Sid Shmorgenheigen (shmorgenheigen) wrote,
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Maybe This Town Isn't So Bad, Chapter 3

Title: Maybe This Town Isn't So Bad
Author: shmorgenheigen
Chapter: Three
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Pierre/David
Word Count: 7469
Summary: After coming out of the closet to his friends in Canada and getting disowned by them, Pierre Bouvier moves to a hick town in the states to escape. Life is dull and grim for the twenty-one year old Canadian until he meets David Desrosiers, a young man who could change it all for the better.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen!
Author's Note: :D I probably wouldn't have finished this chapter today if I hadn't talked to Hélène. Thanks, dearie, for inspiring me. <3



Chapter 1
Chapter 2







Pierre’s eyes were out of focus as he stared off at nothing in particular, though his face registered the slightest twinge of pain and without realizing it, he let out a sad sigh. “So, do you wanna—” Pierre closed his eyes and saw David smiling at him, staring into his eyes with determination and interest as he spoke. At first it hadn’t even occurred to Pierre what David had started to say; he was too busy being embarrassed about Bill calling him ‘Canada’, and afterward, he was too excited about the exchange of names between he and the man that he’d been thinking of for four weeks straight. As soon as the novelty of knowing David’s name began to wear off and he was able to reflect on their interaction more clearly, it occurred to him what the shorter man had begun to say.

“So, do you wanna go out with me?” was the first thing that Pierre’s mind jumped to, and as soon as the words had rung through his mind, he felt disappointment and regret tingling uncomfortably in his stomach. The idea that he had been two seconds from going on a date with David and had been interrupted made Pierre want to run and jump off the nearest tall building, though, of course, Junction City wouldn’t provide any of those for him. The worst he would do was hurt himself badly, and then not only would he have to live with the fact that he almost went out with David, but he would also have to endure shame and self-loathing at his inability to do something as simple as commit suicide. The situation just didn’t seem worth it.

More for his own sanity than anything else, Pierre’s mind began to make up other options, other things David could have been going to say. Some of them were possible, like, “So, do you wanna go back to work now?” or “So, do you wanna get away from me?” Pierre thought to himself that maybe David wasn’t saying ‘wanna’ in the sense of ‘want to’; perhaps he was saying it in the sense of ‘want a’, as in “So, do you want a piece of gum?” or “So, do you want a kiss? For payment?” That last possible sentence lead to a plethora of other possibilities, the dirtiest of which being, “So, do you wanna come back to my place and fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight for a week?” While the last sounded inviting, Pierre highly doubted that was it.

No, in the end, there was no doubt in his mind that David had been intending to ask him out. It was all there! The soft smile, the lingering glance, the look down, the determined eye contact, and, of course, “So, do you wanna—” If only Bill had waited two seconds to call him back over. Or perhaps had he not been lost in his embarrassment, he might have responded with a, “Do I wanna what?” That certainly would have gotten David talking again… wouldn’t it?

Pierre let off another sad sigh and shook his head at himself. God, he was ridiculous sometimes. He was allowing himself to obsess over some guy that he’d only spoken to twice and knew literally nothing about, other than the fact that he worked at the competing gas station across the street and his name was David! Snap out of it, Pierre, he told himself sternly. He’s just a guy. As he thought this, however, there was a voice in the back of his mind abusing the declaration. David wasn’t just a guy. Though Pierre didn’t know much about him, there was one thing that he could be certain of: he was much more than just a guy. He was David; black haired, pierced, skin-tight-jean wearing David, and that in itself made him amazing.

“Wake up, Pierre!” Pierre jumped and looked around quickly, noticing Wendy staring at him from behind the counter as he sat at the table in the middle of store during his lunch break.

“I’m awake!” he told her quickly, though from the look she was giving him, Pierre knew she didn’t entirely believe him. “I’m just spacey.”

“You’re always spacey!” she told him with a laugh. Pierre smiled and nodded, before looking down at his hands and giving a soft sigh. “Something seems to be bugging you lately,” she pointed out.

Pierre looked up at her and shook his head slowly. “It’s nothing,” he said softly.

Wendy looked at him skeptically for a moment, before a look of understanding crossed her features. “I know what’s wrong,” she told him firmly.

“You do?” Pierre asked, straightening up a bit in his chair. He honestly wouldn’t have minded if she knew how much David was tormenting him, but he really hoped she wouldn’t go shouting about it in the middle of the store. God forbid if a customer heard…

“Yes! You’re homesick, aren’t you?” she asked sweetly.

