Greg gave a weak smile, shaking his head
"Where I plan to go, I'd be lucky if any girl thought I was a good person.
Besides, they wouldin't be like you, Wends."
He leaned in and gave her a gentle peck on the forehead, turning to get ready to leave.
He could picture Christophe greeting him with rolled eyes and a simple
You'll git over her, the little b****....
"Good luck, Greg. Be careful, wherever you're going. Goodbye. Hopefully I could pay you a visit sometime or something." She stood there, not wanting to walk away.
Mole saw this and stood up straight, looking at Greg.
[sub]Gregory looked at the Mole giving a light shrug.
The stress of seeing Wendy again made him crave for another cigarette.
Great. A new addiction.
He looked back at Wendy, still staring at him almost expectantly.
He wasin't sure what to do. Or say.
What was it she was waiting for?
Mole saw his friend's trouble. He walked back and stood inbetween the couple. "Is sere a problem here?" Wendy shook her head and turned around, walking towards South Park. Mole took the newly lit cig from his mouth and offered it to Greg.
Gregory took a deep breath and closed his eyes
"These things will be the very death of me, Mole."
But he took the cigarette and lit it -- nearly choking on the smoke that filled his lungs.
He glanced back over at Wendy when he opened his eyes again, watching her leave.
This wasin't what you where destined for, Greg.
He knelt down and picked up a gun left from one of the soliders.
He figured he'd need more than his rapier as a weapon.
"The cigs better be what kill you and not zat gun, Greg." he said sternly, narrowing his eyes at his friend.
"I'll learn how to use it, Christophe." Gregory rolled his eyes, stuffing it in his pocket
"I'd rather be struck by lightning than kill myself over something that pathetic.
I figured I'd be able to use it if my rapier breaks."
"Good. You have a place in mind?" he asked, his bag full of new equipment.
"Eh.... not quite." Gregory said with a frown, placing his cigarette between his fingers
"But I think I saw an old abandoned shed we can stay in at least until we're rested."
Gregory didin't whant to admit, but he was exsausted.
After everything he whent through today, he felt tired enough to curl up on the snowy ground right there.
"Fine. We'll head zere. I probably need to rest after dying." He smiled a little at that. It was such an unusual thing to say. "Show me the way, lover boy." He held out his hand to help his friend up.
"Oh, be quiet." Gregory rolled his eyes and took his hand and rose to his feet.
He lead Christophe to the small shed he had seen earlier while him and La Resistance was looking for the USO show.
Looking at the sky, Gregory wondered how late it really was, suddenly regretting he left his watch at home.
Gregory stopped at a broken down, wooden shed.
"There are some belongings in there but I am sure we can make room for us. It looks big enough."
"You've got good tastes in abandoned sheds." Mole said somewhat sarcastically. He looked at his watch. "11:01 pm." He said aloud.
"It might not be first class, but it's something at the very least."
Gregory took one final puff before throwing his cigarette down and scruffing it out.
He walked in first and looked around. It was pretty dark besides the light that came in through the holes on the roof.
"It's good enough." Mole said, snuffing out his cig as well. He didn't want to burn his tempoary home down. "We'll decide where to go in the morning." He settled himself on top of some bags full of what seemed to be dog food but the label had been scratched out.
Gregory settled down near bags of Miracle-Growth and used them as pillows for his head.
"G'night." He said softly to his companion, soon drifting to sleep.
***
Gregory felt like he was sitting on one of the most terrible beds in Yardale.
The smell of breakfast waiting for him downstairs in the boardschool like study-school.
He'd then sweep on the rest of the day, head in a text book....
No one would ever have to see or talk to him....
Sunlight spilled into the holes of the roof of the shed, causing Gregory to wake and squint his eyes.
His dreams of Yardale and his home he missed so dearly faded away.
Turning his head so it was near the door, he blinked several times to clear his blurry eyes.
He was greeted by a gun's barrel.
Gregory shouted in fear, jumping back and waking up the Mole.
A girl maybe a little older than them stood there, eyes whide and gun held at them.
"What are you two doing in here?" Her voice was scratchy and high, her hands trembling as her eyes darted from each boy.
"I zought you said zis was abandoned." Christophe muttered to Greg. "We were only spending ze night. We mean no harm." His eyes darted around. He hoped no dogs were nearby. He f*cking hated those things.
"I thought it was..." Gregory gritted through his teeth.
The girl narrowed her eyes, not believing Christophe.
"Where's my dough? I hid it here and I don't whan' anyone touchin' it!!"
Mole shot a glare at Greg. "Did you toch it?" He asked, still keeping an eye on the girl.
"Wh-- WHAT?! I was sleeping this entire time, and you know it!" Gregory snapped, narrowing his eyes. But the girl wasin't buying it. She stepped over to them, leaning down to them with the gun closer to them.
"You shouldin't mess with a girl's belongings." She said in a sickly fake sweet voice.
"Good zing we weren't." Mole spat. "Why you so sure we touched it? Have you looked yet?"