Chapter: Sixteen: Part Two
Word Count: 10,972 (all together)
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: Sorry this took so long! :( I hope you guys can forgive me! <3
AND. JET LAG. VIDEO. DAVID'S HAIR. UNNNGH. SO HOT. AND NO HAT! YAY! :D
David’s eyes shot wide open and his cheeks turned pink, and Pierre slapped a hand over his face. “What the fuck is wrong with your family?!” David hissed at Pierre, who dropped his hand, shrugged and shook his head wildly.
“I have no fucking clue! They’re nuts!” He complained in a whisper, though soon his arms were wrapping around David’s waist and he was pulling him against his body. David’s hands came to rest on Pierre’s chest and he stared up at him, unable to keep himself from smiling at the older man. “I’m sorry,” Pierre apologized gently, and he leaned subtly closer to David, who ran his teeth over his lip ring in a sensual manner. “Just a few more days, and it’ll just be us again,” Pierre continued, his voice low.
“Yeah, and Seb,” David said, and Pierre was incredulously pleased to hear a hint of a whine in his younger boyfriend’s voice. “I miss being alone with you,” David sighed. Goosebumps erupted up Pierre’s arms and neck as David’s hands ghosted up his chest and slung around his neck, his fingers brushing lightly against the back of his neck and playing in his hair.
Pierre’s hands pressed more firmly into David’s lower back, something which caused David’s body temperature to rise ever so slightly and the pit of his stomach to tingle. He bit down harder on his lip ring, wanting nothing more than to push Pierre against the wall and kiss him with everything in him. Something about their sexual experience of the night previously had stirred up newer, stronger, sexual feelings between the two, feelings that they were both two seconds from acting on, until—
“Pierre, honey! Get in here!”
Pierre sighed and leaned his forehead down to rest on David’s shoulder, who groaned and looked up at the sky. “I hate her… I fucking hate her…” Pierre grumbled, though still he pulled away from David and started to walk inside, purposefully grabbing onto David’s hand and locking their fingers as he pulled him through the door. When they walked in, Pierre didn’t think the scene could have been funnier. His dad and uncle were on the couch re-telling extremely inappropriate stories from their adolescence, Sebastien was sitting awkwardly in between then on the couch, staring nervously at Pierre’s dad, party hat again in place, and Pierre’s mom was walking around acting as if nothing was going on, though she continued to bring Sebastien little treats, clearly meant to butter him up so he would steal her son back away from the hooligan of a teenager that was attached to Pierre’s hand. Pierre laughed lightly and shook his head to himself, leaning over David to pull the front door closed.
The night was… well, to put it simply, awkward for almost everyone involved. The only two that seemed to be fully enjoying themselves were Pierre’s dad and uncle, who enjoyed making the awkward tension even more awkward by making inappropriate gay sex jokes about David and Pierre, and a few were even directed at Sebastien, who would turn bright red and look quickly away. Pierre thought that this was about the worst birthday he’d ever had.
“Why don’t you boys go out to the bar tonight?” Mrs. Bouvier asked, and though her voice was kind and gentle, Pierre knew exactly why she had brought this up. Everyone turned to look at her, except for David, who looked down at his lap and began to toy nervously with his lip ring. “I’m sure you’re sick of hanging out with us old people,” she added, smiling and waving them off.
“Mom, David’s not old enough to go out,” Pierre said stiffly.
“Oh, that’s right,” Mrs. Bouvier replied with a soft laugh. “I forgot.”
“No, you didn’t,” Pierre responded, his voice flat.
“Pierre, don’t,” David whispered, not looking up from his lap.
“No, I’m sick of this,” Pierre replied, turning and facing David again.
“Honestly, Pierre, I forgot how young your friend was,” Mrs. Bouvier replied, still with that same, fake-sweet voice.
Pierre stared hard at his mom for a long moment, before he was standing and motioning for her to come outside with him. “We need to talk,” he said shortly.
“I’m sure we can talk in here,” she said stubbornly.
“Mom,” Pierre said curtly. “Come on.”