Pierre stared at her for a half second, before nodding and giving a believable sigh. “Yeah, I guess I miss my mom,” he said with a shrug, and it wasn’t entirely untrue. The last time he’d talked to her was when he’d texted her a picture, and even then they’d only texted back and forth a few times; it had been another week since then. He hadn’t called her in almost six weeks, and not once had he corresponded with his dad in that time, either. He’d simply been busy wallowing in self pity, and after meeting David, he’d spent four weeks thinking incessantly about him. His parents had just seemed to slip his mind.

“Well you should call home!” Wendy told him with a nod.

Pierre laughed and nodded. “I probably should,” he admitted quietly.

“Go do it!”

“Right now?” Pierre asked, blinking slowly.

“Yes!” When Pierre continued to stare skeptically at her, she raised an eyebrow and placed a hand on her hip. “When was the last time you called your parents?”

“Uh… about six weeks?” Pierre said sheepishly. When her jaw dropped, Pierre’s eyes widened and he held his hands up in defense. “I’ve been busy!”

“Doing what?” she asked disbelievingly.

“Umm… living?” Wendy glared at him and Pierre sighed softly. “What do you want me to do about it right now? I’m at work!”

“You’re on lunch!” she pointed out. “You still have twenty five minutes of your break!”

Pierre sighed and nodded as he stood. He knew she wouldn’t leave him alone unless he just called his parents. “Alright, alright… I could use a cigarette, anyway,” he added with a nod. When Wendy glared at him, Pierre flashed her a sweet smile. “Yes, yes, I know, ma. Smoking’s bad for me,” he said, as he made his way slowly to the back door exit of the store.

“As long as you know,” she told him, as she always did when the topic of smoking was brought up.

Pierre smiled once more before walking out the door and making his way around the back of the building. Strictly speaking, he wasn’t supposed to be on his phone, even on his break, so he chose to stand behind the store to make his call. He might as well, right? Pierre placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it, before pulling out his cell phone and calling the home number. It rang only a few times before his dad answered, his voice sounding just as gruff and deep as Pierre remembered. “Hey dad,” Pierre said, watching as the smoke mingled on the air with his words.

“Pierre?” his dad asked.

“Do you have another kid I don’t know about?” Pierre asked jokingly.

“I have a few, actually,” his dad joked in response. “But don’t tell your mother.”

“Don’t tell me what?” his mother’s voice chimed in, and Pierre knew that she had picked up the second house phone to join the conversation.

“Nothing dear!”

Pierre smiled and took a long drag on his cigarette, filling his lungs to the maximum capacity. “Have you been whoring around on me again?” his mother asked, causing Pierre to choke and cough on his lungful of smoke. “Pierre! Are you smoking?” she asked sternly.

Pierre coughed several times, his throat and his chest absolutely burning as he tried to contain his laughter. “N-n-no!” he coughed out, his voice sounding weak and pained beneath his haggard coughing.

“I told you a million times to quit!” she lectured him. “And now listen to you! You sound like an old man!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t if my mom wasn’t talking about my dad whoring around,” Pierre pointed out, his voice a bit quieter and more raspy than it would normally be. He heard both of his parents laughing and he shook his head to himself before taking another drag of his cigarette, this one much more shallow, as his lungs and throat were still burning slightly. “You two are nuts,” he told them fondly.

“Hey, you should be glad you have such cool parents,” his dad told him firmly.

Pierre laughed and nodded his head slowly. “I am,” he said sweetly.

There was a collective silence on both ends before Pierre’s mother was speaking to him again, changing the subject. “So what’s up?”

Pierre shrugged, though he realized they couldn’t see him and he blew his breath of smoke out quickly. “Eh, nothing really. Just hadn’t called in a while, so I figured I would,” he told them slowly.

“Have you been staying out of trouble?” his mom asked, the tone in her voice making Pierre smile.

“Yes, mom,” he told her honestly. “You have to do more than work and sleep to get in trouble.”

“Oh, Pierre, I don’t like the idea of you locking yourself in your apartment alone all the time,” his mother told him, her voice stricken with worry. “What if you fell and hurt yourself and you couldn’t get to the phone to call and no one found you until you bled to death?”

Pierre laughed and shook his head slowly. “You watch too much CSI, mom.”

“She really does,” his dad agreed with him quickly.

“Don’t side with him! I’m serious! You need to get out and meet some people!” she said sternly.

Oh yeah. This was why Pierre never called his parents. “Get out! Meet new people! Have a life!” All he ever wanted to say was, “Leave me alone!” But did he? No. He sat there and listened to it.

