Squidkid-the-fangirl

It was hard to describe what you felt like. You didn't feel any pain.  You felt empty and weightless, but at the same time, you felt like you were flying and free.  It eventually dawns on you that you had died.  You couldn't forget the pain you were in, and realized that now you were nothing but a disembodied spirit floating through space. So this is what being a ghost is like, you wondered.  You look next to you and see Christophe, your boyfriend, floating next to you.  He seemed to look upset, possibly angry.  Probably because it'd mean he'd have to see God now.  But as soon as he saw you, his face softened and he reached out to grab your

((A/N: You and Christophe are both 16 in this story. I suck at makeout scenes. This was uploaded from my Wattpad account. "Je t'aime" means "I love you" in French, and "Moi aussi, je t'aime" means "I love you too")) Gregory had invited you to go to his party. He promised that you would have fun, and you reluctantly agreed. Now, as Gregory pushed you in the closet with Christophe, you regretted your choice. It wasn't that you hated the foul-mouthed, French smoker. It was the opposite. You enjoyed his company. It was rejection you were afraid of. You had a crush on Christophe since he tried to help Terrance and Phillip when you were both 9.

It couldn't get any worse. You and your family had recently moved to South Park, a small mountain town in Colorado.  Your family included your mother, father, and your brother Gregory.  You were born an orphan, and was adopted by your family at age 3.  While you and your brother were close in age (Gregory is older by about 6 months), the two of you couldn't be more opposite.  Gregory was a star student in Yardale, and even though he doesn't have the same group of friends in South Park Elementary, he seems to have a close relationship with a pretty girl named Wendy.  You on the other hand, was homeschooled, so you never got to have an opportu

My best friend! ~~FlashBack~~        You were walking around the hospital looking for someone to play with. You saw a boy that looked lonely. You went into his room. "Hi. I'm (Y/n). Who are you?" " 'Ello, (Y/n). I'm Christophe." You stood there awkwardly. "So, what are you in here for?" "I was 'elping these guys rescue Terrance and P'illup. T'e fat one failed and I got ambus'ed by guard dogs." You knew who they were. "I'm sorry about them. Are you OK?" "Yes, I t'ink so. But I am injured a bit." "So, w'at are you doing 'ere?" "I just came to see people and make them feel better." Christophe smiled. "Well, you sure made me feel better."  

Misunderstanding    You were walking down the school hallway, minding your own business when the scent of bourbon cologne wafted up your nostrils. Upon recognizing the familiar scent, you stopped dead in your tracks, tossing a glance over your shoulder. "What do you want, Christophe?" You questioned, before turning back around and walking away, not waiting for his answer. Once you were a couple feet away, you heard the pitter-patter of his quick heavy steps following your moving form. Not even looking back, you stuck out your foot and waited for the collision, smirking softly. However, much to your surprise, the contact between the two neve