She stared at him for several long seconds before she sighed, nodded, and stood. As soon as they were both standing outside Pierre’s front door, he made sure it was good and closed before turning to look at her. “Stop!” he yelled at her in a whisper.
“I’m not doing anything!” she defended herself quickly.
“Yes, you are! I don’t care if you don’t approve of David! I don’t care if you think he’s too young for me! You have no idea how much he means to me!” Pierre told her heatedly.
“But what about Sebastien?” she asked, sounding almost desperate. “You two have been friends forever! You love him!”
“No! I used to love him! And then you know what? He broke my fucking heart!” Pierre retorted, his voice slowly getting louder.
“You seem to have forgiven him for that,” she pointed out fairly.
“Just because a wound has scarred over, doesn’t mean it’s gone! Yeah, I’ve forgiven him for what he did, but I can’t just get over it! You don’t understand, things will never be the same between us again!” he told her, now positively yelling. “I will never get over how bad he hurt me!”
“So, what, you’re just replacing him with David?” she accused him quickly.
“No! David means more to me than Sebastien ever did!” Pierre yelled honestly.
“He’s too young for you! You think this is going to last? You really think he’s going to want the same things as you in a year from now? Or even two?” She asked harshly, though Pierre hardly let her finish her sentence before he was shaking his head and turning away, too angry to listen to her anymore. When he burst back into the living room, it was obvious that the four inside could hear every word they’d said perfectly. David was staring at his lap with tears in his eyes, Sebastien was staring hard off to the side, and Pierre’s father and uncle were sitting by with wide eyes, clearly trying to pretend that they hadn’t heard anything, though the looks of awkward shock on their faces told Pierre that they had heard everything.
Pierre didn’t care. He walked over to where David was sitting and held his hand out for him to take. David slowly looked from Pierre’s hand up to his face, his hazel eyes swimming with unshed tears, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Come on, David,” Pierre said gently. The two stared at each other for a few long seconds before David placed his hand in Pierre’s and stood. Pierre turned to look at Sebastien, who had yet to look at him, and sighed. “You comin’ Seb?” he asked, catching Sebastien’s attention finally. Sebastien looked slightly surprised that Pierre was even addressing him, especially after the things he’d just said outside. “Or you can stay here,” Pierre told him, a bit of a smile working onto his lips at the thought of Sebastien alone in a room with his parents and uncle. Sebastien stood quickly and together the three left the apartment, not saying a word to Mrs. Bouvier as they passed her; Pierre didn’t even turn to look at her.
“What a fucking birthday,” Pierre grumbled as he walked down the street, his hand still holding tight to David’s. It was dark outside; Pierre hadn’t realized how late it had gotten until they’d left.
David sighed and leaned over, resting his head against Pierre’s shoulder and wrapping around his arm. “I’m sorry,” he said gently.
Sebastien was walking several feet to the side of David, staring away from the two of them, his mind racing with thoughts of the things Pierre had said. He’d broken Pierre’s heart beyond repair, their friendship would never be the same; sure, he’d known it somewhere deep inside, he could feel the difference in their friendship, but to actually hear it spoken out loud? It was painful.
“Yeah well… let’s just hope they’re not still there when we get back,” Pierre said, turning to face David with a weak smile. David smiled back but didn’t say anything, just continued to walk in silence, a silence that wasn’t broken until the three were walking up to the front of David’s abandoned high school. “What are we doing here?” Pierre asked skeptically, though when he turned to look at David and saw the devious smile playing at the corners of his baby pink lips, he suddenly thought that David hadn’t led them there on accident.
“You’ll see,” David said, before flashing Sebastien the same smile, who looked just as curious as Pierre did. David merely grabbed onto Sebastien’s hand, while still holding Pierre’s, and continued to pull them along, taking them around the back of the school. He walked through a slightly skinnier area, where the fence surrounding the school was placed rather closely to the outside school walls, not explaining, not stopping to notice the nervous look on Sebastien’s face, or the irritated one on Pierre’s at the fact that David and Sebastien were holding hands. Sebastien was determinately avoiding Pierre’s gaze, not wanting to see any sort of emotion that the other man held for him. His words had been more than enough to get his point across.
