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Will we ever be...
Gregory sat on the wooden table under a tree at the school playground as the other kids played and gossiped. He watched as several of the school’s couples held hands as they walked together frolicking past him. He saw as Stan and Wendy passed by. He rolled his eyes. Not out of jealousy of Stan of coarse, hell he didn’t give a rat’s ass about Wendy either. He couldn’t believe he almost fell for her at one point. Whatever.
He then saw Damien and Pip walking in the distance. Both their hands were intertwined. The demon boy and his fellow British friend had become a couple out of all things. He sighed wishing he had what they had with the one boy he longed for, Christophe. He hadn’t mustered up the courage to tell him how he felt. On top of that their relationship was very business-like with their covert operations and such. He was the brains and Christophe was the brawns.
He wasn’t worried about coming out as gay as much as what others would say for him being with someone like Christophe. The mole like boy was the total opposite of what he was. Dirty, bitter, and thick skinned not all that popular while he was class president, neat and quite popular. Why should that matter? he thought. Damien and Pip were total opposites themselves.
He rested his head over his crossed arms on the table. Christmas was a couple weeks ahead. That meant everyone buying presents for their significant others. He doubted in getting Christophe anything as he didn’t care for such holidays. The last weeks had also been tense and somewhat awkward between the two ever since that night they had an intense argument due to an assignment of all things. Gregory was always a perfectionist and Christophe hated that sometimes. On top of Christophe’s mother related issues lately he had been in an even worse mood.
They had also been practicing on one of their pretend missions when they got stuck in a tight steep hole in the ground. That’s never happened. They were pancaked together, faces inches away from each other while their bodies were pretzeled together. That’s until Kyle and Stan who happened to be walking by heard them yell and helped them out. Oh yes Cartman was there too and laughed at them both while throwing his childish insults. Ever since that incident Christophe had been acting odd around him almost avoiding him. The blonde heard the bell ring and grabbed his books sighing once more.
“Will we ever be…”