“Oh, give him a break, honey,” Pierre’s dad said with a sigh.

“When was the last time you talked to someone other than a co-worker or a customer?” she pressed on, ignoring her husband’s suggestion completely.

Pierre thought. Should he bring up David? Eh. Why not. “I actually just met someone,” he said softly, his cheeks turning pink at the thought of talking with his parents about his love life.

“Really? Who?” his mother asked quickly.

Pierre took a quick puff on his cigarette and blew out the smoke before answering. “His name is David,” Pierre said gently. “He seems pretty cool… I dunno, I don’t really know him well yet.”

“So is this like… a friend friend or a boyfriend friend?” his dad asked awkwardly.

“Ugh, dad,” Pierre grumbled as he flicked his cigarette on the ground and stamped it out.

“I’m just curious!” his dad defended himself quickly.

“As am I!” his mother added in.

Pierre sighed and bent down to pick up the cigarette butt, before throwing it in the trash can and getting out another. He normally didn’t chain smoke like that, but he needed nicotine too badly in order to have that conversation. He lit another cigarette and took a deep breath of it.

“Really Pierre? Another cigarette?” his mother asked, and Pierre guessed that she had heard the metallic scraping of his lighter.

“Yes, another cigarette,” Pierre told her firmly. “And… I dunno yet,” he added distractedly.

“How do you not know?” his mother asked skeptically.

“Oh leave him alone. If he says he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know!” his dad defended him, and Pierre felt a streak of gratitude toward him, though he knew his mother would never leave it at that.

“It’s not rocket science! Either he’s interested or he’s not!”

“You know, it’s kinda weird how casual you guys are about my gay love life,” Pierre pointed out with a laugh.

“Oh come on, Pierre, we raised you to know better than that,” his mother told him firmly. “It’s just your love life. If it involves boys, great, if it involves girls, great. You know it doesn’t make a difference.”

“Yeah, you know we love you just the way you are, so if that means talkin’ boys we can do that,” his dad added, though he sounded slightly more awkward than his wife.

Pierre actually laughed out loud at that, causing him to choke on his smoke again. “Oh my God. You guys are gonna kill me,” he informed them with a laugh.

“No, it’s those damn cigarettes that are gonna kill you!” his mother told him firmly.

“Oh, leave him alone. He’s a man now. If he wants to smoke he can smoke, that’s his decision,” Pierre’s dad told her, and again, Pierre found himself grateful for how awesome his dad was.

“You guys are funny,” Pierre told them fondly. “Mom, if it makes you feel better, I won’t smoke when I talk to you anymore,” he added slowly.

There was silence for a moment, before she responded. “… yeah, do that.”

Pierre laughed and put out his second cigarette on the bottom of his shoe, though there was still about half of it left. “Kay, mom, I’m never smoking again,” he lied obviously as he threw the second butt in the trash.

“Good,” she said, though Pierre knew that she didn’t believe him.

“So… this David guy,” his dad brought up, and Pierre grumbled and smacked a hand over his face.

“Damn, I thought I distracted you guys,” Pierre told them with a sigh.

“Yes! So when did you meet him?” his mom asked eagerly.

“Well… the first time, he came into the station and got gas, and we talked a bit then,” Pierre said slowly. “And then I didn’t see him for about a week and a half, but then I saw him at the gas station across the street. Apparently he works there,” Pierre added with a shrug. “And I went and helped him change the prices on the sign… and he introduced himself, and that was it,” Pierre finished with a nod. Pierre blinked slowly as silence filled the other end.

“…that’s it?” his mother asked slowly.

“What?” Pierre asked innocently.

“Yeah, seriously kid… that’s all you’ve got?” his dad asked.

“What?! I told you I don’t really know him! I just kinda… met him,” Pierre said defensively.

“Come on! We Bouviers are supposed to be smooth talkin’ Casanovas!” his dad told him firmly. “That’s how I got your mother! Because I was smooth…”

“Yeah, smooth as oatmeal,” his mother joked.

“What?! My charms worked on you!”

Pierre heard his mother laugh lightly. “Actually, when I first met you I thought you were a total idiot,” she explained slowly.

Pierre laughed and shook his head. “You two are so ridiculous,” he told them firmly.

“Enough changing the subject!” his mother said suddenly. “Pierre! You need to make a move! I want to go to a wedding some day and god damnit, you’d better be planning to adopt at least two kids! I want grandchildren!”

Pierre grinned and rolled his eyes. “Should I tell David that?” Pierre asked sarcastically.

“Absolutely not, Pierre! Do you want him to think you’re insane?!”

