Word Count: 2684
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: Okay, I really feel like I need to give a huge, ten hour explanation as to where I've been and why I haven't been updating, and I'm going to give one, I promise. Just know that I love you guys and this story will never die and I will never stop writing... I've just been dealing with a lot of stuff right now, and a few of you know what's been going on. I'm truly sorry that it's taken this long, and that this chapter is so much shorter than they normally are, but this chapter had a very specific purpose and it's seen that purpose, and there wasn't really anything more I could add to it! I hope it's okay, and there's something I should be putting up soon, along with a little video that I plan on making with an explanation and a cute smile, so hopefully you guys can't resist the blue eyes and the pink hair. <3 I love you guys a lot, you're all so amazing, and I'm really sorry.
“Hold up, where do you think you’re going?”
David halted at the front door of their apartment, his hand on the handle, and closed his eyes in irritation. He'd tried to be sneaky! With a sigh, he turned back around and faced Sebastien, who was staring at him with his arms folded over his chest and a look on his face that clearly said he wasn't amused with David's antics. Patrick was next to him, looking slightly apprehensive. “Umm... grocery shopping?” David tried lamely, though he knew that the excuse wouldn't work before he'd even gotten it out.
“You're gonna go try to find Pierre,” Sebastien said blankly.
“He's been gone for four hours,” David said nervously, his hazel eyes wide and sad, but Sebastien merely shook his head. “Come on! I have to go find him!”
“David, he hit you!” Sebastien pointed out, turning to face Patrick for support, who nodded along, though he had the air of someone who was just trying to make his boyfriend happy. The way he saw it was that yeah, what Pierre did was wrong, but it wasn't so wrong that the three should ban him from their presence for the rest of eternity! Everyone deserved a second chance. And so, while he wouldn't argue against Sebastien, he wouldn't throw in his opinion, either.
“He hit you last night, even gave you a black eye, and you were still coming over to see him,” David retorted quickly.
“How?” David asked pointedly, now crossing his arms to match Sebastien's stance.
“Pathetic? Helpless?” David guessed angrily.
“No! But you're a lot smaller than him... and besides, you don't hit the person you're with!” Sebastien said, getting rather flustered at David's argument. He never thought he would be defending the fact that what Pierre did was wrong. Shouldn't it have just been common sense? Shouldn't David have been the first one to abuse Pierre for the fact that he'd hit him? But Sebastien could see the resistance in David's eyes. He could see David's anger boiling up, his only defense against Sebastien's words because even though he knew Sebastien was right, he wanted Pierre like he'd never wanted anything before in his life. No, scratch wanted. He needed Pierre.
“It was an accident,” David said stubbornly, his glare fierce.
“Oh, he accidentally brought the back of his hand across your face, did he?” Sebastien replied with a raised eyebrow.
“You have no idea what I'd just told him,” David muttered darkly.
“I'm gonna take a stab and guess that you cheated on him?” Sebastien asked bluntly.
David's glare intensified, and after a few seconds he was storming past, making sure to bump into Sebastien on purpose. He walked into the bedroom and slammed the door shut, feeling an anger so strong bubbling inside of him that he wanted nothing more than to scream. He was angry for a lot of reasons, but none of them were because of anything Pierre had done. Sure, initially the slap had scared the hell out of him, but really was he afraid of Pierre? No. Did he honestly think that Pierre would ever intentionally hurt him? No. Did he know that Pierre felt terrible for what he'd done? Absolutely. And now all he wanted was to find him and beg for Pierre's forgiveness, because what was one delivered slap compared to having sex with an ex-boyfriend on the hood of said ex-boyfriend's car and then lying about it for three months? It was nothing in comparison.
He walked over to the bedroom window and looked out of it, sighing as he leaned against the frame and stared at what it was he wanted: freedom. He wanted to be outside, searching for Pierre. He wanted to call Pierre until he answered (though Sebastien had taken his cell phone away the moment he'd first tried to call his boyfriend). It was frustrating being so close to being outside and not actually being able to go. All that was separating him from the ground was a thin piece of glass and a tree right outside the window, that's how close he was.