When David finally came to a stop, he dropped both hands he was holding and started to approach the chain fence, looking up at it with determination. Pierre was surprised when his boyfriend grabbed onto it and began to climb; never in a million years would he have pictured David climbing a fence. “What the fuck are you doing?” Pierre asked quickly, his hands moving to hold onto David’s lower back to support him, though David shook his body back and forth, effectively shaking Pierre’s hands away.
“I do this all the time! Or… I used to,” he said, his voice strangely at ease for what he was doing.
"This coming from the kid who freaked out when I tried to carry him up the stairs?" Sebastien asked with a grin.
David stared at him seriously. "Up. Side. Down," he said incredulously.
Neither man said anything more, just watched as David turned around and came to sit on the top of the fence, facing the school building. Was it just Pierre’s imagination, or did it look as if David was trying to get a footing on the fence? It soon became apparent that he wasn’t seeing things, because soon David was raising his body, as if he was trying to stand. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” he asked again, this time more frantically, but soon David had lunged himself forward and up, his hands grabbing onto the ledge of the school roof, his body swinging back and forth while he adjusted his hold.
“Dude! Are you CRAZY?!” Sebastien yelled, moving to stand next to David’s dangling body; his feet were a good five feet from the ground.
“Oh shut up!” David grunted thickly, and with a great amount of effort, he pulled himself up, his stomach coming to rest on the edge of the roof. He gave a groan as he raised his leg and hoisted himself up the rest of the way and came to lay on his back for a moment, now entirely out of view.
“David! Get back down here! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Pierre yelled at him from the ground, standing far back so he could try and get a glimpse of his boyfriend.
As soon as David stood, he became visible to both Pierre and Sebastien, though he had to lean over slightly to get a view of the two of them. “Come on! Get up here!” he told them both, smiling wide.
Pierre and Sebastien stared up at him, all words shocked from their systems. They turned to look at each other, before Sebastien shrugged and started to move toward the fence. “Dude, what are you doing?!” Pierre asked incredulously, but Sebastien merely shrugged him off and started to climb. “Oh my God, you’re gonna break your fucking neck!” Pierre exclaimed, his hands coming to rest on the top of his head.
“Okay, mom,” Sebastien said with a mean laugh as he came to sit on the top of the fence, just as David had, though it protested more under his weight. David was definitely smaller than he was, though they were pretty evenly matched in height. “Oh god, I’m gonna die,” he whispered to himself, and throwing out the last of his common sense, he jumped. His hands barely caught the edge of the roof, and they burned as he dangled, his eyes widening.
“God damn it, Seb,” Pierre said breathlessly as he moved to stand next to his friend’s dangling feet. He put his hands under Sebastien’s feet and pushed, helping his friend easily onto the roof. As Sebastien pulled himself up, helped somewhat by David grabbing onto the back of his shirt, he rolled onto his back and stared up at the starry night sky, feeling shocked with himself at having just done that. Pierre stare up at the roof, feeling helpless. Now he had to get up there, because he couldn’t just leave David and Sebastien alone. Pierre didn’t not trust them together, but at the same time… he didn’t really trust them together.
“Come on, Boubou!” David called to him, grinning wide. He had a feeling that watching Pierre jump was going to be entertaining in one way or another.
“Yeah, come on, Boubou!” Sebastien mimicked David, who glared at him and smacked him on the arm. Sebastien grinned and smacked David back, who scoffed and hit him again. By the time Pierre had unwillingly climbed the fence, they were practically wrestling with each other on the roof.
“Would you two cut it out?!” Pierre demanded nervously. “You’re gonna fucking fall!”
David and Sebastien pulled apart from each other grinning and instead turned to face Pierre, who looked as if he was talking himself up to jumping. “Just like jumping from the balcony, only backwards,” Sebastien told him with a grin.
“Yeah, except I was drunk when we did that,” Pierre reminded him nervously.