“He probably already thinks I’m a total idiot,” Pierre commented slowly. A total idiot that he was about to ask out… Pierre reminded himself hesitantly.

“Well get on it! I’m serious! I’m calling you in a week and I don’t want to hear that you’ve spent another week absorbed in work or else sleeping at home!”

Pierre sighed and nodded. “I’ll see what I can do,” Pierre told her, merely for the purpose of shutting her up.

“Okay.”

Pierre sighed and looked around. “Look, I gotta get back to work,” he said softly.

“Wait, you’re calling us from work?” his dad asked.

“Yeah, it’s my lunch break,” he said with a shrug.

He heard his mother sigh and Pierre smiled again. “Okay, go eat something healthy, please,” she requested sweetly.

Pierre smiled and nodded. “Okay. I love you guys,” Pierre said quickly.

“Love you too,” his parents responded at the same time.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later,” Pierre said quietly. “Bye,” he added, before pulling the phone from his face and hanging up. He stood there for a moment, thinking of the conversation he’d just had, and no doubt the one he would have with his mother the following week when she called to check on his progress with David, and Pierre lit himself one last cigarette. “I’ll quit later,” he told himself as he smoked his third cigarette in the past twenty minutes. As soon as he was finished, Pierre walked slowly back inside, looking forward to spending the last few minutes of his break sitting in the warmth of the store before returning to the island. As he walked in the store, Pierre looked up to say something to Wendy, but stopped when she spoke to him, instead.

“Someone was just in here looking for you,” Wendy said slowly. “Some guy,” she added with a nod.

Pierre blinked slowly at her. “Who?” he asked quickly as he speed-walked over to where she was standing.

She looked at him cautiously before answering. “I dunno, some kid with black hair and a lot of piercings,” she said slowly. Pierre’s eyes widened and he took a sharp breath of air in. “What? Who is he?” she asked quickly.

Pierre recovered quickly, though his cheeks were still tinted pink at the thought that David had come in to the store to see him. “No one,” he said softly. Then, as if he couldn’t help himself, he added, “What did he say? Did he seem disappointed that I wasn’t around?”

Wendy blinked a few times at him before something seemed to hit her. “Oh my God, you like him!” she said in a whisper.

“No I don’t!” Pierre defended, whispering in return. She looked at him skeptically and Pierre shook his head quickly. “What? I don’t!”

She continued to eye him carefully before continuing. “Well… he asked if you were working, and I told him you were but that you were outside smoking—”

“Oh no, you told him that?!” Pierre asked quickly.

Wendy smiled smugly at Pierre. “Why do you care if you don’t like him?” she pointed out with an arrogant tilt of her head.

Pierre glared at her. “It don‘t… I was just curious,” he said, his voice low.

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “Well I told him to look on the side of the store for you, and he peeked out and didn’t see you, so he told me to tell you he stopped by and to give you this,” she added, before grabbing a small, folded piece of paper off of her register and holding it out toward Pierre.

Pierre took it and unfolded it, feeling his curiosity and excitement peaking as his eyes scanned the paper. He was unable to keep an ecstatic smile from spreading on his lips as he read what David had written.

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“Text me…” Pierre read out loud under his breath, letting out a stunned laugh as he did. He couldn’t believe what he was holding: David’s phone number. Pierre got out his phone and instantly added David to his contacts, not trusting himself with the security of the number in the slightest. With his luck, he would lose it and David would think he was a complete ass for never texting him! No, that just wouldn’t do. His mother wanted grandchildren, after all.

“What is it?” Wendy asked with a tilt of her head.

“His number,” Pierre said with a wide grin.

“If you don’t like him, why are you happy about getting his number?” Wendy pointed out fairly.

Pierre looked up at her and glared. “Oh shut up.”

The rest of the day was spent rather anxiously for Pierre. He wanted to text David right then and there, but it wasn’t worth the write up if he got caught, so he’d already decided to just wait until he was off work. Sure, he found himself checking the clock every five minutes, or else looking up at the gas station across the street in hopes that he would find David standing there, but David never showed up, and the clock never showed him anything he wanted to see. In the end, he only made the day feel longer for himself by being so impatient for it to be over.

Pierre couldn’t stop himself from looking at the note as the day wore on. Though he’d already looked at it a million times, he never got tired of seeing David’s tiny scrawl, how neat and cute it was, and he especially couldn’t get over the little smiley face he’d added on at the end. If there had been any doubt in Pierre’s mind about David’s sexuality before that day, it was all gone. There was no longer questioning the fact that David was such a flamer it was a miracle he didn’t burn right through his clothes. A grin spread across Pierre’s lips as this thought ran through his mind.

