yeah, all of these are unbeta'd. My laptop(whose name is Tom) wont load my email so I'm self beta-ing everything until then.

So this one was hard for me to do. The song was being a pain in my ass . So I kinda typed out the lyrics and then put the fanfic in around them… Enjoy… I guess…

This one's for my real life fem!Tweek too. All I have to say is… I really need to stop giving you coffee.

Disclaimer: I only own some South Park t-shirts and a copy of the movie… Also, dun own Skillet.

Category: South Park

Genre: Angst/Romance

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Gregory x Christophe; Grestophe

Summary: Christophe comes to Gregory with a goodbye, but perhaps they're closer than they think.

~~~~ The last night- Skillet~~~~

You come to me with your scars on your wrist

You tell me this will be the last night feeling like this

It was nearing three in the morning when the knock came at the door. Gregory yawned tiredly, blond hair falling in his eyes from his bad case of bed head. He opened the door, surprised to see Christophe standing there.

"Allo, Gregory." He murmured blood and scars shiny on his gloveless wrists.

I just came to say goodbye

I don't want you to see me cry, I'm fine

But I know it's a lie

"Ah am 'ere to say goodbye." Christophe said after a moment, fingers running through his unruly brown hair. "I can not stand eet anymore." He made a motion to the coil of rope hung from his belt.

Gregory acts like he's fine. He doesn't want Christophe to see him cry. He was fine, really.

That was a lie.

This is the last night you'll spend alone

Look me in the eyes so I know you know

I'm everything you need me to be

"Christophe, look at me." Gregory said, voice firm despite how softly he spoke.

Christophe looked at Gregory, having not realized he was avoiding even a glance at the blond.

Your parents say everything is your fault

But they don't know you like I know you

They don't know you at all

At Gregory's request, Christophe came in. They sat quietly.

"Why?" Gregory broke the silence.

"My Mozer… she says eet ees all my fault. Zat my Fazer left us, zat God 'ates us." The French teen answered, scowling angrily. "Zis will show 'er. 'Er problems are nothing right now."

I'm so sick when they say

It's just a phase, you'll be o. k. you're fine

But I know it's a lie

Gregory's eyes widened as he listened. Mrs. Delorne always seemed so nice when he saw her.

"She says zat ze way ah feel about you, Gregory… she says eet ees a phase." He added, so quietly that the British boy couldn't hear him.

The night is so long when everything's wrong

If you give me a chance

I will help you hold on

"Christophe… You don't need to do this." Gregory said after a moment, grasping the dirt covered hands in his own. "I'll help you, 'Tophe. You just have to let me." He added, looking down at his knees.

Tonight, tonight

I won't let you say goodbye

And I'll be your reason why

"Alright, Gregory. Alright."

The last night away from me

Away from me

~~~~ End ~~~~

I like this one. Suicide, cutting… all seems Mole-ish. He makes me think of an adrenaline junkie. Typing a French accent is a bitch though. I had to keep saying random phrases in French out loud and then saying the phrases I had Christophe use… I earned some weird looks from my cousins…

I once again feel like they're ooc… Damn it!

Review please ^^