“Wait, what?” David asked, looking curiously first at Pierre, then to Sebastien.
“Long story,” Pierre called up to him. “Okay, here goes nothing,” he told himself, and with everything he had in him, he jumped. Pierre was taller than David or Sebastien, and he was stronger and more athletic, too. So should he really have been surprised that when he grabbed onto the roof, he didn’t just do so with the tips of his fingers as the other two had done? Pierre landed with his arms extended flat on the roof and his head sticking over, his eyes wide.
“Holy shit!” David breathed, moving quickly to help his boyfriend, but soon Pierre had bent his arms and pulled himself up onto the flat roof, hardly breaking a sweat as he did, and rather than rolling onto his back as the other two had done, he merely crawled up on his knees and stood, looking slowly at everything around him. David stared at Pierre, not sure if he was impressed, turned on, or some combination of the two.
As Pierre turned to look down at him, he smiled and grabbed again onto David’s hand. “What?” he asked softly.
“You’re hot,” David told him bluntly, causing a pleased smile to break out across Pierre’s face.
“Alright, alright, if you wanted to fuck up here, you should’ve left me at home,” Sebastien grumbled, walking away from the two.
David and Pierre watched as Sebastien walked across the roof and came to sit about twenty feet away, staring out over the edge of the building. David turned to look at Pierre, staring at him sadly. He jerked his head once toward Sebastien, and Pierre sighed and looked over at him, shaking his head. “Go talk to him!” David whispered, pressing the palm of his hand flat against Pierre’s stomach.
“No! What am I supposed to say?” Pierre whispered in return, never taking his eyes from his friend’s back.
“I dunno… you guys need to fix this,” David whispered sadly.
“David, what if there is no fixing this?” Pierre asked weakly.
“You have to try…”
Pierre sighed and nodded, though before he pulled away he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the top of David’s head. David gave a soft laugh and closed his eyes, his fingers pressing harder into Pierre’s stomach. As Pierre walked over to Sebastien, he felt nervous. The things he’d said… well, he’d meant them, but was there even a small part of him that had wanted Sebastien to hear? He sat down next to Sebastien and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, smiling as Sebastien leaned into him and rested his head against his chest. This, at least, felt normal still, though in the past Pierre would have seen it for something that it wasn’t: he would’ve felt romantic love from it. “Seb… look, all that shit I said…” he started, looking down at his lap.
“Don’t bother, Pierre, it’s okay,” Sebastien told him quietly.
“No, it’s not,” Pierre responded stiffly, though his voice was still gentle and quiet.
“But it’s true… I hurt you really bad, I get it. I’m sorry,” Sebastien breathed weakly.
Pierre sighed and pulled Sebastien in tighter, his other arm wrapping around him. “Let’s just… forget about it, okay?”
Sebastien nodded and snuggled against Pierre’s body for a moment longer before he was pushing against him and sitting up. David smiled at the two, having been watching from a distance, before he was walking over and squeezing his way between them. Pierre and Sebastien both laughed and moved over slightly, though when David sat down and crossed his legs in front of him, he was still touching both of them. Really, this was his favorite place to be: on the roof of his school. It just seemed fitting to him that he would be there surrounded by the two people that he had come to care the most about. The feel of Pierre’s arm moving around to his waist made it just that much more perfect.
“How often do you do this?” Pierre asked, turning to smile at his boyfriend.
“I used to come up here all the time, but I haven’t since we got together,” David told Pierre honestly. “It’s just… my place, I guess. It’s nice to come here and sit alone and think. I’ve only ever brought one other person up here and—” David stopped talking abruptly and looked quickly forward, biting his lips together as his cheeks flushed.
David didn’t need to finish that sentence for Pierre to know who else he’d brought to the roof of the school. It was obvious from the way he stopped himself speaking who it was. “Troy?” Pierre guessed quietly. When David made no movement and said nothing, Pierre sighed and leaned further forward to look at him. “You don’t have to hide him, ya know. It’s not like I expect you to just… pretend like you guys weren’t together…”
“Ugh, we weren’t together!” David defended himself heatedly.