“What’s that?” came a voice from behind, and Pierre jumped and let out a soft gasp as the note was taken swiftly from his hands. He turned to see Bill grinning at him idiotically. “Oooh, who gave you this?” Bill continued tauntingly.

“Oh, uhhh…” Pierre started nervously as he reached forward and tried to take David’s note back, but Bill continued to pull it from his reach like an elementary school student, laughing all the while. What was he supposed to say? ‘A dude gave me that. Please beat me up, now.’ No. “Just give it back!” Pierre said desperately as he made another grab for it, though at the same time, he wasn’t trying that hard. He didn’t want to grab it and have it rip in half.

“Oh, calm down, Canada,” Bill said as he handed the note back to Pierre, this time not pulling it away at the last second. “Some chick gave you her number?” he inquired curiously.

Pierre blinked at Bill for a second before deciding to give into the temptation of the lie. “Yeah, but I don’t know if I’m gonna text her,” Pierre said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Well you were just sittin’ here staring at it,” Bill pointed out. “That means something, kid.” Pierre gave a nervous laugh and shrugged again. “Dude, stop being so damn shy all the time! You need to get laid,” Bill told him with a pat on the shoulder.

Pierre laughed and shook his head slowly. Then, as he looked up at Bill, something marvelous occurred to him. His entire face lit up as he stared at him, and Bill’s smile turned to a skeptical stare. “You’re here,” Pierre said quietly.

“Yeah…?” Bill asked nervously.

“That means I can go home!” Pierre exclaimed. He pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at the time, and indeed, he was free to go. Without another word or a second glance at Bill, Pierre was off. He ran inside and clocked himself out, before positively running home. It only took him a minute to get home that way, though his sudden burst of excited energy mixed with how much he smoked on a daily basis left him panting and nursing a stitch in his side by the time he was walking into the living room of his small, one bedroom apartment. Regardless of his burning chest and his searing side, Pierre walked to the couch and plopped down, pulling out his phone with an air of nervous excitement.

Then a thought struck him. “Should I wait?” he asked himself out loud as he stared down at David’s number in his phone. Unless David was totally dense, it was pretty obvious that every time Pierre went home from work it was three o’clock. Now it was only a few minutes past, and if Pierre texted him right away, it could seem obvious how badly he wanted to talk to him; he could come off as desperate. Pierre stared at his phone for a second longer before muttering, “Fuck it,” and opening a new text message.

He thought for a few seconds about what he should say. Somehow, ‘Hey, this is Pierre. What’s up?’ just didn’t feel right. But what should he say? He smiled as he thought of something that he thought might work.

You just assume I have a cell phone? :)


Pierre watched anxiously as the message sent. He wondered how long he would have to wait for David to text him back, but within twenty seconds his phone had lit up and was buzzing, announcing a new message. Pierre practically fell off of his couch as he attempted to grab his phone off of the coffee table. His eyes were wide and his heart was pounding and he opened it, though immediately a wide grin was on his lips.

Oh, come on, Canada. Who doesn’t? Are you telling me you sent this via telegram?


Oh god. It was better than he could have ever imagined. He was witty! He was smart! He was funny! Pierre could have absolutely died of happiness right then and there. He couldn’t stop smiling as he sent his response.

I did, actually. I was going to use morse code, but I figured you might not have the proper functioning equipment for that.


As Pierre watched it send, he found himself hoping again that David’s response wouldn’t take long, and again, he wasn’t disappointed.

Trust me, my equipment functions perfectly. ;)


Pierre’s jaw dropped as he stared at David’s message. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? “Jesus, you’re forward,” Pierre muttered with a stunned laugh as he opened a new message to reply.

I’ll keep that in mind. :)


Pierre could feel himself shaking slightly as he waited for David’s response. He’d never been so sexually obvious with a guy before; it felt strange to flirt in this way and to have it come out right. Pierre knew that had he been standing in front of David, he wouldn’t have been able to say such a thing at all. He simply would have stared, blushed, and probably ended up muttering something entirely embarrassing and useless. Perhaps it was best that the two were starting out their major communication in this way.

Pierre looked down at his phone as he received another message, and wondered what David could have responded to his last message.

Good.


Pierre blinked at the message. Now he really had nothing to say in response, though soon his phone was lighting up and showing him another message.

Which do you prefer: Cap’n Crunch or Trix?


