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Title: His Boy
Author: Jesse blind_by_fear
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Summary: Pierre's reflecting all his inner turmoil at a glance, in one moment of time, when that Special Someone finally gets down on one knee.
Fandom: Good Charlotte/Simple Plan
Pairing:Pierre/Joel(hints), Joel/Benji(hints), Pierre/in the end you'll see
Notes: AU fic, it's a standalone guys, I won't write anything to go with it.
Looking back now, I realize that it was all fluke. He and I met when we were on our first Warped Tour. Sure, we’d probably seen each other and waved before that, but this was… different. The first night, I woke up sweating and shaken up. I had climbed out of the bus to find him the same way, sitting outside his.
Yeah, I’d done probably twice the amount of shows he had, but it seemed… well… different, this time around. To tell the truth, I walked over and initiated conversation. We talked that night like any other two guys at midnight, awoken by restless sleep.
The next day on stage, he introduced us, and we had a great show. That night we had a small party, Good Charlotte, Mest, and us, and one other band I’m not remembering off hand… Joel walked over when he saw Jeremiah from Mest, asking me questions. The first words spilt from Joel’s lips were: “You questioning my boy, Jere?” Jere just smirked and moved over, clearing the way for Joel. From that night on, we just seemed like a pair. Duo. Set. Whatever. I would have done just about anything for him, and I thought him for me. But I guess it just didn’t happen that way in his mind.
See, a year and four months after, we toured with Papa Roach. When that tour ended we went with New Found Glory. It was through them, his guts were spilt.
* * *
“Hey, did you hear from Joel today, Pierre? I heard you two always have tabs.”
Hmmm…as I remember, no I hadn’t.
“No, I don’t think so, why?” The next part was mumbled.
“Geez, can’t even take a time out from fucking Benj, can he?” Then he spoke louder.
“Well, okay, can I use your cell to call him?” I allowed him that, but was rather confused by the first statement. Eh, I’ll figure it out later.
We returned to the buses, got on, then I sighed, tired of the days without Joel calling, resting my head in David’s lap. He didn’t question, actually, didn’t really notice. He sub-consciously combed his fingers through my hair. The basic comfort sent me over the edge that night. I cuddled into him and fell asleep, inhaling his cologne-clad aroma.
From then on I kept getting hints from the guys that he wasn’t… hovering?... over me anymore, he had someone else. And it was Benji. But every night, I fell asleep, cuddled next to Dave, the one I could count on.
* * *
The next Warped Tour, I knew there was something going on. I knew. The second day, that’s when I truly believed: I saw Benji first, I was going to ask him where Joel was, but then I saw: Attached to his hand, flaunting him off as I had done before. My eyes took haste as I basically stumbled, struggling to get to David. But he was busy with a crowd of girls… go figure. He must have a sixth sense though, because his eyes snapped over to me, nearly in tears and shaking. He sprinted the remaining distance, grabbed me, and toted me back to the bus.
He cared. He was the only one too. No one else ever bothered with me. Ever.
That was the day we promised our hearts to each other.
* * *
It had only been two days before people noticed me and Dave together. At one point he and I were heavily making out, and in came the others. We laugh about that little adventure to ourselves now, but it was while we were both gone far enough for shirtless, and working on our belts that Joel came in. He saw me first, I think that’s why he said what he did. Also, because Dave had me pinned to the wall, too.
“Get off my boy, sick fuck!” We both looked up, breaking the kiss. When I heard the last words, there was no stopping the heated words from echoing through the room. I let fly, anger coursing through my veins. Pounding to and from my heart, a steady rhythem.
“At least we’re not sick fucks fucking our own twin brother!”
It must have left a mark though, because he couldn’t find words to throw back, pelting from the room, making Dave and I abort the mission of alone time, by him calming me again.
That was the first time I realized Joel and I would never work, but Dave wasn’t just “rebound guy”. He was the love of my life, in all situations.
* * *
For months after, Joel and I would exchange a few common sentences, but that was all. Then, Benji and Dave sat down together, trying to work things out. Joel and I needed to be friends again. Otherwise we would never fully get along on the road. They pushed at us until we buckled, finally getting together for lunch. We talked, like any other two guys who hadn’t spoken to each other in a while. We went home, proceeding with Dave and myself getting hot and heavy, until the phone rang. It was Benji checking in with Dave on how everything was going. Everything was fine, so far.
* * *
Two years, I’ve waited, until this moment, where Dave, once again, gets to be the mature one and get down on one knee; on stage, with his bass in hand, and a box in the other. A simple “I love you” pours from his lips. Then, he asks. “Will you marry me, Pierre Bouvier?” I stand, stunned before the uneasy crowd, and gentle smiles of friends. Do I say yes to the one man always being there, loving me? The one I love so deeply in return? Do I find Joel sitting discarding tissues because I’m “his boy”? I guess he gets nothing more from “his boy” then, because my natural answer accepts the gift of his generous love, and returning it with all my heart.
Joel and I wouldn’t work, I found someone who would never stray, would wait for me, and who I would wait for.