“Really, David?” Sebastien asked, raising an eyebrow. David turned to stare at Sebastien with an open mouth. “Come on. You two were a couple, even if it was a secret.”
“We… we were not!” he complained softly.
“He sure thinks you were,” Pierre said, shrugging.
David turned to look at Pierre helplessly. “So? He’s delusional.”
“So you don’t care about him?” Pierre asked bluntly.
“How many times are we gonna have this argument?” David asked, a bit of anger flaring up in his voice again.
“Until you admit that he was your boyfriend,” Pierre told him with a shrug. “What, are you ashamed of him or something?”
“Wouldn’t you be?” David whispered. The sound of his voice, sad and defeated, made Pierre suddenly feel guilty for pushing him. “After everything he did to me… wouldn’t you be ashamed to have been with him? To have to admit that you let him treat you that way? Or that a part of you even felt like you deserved it?” When neither Pierre nor Sebastien said anything, David sighed and looked down. “So yeah, maybe I am a little ashamed that I put up with it, and that if you hadn’t come along… I’d probably still be dealing with it and thinking it’s okay.”
“You still care about him, though,” Pierre pointed out, and though they could have been, his words weren’t condescending or accusing in the slightest. It was more like he wanted David to see that this was true, to accept it and move on from it.
David gave a gentle laugh and looked down. “I’m ashamed of that, too,” he admitted gently. “When he tried to kiss me last month… I almost let him.”
“I know,” Pierre said quietly.
Sebastien looked between the two, suddenly wishing that he wasn’t present for this conversation. This had nothing to do with him; really, he felt as if he was intruding on a private, couple moment, though living with a couple often left him feeling that way. Third-Wheel-Sebastien, that was what he’d become. He hated it with every fiber of his being.
“But you didn’t,” Pierre continued, drawing David’s attention up. “In the end you didn’t let him, and that’s what matters.” David nodded and looked back down.
“Ya know…” Sebastien started slowly, drawing attention back to him. “You two look a lot alike,” he said, looking at Pierre specifically.
David’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Who? Me and Pierre? Are you nuts?” he asked skeptically.
“No! Pierre and Troy!” Sebastien explained.
David’s eyes widened and he sat up stiff, while Pierre glared hard at Sebastien. “No they don’t,” David said quickly.
“Yeah they do,” Sebastien responded. “Tall, athletic, muscular, brown hair… shit, does Troy even have brown eyes?”
“…maybe,” David responded unwillingly.
Sebastien gave a triumphant laugh, and David and Pierre both glared harder at him. “Well someone obviously has a type,” he commented with a grin.
“I dunno, I think you’re hot and you’re scrawny and pathetic like me,” David spat at him, glaring hard.
“Hey!” Pierre complained.
“You added scrawny and pathetic, but all I heard was ‘hot’,” Sebastien said in a joyous tone.
“Shut up, I hate you,” David growled and he pulled his knees to his chest and rested his chin on them, huffing softly.
Pierre’s arm snaked low around David’s waist and he held onto him, claiming possession over him, even though Sebastien was doing nothing to take it from him. Still, Pierre felt the need to make his claim known. Sebastien looked over at David, staring for a moment at the bite marks and bruises on his neck and feeling a little bit turned on by them. Why did he want nothing more than to lean over and bite David’s neck exactly where Pierre had? It wasn’t that he wanted to be with David, that he had any desire to take his best friend’s boyfriend… just the idea of David and Pierre together in bed made him want to be doing exactly the same thing with one or yes, even both of them. God, he needed to get laid.
When David turned to look at Sebastien, Sebastien’s eyes darted up and he looked quickly away, his cheeks turning pink. There was nothing discreet in the knowing smile on David’s lips; he could tell that Sebastien wanted him, even if only for the sexual release he was more than experienced to give. Not that he would ever point this out. Oh no, he very much liked Sebastien being alive. He knew that Pierre would absolutely lose his mind if anything ever happened between him and Sebastien.