Pierre blinked slowly at the text message, not quite sure what to say, even to himself. David was asking him about cereal? With a soft laugh and a shrug of his shoulders, he replied. David continued to send Pierre random questions, things that were unconnected and some of which made no sense, and Pierre continued to answer, the silly grin never faltering on his lips. He hardly realized when the sun went down, and it didn’t even occur to him that he’d gone a good seven hours without even once thinking about a cigarette. He was completely wrapped up in David, and God, did it feel good.

Hugs or kisses?


Pierre thought for a short moment before sending his reply.

Both.


No, no. You have to pick ONE.


Pierre bit his lips together as he tried to figure out which he preferred.

It depends on the situation! If it’s concerning family or friends, obviously it’s gonna be a hug. But otherwise… I guess kisses.


Pierre actually laughed out loud when he read David’s response.

Well, I’m glad to know you don’t still kiss your mother, Pierre.


Pierre had been on the verge of responding when his phone received another text. This one wiped the smile from his lips in an instant and instead he stared at the screen of his phone, hardly daring to breathe.

So what about me?


He swallowed hard as he thought of the best response.

What about you?


Within seconds he had a response. God, David was a fast texter.

Hugs or kisses?


Pierre took a deep breath as he thought of the best possible response. Should he tell David that he wanted to kiss him? Should he tell David that his beautiful lips had been floating around his mind for the past four weeks? Pierre wrote his response slowly, calculating every word carefully as he did.

I guess we’ll just have to see when we get there.


Pierre held tightly to his phone as he waited, though he knew the response would come almost immediately; it always did.

You’re very confident. WHEN we get there?


Pierre’s hands were shaking as he held his phone. He stared at the message with his mouth hanging open. He knew what he would have said if he was standing in front of David: ‘Oh, uh, umm.. I didn’t… but… umm…’ But how did one text such a response? The whole point was that he had no idea what to say to that. When he didn’t respond for a minute, David obviously grew impatient and sent another text.

Relax, Canada. I’m just trying to make you blush. I’m glad it’s working. ;)


Reluctantly, Pierre felt a smile spreading across his lips again.

What makes you so certain?


I can feel the heat from your face all the way over here!


Pierre laughed and scoffed lightly.

Hey! You don’t know me!


When David’s response came, Pierre’s grin faded slowly to a soft smile.

Well I’m trying to correct that. :)


It was amazing how David could make him feel as if he was soaring with just one sentence. Pierre gave a happy sigh as he texted out his response.

Good. :)


David and Pierre continued to text each other throughout the night. Pierre was shocked when he looked at the time and realized that it was two o’clock in the morning. Not only had they been texting back and forth non-stop for eleven hours, but not once in that time had he stopped to eat or smoke. Everything else, like fatigue, seemed to take the back burner when David was involved. Reluctantly, Pierre began to make his way to his bedroom. The moment he crawled into bed, his body began to feel the twenty hour day, and suddenly he was glad that the next day was Monday, meaning he didn’t work. His eyes fell closed and he took a long, deep breath, allowing his body to relax finally. As soon as his phone buzzed in his hand, however, Pierre’s eyes were opening and he was looking at David’s text in record time.

So what does a strapping lad like yourself do at two in the morning?


Pierre gave a soft laugh and shook his head slowly.

I’m in bed.


He hadn’t meant that with dirty intent in the slightest, and in his tired state his mind didn’t take anything other than innocent out of his own words. When he read David’s next text, however, Pierre felt his body heating up.

What are you wearing?


He stared at the text, wondering if David was serious or if he was simply trying to get a rise out of him. And then he thought about it, and everything that David had ever said or texted to him. It seemed that every time something sexual came up, more often than not, David was merely trying to make him blush. Pierre smiled and shook his head as he thought of the perfect response.

A silk bra and panties.


Pierre snuggled himself more comfortably against his pillow as he waited for David’s response. He barely had time to think about what they’d talked about that day before he was receiving another text.

Really? I would’ve pictured you as a leather corset and fishnet-stockings kind of guy.


Pierre gave a snort of laughter as he tried his hardest not to picture himself that way. “Fuck, that’d be scary,” he said slowly to himself.

That’s only Friday Nights.


And again, Pierre found himself grinning and laughing at David’s response.

I could tell just looking at you that you’re into some kinky shit, Mr…?


Bouvier.


…hehe. Bouvier. :D


Yes, yes, I’m Canadian.


Well, Mr. Bouvier… I think this is good night. School starts up again tomorrow, so I really should’ve been asleep hours ago.


Pierre gave a soft sigh and nodded at David’s text, though David obviously couldn’t see him.

