A/n: Thank you to everyone who has voted! This story has the most votes out of all the stories I've published on this site! (Including my original account) It's absolutely amazing and I'm glad you guys like it!

So, my attempt to make a Christophe oneshot since it's been requested. I hope you like it! I'm a bit wary on it but here ya go. (YamiBaki's Christophe oneshot was def better).

Expect Clyde, Kyle, and Tweek oneshots coming up :)

Christophe x Tennis-player!Reader

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"My dear friend, you're in love," Gregory told his French buddy, giving him a nudge on his arm to snap him away from his dreamy gaze.

Christophe blinked, twice, then tore his eyes away from the (e/c) eyed beauty.

At the very moment, some classmates have come out to support _____ ______, South Park's star tennis player. The mentioned girl was in the middle of a serious competition. If she wins the whole thing, she'll get prize money and can be trained to go professional by top notch coaches. She can be part of the big leagues! She's just that amazing.

The two foreign boys sat at near the back row of the stadium. They didn't want to associate themselves with those idiots sitting near the front, unfortunately ____'s good friends, Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Eric. With _____'s astounding beauty, intelligence, and overall fantastic personality, it's a shock that she had acquainted herself with... Them. It makes Gregory and Christophe gag at the thought of what those boys had dragged sweet ____ into. You can't trust them, no way!

"No way, mon ami! It'z just a mere, lil crush," Christophe scoffed while taking a drag of his cigarette. His eyes wandered back to the gorgeous gal. He didn't even care that she was dripping in sweat. It's just what athletic people do, you know? He was enticed with her movements. It was both graceful and aggressive and that itself got the French boy's heart pounding hard.

"Mere, lil crush, my arse!" Gregory chortled. "You had your eyes on her since forever! Just ask her out, doesn't hurt to try." Christophe let out a puff of smoke, inwardly groaning at his persistent friend.

Ok, sure, he was completely smitten when he first laid eyes on her. He could tell she was absolutely extraordinary by one glance. Her luscious (h/c) hair, her sparkling (e/c) eyes, her innocent yet confident expression she had when she entered their classroom. Everything about her captivated him. She was always on his mind. He's completely crazy for her.

But he can't admit that or Gregory would go bonkers at the news. No way he's going to give his friend the smug satisfaction.

"And that's game! ____ _____ wins and she will be in the finals," The announcer proclaimed. The South Park side of the stadium cheered abruptly for their star. _____ couldn't feel any more thankful for all the people that has come out to support her. She reached over the net and shook hands with her competitor, giving her a smile.

"Good job, you were great," she told the other tennis player sweetly. The blonde haired girl, however, returned a fake smile and let go of her hand immediately. She turned away with her nose stuck up in the air and walked back to the bench that had her belongings. "Wow, what a sore loser."

She strolled over to where her tennis bag lay and started setting up to go. Thank goodness she didn't screw up... Yikes, and with Christophe watching?

The fact that her crush had come over to support her as well made her heart flutter.

"_____!" She turned her head towards the yells of four of her friends. She glimpsed up at the stands to see if a particular frenchie was still here... No luck.

"Hey boys," she greeted the four troublemakers with a wide grin.

"You're going to the finals! Congrats, ____!" Stan told her, giving her a pat on her back. He pulled away instantly at the touch of her soaked clothes. "Oh gross, dude."

____ could only laugh at his reaction. "Well, thanks anyway."

"You're totally going to win," Kyle replied. "It'd be a shock if you didn't. You get to leave and become pro! How do you feel about that?"

Honestly, she's been conflicted about the whole situation. She enjoys the game. She works hard to be where she is now. But never in _____'s life, she would dream of becoming a professional tennis player. This might be a one shot opportunity.

But she loves South Park, as wacky as the town is. She only has a couple more years until high school is over so why waste those possible good years?

"Mm, I have no clue what I want to do," _____ muttered, dabbing away the sweat from her forehead. "That would mean leaving you boys behind, right?"

"Aww, ____ we'd miss you so much!" Kenny whined with a playful, sad face.

"Pfft, the only thing you'd miss, McCormick, are my breasts," the (h/c) haired girl chortled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"And don't forget dat ass," parka-wearing boy smirked. ____ gave him a smack upside his head with a laugh. "Yow! Love hurts..."

"Sooo, you wouldn't happen to need a manager of some sort, right friend?" Eric asked her.

"In your dreams, Cartman!"

She laughed again. Her typical friends.