“So… when are you gonna stop moping around the apartment and actually start doing shit?” David asked bluntly, and Sebastien turned back and looked at David with a questioning stare.
“What d’you mean?” Sebastien asked slowly.
“Dude, you’re fuckin’ stupid,” Pierre joked lightly, having not noticed a thing in Sebastien’s change in demeanor, or the fact that he had been staring at David’s neck as if he was a vampire and David was a succulent young piece of meat.
“Shut up!” Sebastien shot at him, and he leaned around David and smacked Pierre on the back of the head.
Pierre moved to retaliate but stopped at the look David was giving him, a look clearly saying, ‘if you two start fighting and I get hurt, you’re both dead.’ He smiled at David and put his hand back on his hip, before flashing a glare at Sebastien, who smiled in a triumphant manner. David turned back to Sebastien, raising an eyebrow at him. “I mean, when are you gonna do something? Like a show? Or work on your album?” he asked firmly.
“Oh,” Sebastien muttered, looking away over the roof. “I, uh… I actually have a show planned two Saturdays from now…”
David’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped; Pierre could tell just from his sudden body movement that he was about to freak out. Sebastien could see this too, apparently, because he leaned back slightly and stared nervously at David. “YOU WHAT?!” David screamed, bouncing slightly.
“My manager was being a dick… saying if I didn’t start doing stuff again the record company was gonna drop me… so I told him I’d finish the album and do some shows in town,” he grumbled, looking away again. Music was the last thing he wanted to be doing; playing the role of rockstar. Really, all he wanted to do was sleep on the couch and eat ice cream all day while he tried to get over losing the man that he was desperately in love with. When his words were greeted with absolute silence, Sebastien’s brow furrowed and he looked back at the younger boy. He thought that David looked as if he was going to explode. “What?” he asked uncertainly.
And that was all it took for David to explode in excitement. “OH MY GOD! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US?! THIS IS GOING TO BE SOOOO EXCITING! WHERE ARE YOU GONNA BE PLAYING? EEEEE!!!” Both Pierre and Sebastien cringed away from David as he simply began to squeal, bouncing up and down.
Pierre put both hands on David’s shoulders and turned him to face him, staring at him with wide eyes and an incredulous smile. “You are so gay,” he told him, grinning wider at the soft giggle that escaped his boyfriend.
“Seriously, you scream louder than most twelve year old girls I’ve met,” Sebastien told him, his hand ruffling David’s hair.
David scoffed and instantly started fixing his hair, something which made Pierre laugh and shake his head. “So gay…” he muttered; it was obvious how entertained he was by his boyfriend’s antics.
“Well where’s this show?” David asked, ignoring Pierre and turning back to Sebastien quickly. Sebastien opened his mouth to respond but didn’t get a chance before David added, “If it’s in a bar and I can’t go, I’m gonna cut your balls off.”
Sebastien smiled and shook his head slowly. “It’s not in a bar,” he told him. “I made sure it wasn’t in a bar so you could go.”
David’s mouth slowly fell open. “Really?” he asked softly.
“Of course!” Sebastien told him firmly. He glanced at Pierre, noticing that he looked a little unhappy about this information, and quickly added, “Plus, most of my fan base is teenagers.”
“This is so cool!” David said with a nod, and within seconds he was bouncing again.
Pierre, David and Sebastien sat up on that roof for hours, not bothering or being bothered by anyone else. When they thought that Pierre’s family must have left his apartment already, they carefully climbed down; Pierre had insisted on going first so that he could catch David, even though David told him that he had done it on hundreds of occasions in the past. Still, as David hung himself over the edge and slowly lowered himself so that his feet were dangling about five feet above the ground, he felt Pierre’s hands reach up and grab onto his waist and he knew he would be fine to drop. Pierre would never let him fall and he knew it.
There was a certain sense of nervousness walking back to the apartment that all three boys called home, though when they got there they found it deserted, save for Pierre the dog, who seemed to get bigger every time Pierre turned his back. By that point, he would guess that she already weighed fifty pounds, and she stood at just above his knee, which was amazing for a puppy that they guessed to be about four months old. Still, Pierre wasn’t sure if he was glad or not that his parents and uncle had left. Yes, he was, but was his mother angry enough with him to leave for Canada without saying goodbye? And if she wanted to say goodbye, would he even listen?