David's head tilted to the side and his brow furrowed as he had an idea. He glanced back at the bedroom door as he thought, wondering if he could really pull off what he wanted to try. Quickly and quietly he moved to the door and locked it, being as silent as possible to avoid the obvious sound the click would make, before heading back to the window and very slowly and carefully pushing it open. Once the window was open entirely, he stopped and waited, listening hard for the sound of movement, maybe Sebastien or Patrick realizing that he was up to something. But after a few seconds of continued silence, he turned back to the now open window and gazed out of it, an intense smile on his lips.
He climbed onto the window sill and sat with his legs hanging and his torso sticking out, his hands gripping tightly at the wood. The last thing he needed was to fall from two stories up, but he knew he wouldn't die if he fell; he'd get good and hurt, but he wouldn't die, and that was what mattered. There was a branch hanging close enough to the window that if he stretched a hand out he could barely grasp onto the end. He knew it would take a leap to make it to a strong enough part of the branch to hold him, but desperate times called for desperate measures. If he fell and hurt himself, at least then Pierre would know that he'd done it for the sake of possibly salvaging their relationship. So, after one last look back in the bedroom that was hopefully still theirs, David jumped.
Pierre couldn't believe what he'd done. He couldn't believe that he'd physically hurt David, the one person he loved more than anyone else in the world. He always swore that he would never lay a hand to the younger boy, that he would always do his best to protect him, and now he was no better than the boy's psycho-ex or abusive father. Okay, so maybe it wasn't fair for Pierre to put that kind of blame on himself, but all he could think of was what a horrible person he was for what he'd done. The back of his hand didn't sting nearly as badly as his chest did, and his cheeks were hardly any better; Pierre didn't think he'd ever cried so much in his life.
When he first walked out of the apartment earlier that day, he had no idea where he was going to go. Where could he go? He didn't want to show up at Martin's house looking like hell, especially because then his uncle would ask question after question until the whole messy affair was out in the open, and that was the last thing that Pierre wanted. He didn't want things to be over with David, and if his mother ever found out that David had cheated on him? He would never hear the end of it.
Really, Pierre couldn't believe that David had cheated on him and that he still wanted the boy to be in his life. He was hurt, yes, more so than he'd ever been hurt before. Getting rejected by and losing Sebastien felt like being tickled when he compared it to what he was feeling in that moment. The fact that David had cheated on him, and then lied to him for so long about it, absolutely killed him. Why hadn't he alone been good enough? Was it simply the idea of never seeing Troy again that had drawn David into Troy's arms, or was he simply too in love with him to say goodbye? No matter what the circumstances were, nothing would ever excuse the fact that he'd hit David. Nothing.
Pierre closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the trunk of the tree that he was sitting under, allowing his mind to wander to David and what he was doing. After walking around for about a half hour, unable to stop his tears and ignoring the looks that random passerby were giving him, he'd ended up back at his apartment, sitting behind the tree right outside his own bedroom window. It felt strange to be so close to David and yet so far away; all he wanted was to rush inside, grab onto David and beg him for his forgiveness. Forget the fact that David had cheated on him. All he wanted was David back in his arms, safe and warm, where he should have been.
When Pierre heard a soft grunt and the rustle of leaves, his eyebrows pulled together and he leaned far around the tree in an attempt to see what was causing all of the noise. Then he saw David's body swinging in the air as he held onto the tree branch with only one hand. Pierre was too shocked to move initially, though when David flung himself forward, trying to grab onto the branch with the other hand, he was up and moving as fast as he could underneath him. David gave a soft squeak and his eyes widened when his hands slipped from the branch; he knew he was going to fall mere seconds before it actually happened.
A loud scream escaped David as he felt himself plummet, loud enough that he didn't hear Pierre's frightened yell of, “David!” Pierre didn't have time to think about it before he held out his arms to catch David, though when David landed on him from above, he collapsed and the two hit the ground, both in states of stupor.
“Oh shit...” David groaned weakly, rolling onto his stomach and laying there for a moment, before he pushed himself onto his hands and knees and looked over at Pierre, who was staring up at the blue sky, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open and his chest rising and falling heavily. He turned to look at David, who stared back at him, clearly shocked. Slowly a smile cracked on David's lips, met by one on Pierre's, and the two merely smiled at each other for several long seconds before simultaneously and without warning bursting into laughter. The idea that any of that had just happened was simply too ridiculous to keep in, and though they were both weighed down with their own personal feelings of guilt, in that moment things felt okay.