...

"Go to her, mate! She's still there. Tell her congratulations, at least!"

"Gregory, stop zat! Let the girl be with her idiotic friends... I swear, I don't know what that girl see in them," Christophe growled as he watched from afar. "I mean, the boys never have watchez on."

"I see a little green monster," Gregory chuckled under his breath.

"Shut up. Let's just go."

"Too late."

Christophe froze when he heard the sound of footsteps coming closer to him. "Stupid," he thought. "We're at the motherfucking exit!" The two of them turned around, giving the tennis player a smile.

"Hello Gregory, hey Christophe," _____'s greeted the two. The French boy's heart pounded hard at the sight of her. Here she was, giving him the light of day. "I am so happy that you guys decided to come out and support me. It means a lot." The young girl blushed at the sight of Christophe's half smile.

Dang it. You're not supposed to give me butterflies.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world, love," Gregory told her with an easy grin. "You were fantastic."

The blonde glanced over at his friend and bumped him a bit. He blinked, feeling a bit nervous around the beautiful lass. "Oh uh, yeah. Congratulations, mademoiselle."

_____ internally swooned at the bit of French he threw in. "Thank you so much. Well, I'll see you guys next week in school then?"

"Yes, of course," Greg replied as Christophe could only nod.

"Are you done yet?" Cartman interjected with a bored expression on his face. ____ gasped, seriously appalled at his rude behavior. But honestly, she should've seen this coming. It's Eric Cartman for goodness sakes.

She slipped off her tennis bag from her shoulders and shoved it to the fat boy's arms. "And for being so rude, you're holding my bag, chubs." Stan, Kyle, and Kenny chuckled to themselves behind the bewildered Eric. Before he got the chance to blow up and insult her in some sort of way, _____ added in, "If you don't, I'm not letting you inside the house and join us for dinner. I heard it's barbecue night."

Cartman's face softened and he smiled innocently at his friend. "Well, of course I can bring this bag for you. It's nothing."

_____ turned her attention back to the foreign boys. The both of them were impressed at how well she could control him. Seems like she's the only one that can tame the monster. "That was brilliant," Gregory said.

"Ah, it's just the same ole thing I always do," _____ giggled. "See you boys later." With that, she and her four friends left the stadium. She let out a relieved breath that she was able to handle that so calmly. Oh why did she like that French boy? What was it about him that made her so head over heels for him?

~*~*~*~*~

Throughout most of the weekend, Christophe wondered if he should finally ask out the girl of his dreams on a real date. He doesn't want to miss the opportunity of ever having the chance. Sure, ____ had always been nice to him, but she's probably just a nice person.

"Well, not to zat Fatass," Christophe chuckled to himself. He was currently in his room, smoking away while laying on his bed.

Although, how could he compete to all those other motherfucking bastards that have the hots for her? Like that goddamn Kenny McCormick. Christophe could tell that blonde ass whore thinks _____ was sexy. Well... He did too but that's not the point here. _____ has a lot of admirers and he's just one of the many.

"Why iz zis so stressful? She'z just a girl!" He shouted out of frustration. Suddenly, a light knock on his door tore his focus away from his blabbing thoughts. His mother popped her head in with a soft smile that makes Christophe feel better.

"I couldn't help but overhear, sweetheart, you have a girl problem?" She asked her son. The teen's cheeks flushed at her mentioning it. His mother let herself inside the bedroom fully and sat down on the edge of his bed. "So there'z a mademoiselle who has your heart?" Christophe turned even redder when his mother said that. How could she be so on point? The silence that her son was giving her was all she needed to know for that question. "Who's the lucky girl?"

"Her name is ____ _____," he caved in and told her. Other than his usual outings to do missions to get some money, Christophe would usually tell his mother everything.

"Oh! Ze tennis belle in your school, correct?" She remembered. The lovely, (h/c) haired girl popped into her mind. She always spotted her working in South Park's grocery store. ____ would greet her and the other customers whenever she sees them.

"Oui, that's ze one," Christophe sighed.

"Oh, she iz such a nice girl! I am happy you like her, Christophe," Ms. Delorne gushed. "You should ask her out on a date."

"I-I don't know about zat. She has a lot of admirers," the brunette boy frowned. His mother frowned and smacked her son's arm. "OW! What was that for?"

"This iz not my son. The only thing my boy iz afraid of iz guard dogs!" She proclaimed, giving her son a stern glance. "Where iz your confidence, Christophe? You are usually the confident type!"