The answer to that question became apparent the next day when Pierre’s dad showed up for a hug, explaining that Pierre’s mom was in the car and would take his apology any time he was ready to give it. When Pierre chose a few colorful words for the woman, Mr. Bouvier simply smiled and shook his head, before giving Pierre another hug, shaking David’s hand again, and ignoring Sebastien completely. Clearly Pierre’s parents didn’t agree in the slightest about what was best for their son. Still, it was without so much as a word of departure that Pierre and his mother went their separate ways, and Pierre couldn’t say that he was all that upset about it, not if she was going to treat David like he was absolute garbage. She just didn’t understand.
Almost two weeks later found Pierre and David standing in the front row of a crowded room, with a stage in front of them and excited teenage girls all around. The theatre where Sebastien was playing was definitely small; Pierre wondered when the last time his friend had played such a small show was. The vibe was good, though, and as the lights went on and Sebastien walked out onto the stage and picked up his acoustic guitar, the room was filled with enough screaming voices to have come from hundreds more people. Sebastien played a few new songs (as he only had a few finished) and several old, though when he got to one new song in particular, David couldn’t stop himself from leaning toward Pierre and speaking in his ear.
“Did he tell you he wrote this song for Patrick?” David asked slowly.
Pierre listened to the words, a song called Crossed Out that he’d never heard Sebastien play before. The lyrics were sad, yet hopeful at the same time. It was clear this was a song he’d written for Patrick, asking him to be with him. Pierre shook his head and leaned down to David’s ear. “He said he wrote him a song, but never played it for me. When’d he tell you?” There was a bit of an accusatory tone to his voice as he asked this; David knew more about Sebastien’s current personal life than Pierre did? The idea just upset him.
David looked nervously at Pierre for a minute, biting down on his lip ring, before he was leaning up to his ear again. “A few weeks ago, I came out of the room in the middle of the night and… he was crying,” David explained sadly, feeling as if a weight had just been dropped into his stomach at the memory of it. “I asked him what was wrong and he just told me everything. He’s really torn up.”
As David dropped back to his feet, Pierre stared at him uncomfortably. Why hadn’t Sebastien told him any of that? But then he remembered the things he’d said to his mom; they were true. Things weren’t the same between them and they probably wouldn’t ever be. He sighed and looked back up at Sebastien on stage, who looked positively depressed to be playing this song, this song that he’d written for someone as a request for his love, and gotten nothing back but rejection and pain.
“…now I can’t defend what I’m gonna do but no one will find out… I know without a doubt…” Sebastien sang softly, thinking of Patrick and the way he looked, thinking of the way he’d reacted when he’d leaned forward and kissed him; though he hadn’t told Pierre that he’d done so. He looked down at his guitar as he continued to sing, his mind racing with thoughts of his ex-best friend, the man that he was still in love with… the man who was standing in the back of the theatre, leaning against the wall and watching Sebastien play and sing with a sad, nervous look on his features.
Patrick crossed his arms over his chest as he watched Sebastien play, feeling nervous butterflies floating around restlessly inside his stomach. As the song ended, he clapped with the rest of the crowd, though his plaudits were much more subdued than the rest, and before the next song even started he was walking out the door, determined not to be seen by Sebastien, or anyone else that would let the other man know he was there. He was going to approach Sebastien, yes; he’d already found out the man’s address from his manager, but was he ready to do it just yet? Not in the slightest. And so he left, unaware of Pierre’s presence in the room, much less in Sebastien’s life; unaware of the teenage boy that Sebastien had grown very fond of who would pee his pants if Patrick walked into his life. Patrick was unaware of anything except for what he was feeling:
He was in love with Sebastien and would stop at nothing to prove it to him, no matter how long it took him to work up the courage to say so. For Sebastien’s sake, he had to try.