This is one of my fave songs on this Cd. I hope this turns out well. Otherwise I shalt be sad.

For the Tweeky Tweek. Hopes you like it. Also for ma beta. Love ya, Swaneh. In a platonic, sisterish kind of way. I platonically love both of you both. There. Also love you reviewers, especially Distant. Detachment. You're an awesome reviewer.

I'm in a really good mood while I type this AN, I got a 100% on my classic literature test, but I got a 72 on my French test, makes me sad…

Disclaimer: RAWR! I dun own! Rawr!

Category: South Park

Genre: Angst, itty bit of romance

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Gregory x Christophe; Grestophe

Summary: Bad break ups cause doors to open.

~~~~ Comatose- Skillet ~~~~

I hate feeling like this

I'm so tired of trying to fight this

I'm asleep and all I dream of

Is waking to you

I thrashed violently as I awoke, skin sweaty, eyes wide. My legs were tangled in my bed sheets. I was panting.

"Damn eet." I muttered, tangling my fingers into my dirty hair and slowly closing my eyes. I had another dream of him. Gregory couldn't even leave my dreams alone. I just wished he was here, wanting him to sit up and look at me understandingly, ask what's wrong.

Tell me that you will listen

Your touch is what I'm missing

And the more I hide I realize I'm slowly losing you

I reached for the cell phone he had purchased me about two months before he kicked me out of our apartment so suddenly. I hit the speed dial for one. His number.

"Hello?" his voice came on the sixth ring(not that I was counting), his tone slightly angry.

"Gregory. Why ze fock did you keeck me out last month?" okay, not quite what I was planning. But no one's ever really complemented me on my speech. And cursing and getting mad is my way of caring, fucking sue me.

Comatose

I'll never wake up without an overdose of you

I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe

'Les I feel you next to me

"Chris. It wasn't working. You were barely ever home and ignored me when you were." Gregory answered. I bit my lip, resisting the urge to start cursing him, my mother, God.

"Gregory. You are ze one zat geeves me my meesons!" I snapped, my accent heavier with my angry tone. "'Ow ees eet my fault zat ah was constantly workeeng?" I added, my mouth curled into a snarl.

I'm such an ass.

You take the pain I feel

Waking up to you never felt so real

I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna dream

'Cause my dreams don't comfort me

"You're not making this sound any better for yourself, Christophe." Gregory answered in an almost bored manor.

"Gregory, please." Me anger was gone. I was just desperate now. "I can not do anyzing wizout you." My voice was painfully soft, pleading.

The way you make me feel

Waking up to you never felt so real

I hate living without you

Dead wrong to ever doubt you

But my demons lay in waiting

Tempting me away

"Go on." Gregory murmured.

"I… I should not 'ave argued wiz you so much. And I know I should 'ave stayed 'ome more… but I 'ave my demons, and adrenaline is one of zem. I really am sorry." I said, softening my voice, carefully controlling my accent. I'm completely aware it's a pain in the ass to understand over the phone.

Oh how I adore you

Oh how I thirst for you

Oh how I need you

"Do you really mean any of that, 'Tophe?" he was using his pet name for me. That must mean something.

"Yes." I murmured. He hung up. I stared at the cell phone in confusion for several moments.

"I focking need you, Breetish beetch!" I screamed as I hurled the phone against the wall. It broke, the shattered pieces falling to the ground. I slowly sunk down in my bed, allowing myself sleep, if fitful.

Breathing life

Waking up

My eyes open up

When I woke up, I kept my eyes closed. I took in a slow breath, something tickling my nose. I took another experimental sniff. It smelled like Gregory. I opened my eyes, surprised to find the blond cuddled close to me, arms firm around my neck.

~~~~ End ~~~~

Ooh, break up! Then… back together…

Anyway, I always imagined that Christophe realizes he can be a total ass, but doesn't really care. And I know people with accents. They do get more prominent when they're mad, and less prominent when they make an effort. Except my French/Greek 'Aunt'. I never know what she's saying… Well, I do. She just babbles ^^