"B-but, mother--"

"No buts, son! You need to take the chance. How would you know if you never try?"

She has a point.

"I don't want to be rejected," he admitted with a slight pout. It would kill him.

"Well, sweetheart, you must move on. It will hurt, I know, but you will also just have to move on," his mother told him while running her fingers through his hair. "Plus, if she owns the finals in her tennis competition, wouldn't she move away?"

That was another good point. If he doesn't do anything soon, then it'd be too late.

"Ok mother, I'll do it," Christophe said, feeling better than before. "I will ask her out."

"That's my son," Ms. Delorne smiled. She stood up and gave his son a kiss on top of his forehead. She then took the cigarette from his fingers, took a drag herself, and then gave it back to him. "Dinner's about ready, sweetie. Come on down." She turned around and left his room. He grinned to himself for having such a lovely mother and hopped off his bed to get some food.

~*~*Monday*~*~

Christophe walked down the hallway with a single red rose behind his back. He didn't want the other classmates to notice anything. Some guys in this school are assholes, they can take the rose and smash it beneath his feet. At least he has his trusty shovel to give them a good, ole whack in the head to set them straight.

He spotted ____ at her locker by herself. This was his chance! He strolled over to her, the butterflies in his stomach making him more and more nervous. The other side of the hallway, he could see that damn Kenny McCormick approaching her too. With a couple quick strides, he made it to her first. "Bonjour, ____."

Her (e/c) eyes landed on him and she smiled instantly. "Hey, Christophe, wassup?" She greeted him in that sweet voice he adores so much.

He gulped. "Well, ____, there has been something I have always wanted to tell you." Yup, the nervousness was kicking in.

"What is it?" She asked him, a bit of worry in her tone.

"Hey cutie," Kenny greeted ____, who just now arrived. Christophe sneered at the blonde. How dare he interrupt them! "We still on with movies later at your place, right?"

____ glimpsed at him and nodded. "Oh yeah, well duh."

"Good, just wanted to make sure." The blonde looked over at the French boy and smirked a bit. "I'll see you in class then." He strolled off down the hallway, greeting other friends along the way.

Wait... Are Kenny and ____?...

Shit.

"Christophe? What did you want to tell me?" ____ questioned him again to snap him out of his thoughts.

"Never mind... I'll see you later." Christophe walked away, also making sure ____ didn't see the flower.

God, of course she's dating someone! Why would he think otherwise? It was bound to happen. That goddamn McCormick shithead...

...

It was now after school and ____ had gone over to the General Store to start working. Today, she was a cashier.

Working in a grocery store was a hassle but she enjoyed it, much to her surprise. On free time away from homework, she would either be working or practicing her tennis. Also, gaining some extra money was a plus.

"'Ello ____," Ms. Delorne greeted the young teen as she rolled her cart into her lane. ____ grinned at her and started scanning her stuff.

"Hello, Ms. Delorne. How are you today?" She asked the older woman.

"I am wonderful, merci. So when's ze date?"

____ stopped scanning and looked up at Christophe's mother. "I'm sorry, what?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh sweetie, ze date! Didn't my lil Christophe ask you out today at school?"

____'s cheeks burned.

This can't be true! Christophe wanted to ask her out? Of all people, was her crush supposed to ask her out today? That might be what the French boy wanted to tell her this morning until Kenny interrupted them.

"Christophe was going to ask me out?" She asked her with a more excited tone.

"Oh! Oh no, sweetie. He didn't? But oui, he was supposed to ask you out. I zink I ruined it, didn't I?" Ms. Delorne uttered, looking pink herself.

____ finished up scanning and bagging her groceries, an uncontainable grin on her face. "No, no you didn't! I promise you didn't. That will be $45.95." The French woman took out her money and gave it to her.

"So, do you like my son, ____?"

"Maybe," she smiled at her. "Maybe I have for awhile. Here's your change. Have a good day, Ms. Delorne."

"You too, sweetheart." With that, she rolled out of the General Store with her paid groceries. "Good thing I made a trip today," Ms. Delorne chuckled to herself.

~*~*Days later*~*~

It was now the day of the finals for the tennis competition. Almost everyone in South Park had come to the Denver stadium to support. ____ feels a little bit queasy but it's nothing she couldn't handle. Although, she was a little crestfallen that her crush had not made any sort of move since last Monday. Like, everytime she would greet the brunette boy, all she received was a wave.