Though eventually the laughter died and the two were left staring at each other, both wanting to speak, though neither knowing what to say. Chocolate eyes stared into hazel, searching for the tiniest glimmer of what they were supposed to do next, and where they were supposed to go together. Pierre stood and offered his hand down to David, something which David took immediately. It amazed him that even after seven months of being together, touching Pierre's hand now felt like the first time all over again. His stomach fluttered feebly as he pulled himself to a stand, though the feeling erupted when he continued to stand in Pierre's shadow, holding onto his hand, staring up at him with watery eyes. And though there were no tears in Pierre's eyes, it was easy to see how much he was hurting. The idea that this might very well be the end felt deadly in their hearts.
“Come sit with me,” Pierre said softly, such an amazing contrast to the harsh tones he'd used just hours previously toward his younger boyfriend... if that was what David still was to him. David gave a nod and together they moved to the other side of the tree, sitting down where Pierre had been sitting just moments before. For the first several minutes, the two sat in silence, David looking down at his lap with his hands folded in front of him, while Pierre was staring at the grass and nervously pulling out small chunks of it between his index finger and thumb.
“Are we gonna talk...?” David asked nervously, not lifting his eyes from his hands.
Pierre nodded, but was scared to continue. He was scared of where this conversation would lead them. “What are we supposed to do now?” Pierre asked weakly, for once not feeling like the older of the two. For one of the first times in their relationship, Pierre felt equal to David, like he was an eighteen year old boy too.
David shrugged in response and looked further down. “Isn't this when normal people break up?” he asked, his voice deathly quiet.
Pierre swallowed hard and had to struggle against his tears. “I-I guess so...” he said, his voice cracking as he spoke.
The two sat quietly after that, both thinking hard about what had happened, all the wrongs they'd committed against the other, and both absolutely dreading what they knew they should do. Then without warning, David looked up, his eyes blazing. “I don't want to,” he said firmly, causing Pierre to look up at him with confusion splashed across his features. David moved closer so that his knees were pressed against Pierre's and grabbed onto his face, staring him hard in the eyes. “No matter what happened... I don't want this to be the end,” he said strongly. Suddenly Pierre was the eighteen year old boy and David was the twenty-two year old man. Pierre's hand reached up to cover David's on his face and he stared at him sadly. David's features saddened and the tears that had been threatening to leak for some time now finally gave way. “I'm so sorry about Troy,” David told him weakly.
Pierre moved his hand to wipe away David's tears; God, David loved it when he did that. “You should have told me from the beginning...” Pierre replied gently.
“I know... It shouldn't have fucking happened...” David breathed. “But it did... and I should have been adult enough to tell you the truth.”
Pierre nodded in agreement, though to David's horror, tears began to flow down his cheeks and he held more desperately to David. “I'm so sorry I hit you,” Pierre whispered. “I-I... I can't believe I...” he shook his head and looked down, his eyes squeezing shut as more tears fell from them.
David's smaller hands held tightly to Pierre's face, pulling him back up, though Pierre resisted. He hated that he was crying in front of David but he just couldn't help it any longer. There was nothing he'd ever regretted like he regretted hitting David. David's thumbs wiped across Pierre's cheeks, drying his tears the way Pierre had done for him so many times in the past. “Pierre... can we just...” David trailed off nervously, drawing Pierre's full attention again. The two stared at each other, a strange energy of sadness and desperation flowing between them.
“Can we?” Pierre asked weakly. David hesitated for a few long seconds before he was nodding, crying more desperately now. Pierre grabbed onto David's waist and pulled him forward, burying his face in David's chest as he held him against his body. David's arms wrapped around Pierre's head and he leaned his face down, placing soft kiss after soft kiss on his boyfriend's shaggy brown hair. And though neither of them had actually spoken aloud what they'd just agreed to, they both knew exactly what had just been communicated between them. Their relationship was far from over, though both would be proceeding with caution from that point on. As he nuzzled his face against David's chest, unable to keep himself from crying, Pierre knew that he'd never loved David more than right then, and though he had no idea of this, in that same moment, David was thinking the very same thing about him.