Why didn’t you?


Why didn’t I what?


Go to sleep hours ago.


I was talking to this totally hot guy I met a few weeks back and suddenly sleep didn’t seem too important.


Pierre bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from grinning too wide.

Funny, I had the same kind of night.


Pierre couldn’t help his soft smile as he read what David texted him next.

Well, it sounds like we both had a spectacular night, then.


They had both had a spectacular night? Oh, he could have died of happiness.

One of the best in a long time…


Once he’d sent that text, Pierre wasn’t sure if he should have in the slightest. Suddenly he started worrying that it would make him seem like a friendless loser — even though he was one — or that he was desperate for David to like him — which he was. As soon as he read David’s reply, however, Pierre knew it was silly to worry in the first place. David was definitely interested in him.

Way to put on the pressure, Canada! How am I supposed to make tomorrow night better than the best night ever? I can’t work like this… :P


Pierre gave a happy sigh and snuggled in bed again, feeling that everything in his life was finally starting to fall into place.

Just be around… that’s all I need to have the best night ever.


For once, David’s response didn’t come immediately. Pierre watched his phone as the seconds dragged to minutes, waiting for David’s response, and suddenly it occurred to him that he might have finally gone too far. Had he been too boy-friendly too soon? When his phone received a text message, Pierre practically jumped out of bed trying to open it.

Good night, Pierre Bouvier. Have sweet dreams about me. :)


Pierre sighed and laid back in bed, feeling his stomach slowly making its way back to its proper place in his body. He smiled weakly as he sent his last text for the night, before allowing his eyes to fall closed and falling asleep, fully clothed in his work uniform, laying on top of the blankets, with all of the lights in his apartment still on. He couldn’t even believe the day he’d had, though the last thing he’d said to David about summed it up:

There’s no way I won’t, Dave. Good night. :)


The next couple of days went like that: from the moment Pierre woke up, to the moment he went to bed, he and David texted each other. It was a disappointment, therefore, when Wednesday hit and he had to go back to work and was forced to return to the real world, a world where David didn’t live. Pierre didn’t dare text while he was at work, though he could feel his desire to speak with David burning in his insides. It just wasn’t worth getting in trouble over. As soon as he was off work, however, the two would commence their texting. Pierre generally had two or three texts from David waiting for him to respond to, and there was the occasional picture message; just things that David thought was amusing, no doubt. By the time Friday rolled around, Pierre had sent David more texts than he had ever sent in his entire life.

“Here’s fifteen dollars for pump twelve,” Pierre told Wendy as he handed her a wad of money; he sounded rather distant as he spoke. Three o’clock was fast approaching and he couldn’t get his mind off of his cell phone and what he might find when he next picked it up.

“You awake today, Pierre?” Wendy asked as she took the money and put it in the register.

“Yeah,” Pierre said with a nod. “I’m just thinking,” he added with a shrug.

Wendy opened her mouth to speak, though before she said anything her eyes flicked behind Pierre and a smile slowly slid onto her lips. “About what?” she asked as she looked back at him.

“Nothing,” Pierre said, not noticing a thing as he had been staring adamantly at the counter while trying to shove David’s face out of his mind.

“That kid with the black hair and the piercings?” Wendy pressed on, smiling wider.

Pierre looked up quickly, staring at her with a sudden sense of urgency. “Shhh,” he shushed her softly. “Are you trying to get me beat up?”

Wendy laughed and shook her head. “You are so paranoid.”

Pierre huffed quietly before straightening up again. “And his name is David.”

Wendy leaned forward a bit for the sake of giving Pierre a sense of security. “So you like him?”

Pierre sighed softly and nodded his head. “I can’t stop thinking about him,” he admitted quietly. “I wish I had the courage to just walk up to him and say, ‘Hey! I think you’re hot as fuck and you have the most amazing personality of anyone I’ve ever met. Do you wanna go out with me?’” When Wendy smiled at him deviously, Pierre raised an eyebrow at her. “What?” he asked skeptically.

“You never know unless you try,” came a voice from behind.

Pierre gasped and turned quickly, his eyes widening and his face instantly flushing red as he saw David standing behind him, who jumped back in surprise and spilled his freshly poured cup of coffee all over his right hand. David let off a soft gasp of pain as the hot liquid scorched his skin, before dropping the cup and jumping back. Pierre stood in shock at the scene he’d just caused, his mouth hanging open slightly. The sight of David holding tight to his hand and cringing in pain acted as a stimulant to Pierre’s mind, however, and soon he had taken two large steps and found himself standing over David, taking his hand in both of his and trying to see the damage done.