"Well there's our star!" ____ just exited the locker rooms with her tennis bag strapped to her shoulder. Her four good friends approached her.

She grinned at them. "How did you guys get back here? It's prohibited."

"We have our ways," Eric replied with a shrug.

"You ready to win?" Stan proclaimed, shaking her shoulders eagerly. ____ bit on her bottom lip and nodded. "You're going to be an awesome pro tennis player, ____."

She wanted to tell him.

"Nah, I'll wait until after the game," she thought to herself.

"Well, get out there and kick some ass!" Kyle cheered, ruffling her hair.

"Hey, I just did this!" ____ giggled as she patted her head to make sure her ponytail seems presentable. "I'll see you guys later."

The four nodded and made their way to exit as ____ left the opposite direction.

... (A/n: Yeah, I'm going fast forward to the end, ok? Yeah.. Ok.)

The tennis game was harder than ____ could have ever imagined. Her opponent, Felicia Rowan, was a tough one as she seemed absolutely perfect with her shots... But it was still nothing that ____ couldn't handle. Not only she used all her strength to return every shot, she made sure to make strategic moves. When Felicia was on one side of the court to get the ball, ____ made sure to hit it to the opposite side. When Felicia had run up to the net to volley, ____ had made many overheads that she knew the girl could not retrieve.

____ had won the finals.

Officials had come out to give her a big check and a trophy for her success. Many people with cameras rushed over to get a shot of the gorgeous winner. ____ held the trophy and the check in her hands and made an effort to wave to the cameras.

"So, ___ ____, just a young girl from South Park, Colorado, how do you feel?" An interviewer asked her.

"I feel great. And I'm just overwhelmed of how much people from my hometown had come out to support me here today," ____ replied with a big grin. She glanced up at the crowd and immediately saw Christophe, who noticed and smiled back at her.

"Now, you have gotten this amazing golden trophy, the top money reward, and will be trained by many professionals to become a professional yourself. You obviously have the skills for it. You ready for that Miss ____?"

____ heaved out a sigh. "Well, if all of you don't mind, I would like to stay in South Park a little longer." This received a gasp from everyone present. "Although I have won the competition, I believe Miss Rowan deserves to be trained to become a professional too." ____ went over to Felicia and smiled at her. "You wouldn't mind if I gave you the opportunity, right?"

"No, not at all," Felicia mumbled out with wide, grey eyes.

"But, ____, why give this chance up?" The interviewer asked her. "This kind of thing might not happen ever again."

"Well, ma'am, I am in my Junior year of high school and I honestly love my town too much to give it up. I don't want to give up the possible, great years I'll have in my hometown. I'm sorry if that sounded corny in some way. Plus, if I leave now, there will be missed opportunities too."

Once the hype had died down and the cameras had finished rolling, ____ made sure to find Christophe first. She walked over to him and the Yardale boy. "Hello, boys."

"____, brilliant as ever!" Gregory told her. "But giving up to become professional?"

"Yeah, why would you want to stay in a hellhole of a place?" Christophe asked her.

____ didn't care about her actions. She grabbed a chunk of his black shirt and pulled him closer to her so she could unite their lips. Christophe stood there, shocked. Once he got over it, he wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her closer.

"Well, I guess I know what opportunities you were talking about now," Gregory chortled just as the two pulled away from each other. ____ blushed deeply at her rash action and stepped back to give herself space. "I'll be over there, ok mate?" Gregory stalked off to leave the two alone.

"Sooo, I heard that you wanted to ask me out last Monday," ____ told the mercenary.

It was his turn to blush. "Oui, who told you zat?"

"Your mom."

"Are you serious? When?" He asked with wide eyes.

"Your mom shops like all the time at the General Store. I work there, remember?"

"Oh... Zat's right... So wait, you and ze McCormick kid?..."

____ raised a brow. "Kenny? We're just friends, Christophe. Obviously, I like a particular French boy. Just so you know, I've liked you for a long time."

"So... Does zis mean I can ask you to be mine?" Christophe asked her finally. ____ nodded her head and hugged him tightly. Oh finally.

"Thank your mom for me, ok? If she didn't tell me anything, I might've taken that chance..."

"Seriously? I mean... I would've waited if you did leave. You should've taken it."

____ leaned in and gave him a peck on his lips. "I actually didn't care all too much about becoming pro. Plus, I'm ok with this, right now."

Christophe smiled. "I'm ok with zis too, mon cheri."