Author: Jesse blind_by_fear
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Summary: Pierre's reflecting all his inner turmoil at a glance, in one moment of time, when that Special Someone finally gets down on one knee.
Fandom: Good Charlotte/Simple Plan
Pairing:Pierre/Joel(hints), Joel/Benji(hints), Pierre/in the end you'll see
Notes: AU fic, it's a standalone guys, I won't write anything to go with it.
Looking back now, I realize that it was all fluke. He and I met when we were on our first Warped Tour. Sure, we’d probably seen each other and waved before that, but this was… different. The first night, I woke up sweating and shaken up. I had climbed out of the bus to find him the same way, sitting outside his.
Yeah, I’d done probably twice the amount of shows he had, but it seemed… well… different, this time around. To tell the truth, I walked over and initiated conversation. We talked that night like any other two guys at midnight, awoken by restless sleep.
The next day on stage, he introduced us, and we had a great show. That night we had a small party, Good Charlotte, Mest, and us, and one other band I’m not remembering off hand… Joel walked over when he saw Jeremiah from Mest, asking me questions. The first words spilt from Joel’s lips were: “You questioning my boy, Jere?” Jere just smirked and moved over, clearing the way for Joel. From that night on, we just seemed like a pair. Duo. Set. Whatever. I would have done just about anything for him, and I thought him for me. But I guess it just didn’t happen that way in his mind.
See, a year and four months after, we toured with Papa Roach. When that tour ended we went with New Found Glory. It was through them, his guts were spilt.
* * *
“Hey, did you hear from Joel today, Pierre? I heard you two always have tabs.”
Hmmm…as I remember, no I hadn’t.
“No, I don’t think so, why?” The next part was mumbled.
“Geez, can’t even take a time out from fucking Benj, can he?” Then he spoke louder.
“Well, okay, can I use your cell to call him?” I allowed him that, but was rather confused by the first statement. Eh, I’ll figure it out later.
We returned to the buses, got on, then I sighed, tired of the days without Joel calling, resting my head in David’s lap. He didn’t question, actually, didn’t really notice. He sub-consciously combed his fingers through my hair. The basic comfort sent me over the edge that night. I cuddled into him and fell asleep, inhaling his cologne-clad aroma.
From then on I kept getting hints from the guys that he wasn’t… hovering?... over me anymore, he had someone else. And it was Benji. But every night, I fell asleep, cuddled next to Dave, the one I could count on.
* * *
The next Warped Tour, I knew there was something going on. I knew. The second day, that’s when I truly believed: I saw Benji first, I was going to ask him where Joel was, but then I saw: Attached to his hand, flaunting him off as I had done before. My eyes took haste as I basically stumbled, struggling to get to David. But he was busy with a crowd of girls… go figure. He must have a sixth sense though, because his eyes snapped over to me, nearly in tears and shaking. He sprinted the remaining distance, grabbed me, and toted me back to the bus.
He cared. He was the only one too. No one else ever bothered with me. Ever.
That was the day we promised our hearts to each other.
* * *
It had only been two days before people noticed me and Dave together. At one point he and I were heavily making out, and in came the others. We laugh about that little adventure to ourselves now, but it was while we were both gone far enough for shirtless, and working on our belts that Joel came in. He saw me first, I think that’s why he said what he did. Also, because Dave had me pinned to the wall, too.
“Get off my boy, sick fuck!” We both looked up, breaking the kiss. When I heard the last words, there was no stopping the heated words from echoing through the room. I let fly, anger coursing through my veins. Pounding to and from my heart, a steady rhythem.
“At least we’re not sick fucks fucking our own twin brother!”
It must have left a mark though, because he couldn’t find words to throw back, pelting from the room, making Dave and I abort the mission of alone time, by him calming me again.
That was the first time I realized Joel and I would never work, but Dave wasn’t just “rebound guy”. He was the love of my life, in all situations.
* * *
For months after, Joel and I would exchange a few common sentences, but that was all. Then, Benji and Dave sat down together, trying to work things out. Joel and I needed to be friends again. Otherwise we would never fully get along on the road. They pushed at us until we buckled, finally getting together for lunch. We talked, like any other two guys who hadn’t spoken to each other in a while. We went home, proceeding with Dave and myself getting hot and heavy, until the phone rang. It was Benji checking in with Dave on how everything was going. Everything was fine, so far.
* * *
Two years, I’ve waited, until this moment, where Dave, once again, gets to be the mature one and get down on one knee; on stage, with his bass in hand, and a box in the other. A simple “I love you” pours from his lips. Then, he asks. “Will you marry me, Pierre Bouvier?” I stand, stunned before the uneasy crowd, and gentle smiles of friends. Do I say yes to the one man always being there, loving me? The one I love so deeply in return? Do I find Joel sitting discarding tissues because I’m “his boy”? I guess he gets nothing more from “his boy” then, because my natural answer accepts the gift of his generous love, and returning it with all my heart.
Joel and I wouldn’t work, I found someone who would never stray, would wait for me, and who I would wait for.