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Gregory only loved two things in the world, justice and his best friend. He loved the way Christophe spoke with that beautiful yet hard to decipher French accent, that look of determination etched onto his handsome face, and most of all…those gorgeous brown eyes that reminded Gregory of chocolate. It was quite coincidental considering Christophe hated chocolate, and anything sweet for that matter. He was more into bitter tasting things like black coffee and cigarettes, and maybe SOME cutesy things like giraffes and cats.
Both teens were 16 years old and in their junior year of high school, they’ve spent almost every day of their lives together ever since they were 8. Gregory didn't know why he had these feelings for Christophe, but every time he saw him, his stomach did flips and his cheeks burnt up. These feelings began to develop when he was a kid, just a small crush that he thought would go away days later. But that day never came and will most likely never come. Christophe was never one to express his emotions very much, he didn’t want his best friend to see him as an emotional pansy that cried for the simplest things. That’s why he kept it all inside. No matter how severe his problems were. Christophe didn’t refer to Gregory as his “friend” but an acquaintance, even though they’ve been best friends since childhood.