“I am SO sorry!” Pierre said quickly as he pried David’s good hand off of the burned one to get a better look, though David more than complied. The mere fact that Pierre was holding his hand in such a tender manner seemed to have stunned him into submission. “Are you okay?” Pierre asked, looking up from David’s hands to instead stare cautiously into his eyes… his gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Y-yeah… it just stings a bit,” David muttered breathlessly as he returned Pierre’s stare, looking almost helpless, as if he simply got lost in Pierre’s deep chocolate eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Pierre breathed nervously before giving off a nervous laugh, one which David returned.

“Pierre, why don’t you get some mustard packets since we don’t have any burn gel,” Wendy suggested loudly, and suddenly, it was as if all of the warm air had left the room. Pierre stepped quickly away from David, remembering where he was and what he was doing there. His eyes snapped away from David, who looked slightly hurt at the sudden distance between their bodies, though he didn’t say anything.

Pierre looked at Wendy curiously as he contemplated her words. “Mustard?” he asked, trying to play it off as if he hadn’t just been touching another boy’s hand tenderly.

She smiled knowingly at him and nodded. “The vinegar in it will help keep off infection.”

David looked at her cautiously. “I don’t really want mustard on my hand…” he admitted quietly.

“Oh, shut up and do it. You don’t want a big nasty infection, do you?” She said sternly. David’s eyes widened slightly and he shook his head. Pierre couldn’t help but smile at the way David looked like a teenage boy in front of Wendy, something which he’d never thought before, though he supposed Wendy’s motherly ways probably had that effect on a lot of people. “Sit down at the table and Pierre will help you,” she said with a stern nod, and David blinked a few times before moving to sit down at the table. Pierre smiled at Wendy before walking to the condiments and grabbing a handful of mustard packets.

When he made his way back to the table, Pierre started to feel his nerves kicking up in his stomach again. He started to go over what he had been saying to Wendy when David interrupted him, and a feeling of panic stole through his chest, though if David had any intention of laughing at him or rejecting him, it wasn’t obvious when Pierre sat down in the chair next to him. No, David was flashing him a sweet smile, one which Pierre couldn’t help but return. He swallowed hard as he took David’s hand again in his, the feel of David’s fingers twitching involuntarily against his palm sending shivers down Pierre’s spine.

David gave a soft laugh and looked down at the small round table they were sitting at. “This is by far the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me,” David admitted as Pierre began to rub the mustard across his skin.

Pierre laughed lightly and nodded his head. “This is definitely the weirdest thing I’ve ever done,” Pierre told him quietly while using his ring finger on his right hand to gently spread the mustard across his burned skin while holding David’s hand in his left. He made slow, gentle movements, not wanting to cause David any more pain than he’d already endured, though when his eyes flashed up to David’s, he thought that David couldn’t have looked more intrigued if he tried.

“So… I’m hot as fuck, eh?” David asked with a grin.

Pierre’s face turned beet red and he focused all of his attention on David’s hand again. “I think you already know you are,” Pierre told him fairly.

David laughed gently and nodded his head. “I suppose…” he mused quietly. “So, what is it gonna take to get you to go out with me?”

Pierre looked up quickly, his eyes wide and his cheeks tinted pink. The abruptness of the way David had just asked him out made Pierre’s insides squirm uncomfortably, though the effect was rather pleasant at the same time. “Huh?” he asked breathlessly.

David grinned and leaned closer to Pierre. “Are you doing anything tomorrow night?” he asked quietly. Pierre opened his mouth to speak, though no words came out. Instead he shook his head slowly, his mouth still hanging slightly open, making him look positively dumbfounded. David smiled wider at that. “Well now you are. You can pick me up at seven,” he said softly as he pulled his hand out of Pierre’s grasp. Pierre continued to stare open mouthed at David as he stood and smiled down at him. “Don’t be late,” he added with a devilish smirk, before turning his back and starting toward the door. “Thanks for the tip, by the way. It really does feel a lot better already,” he added with a nod to Wendy, before heading out the door without so much as a glance back.

Pierre continued to stare after him, his mouth still hanging open. Had that really just happened to him? Had David really waltzed in, made a date, and waltzed out again without Pierre so much as muttering a word in response? Slowly he allowed his mouth to close and he turned back to look at Wendy, who was watching with a look of amusement on her features. “Holy shit,” he said breathlessly.

“You have a date?” she guessed with a beaming grin.

Pierre gave a soft laugh and nodded his head in a stunned fashion. “…I have a date.”
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