From The Counter
Title: From The Counter
Author: Viv
Genre: light angst, light fluff
Rating: PG
Fandom: Simple Plan [music - band]
Pairing: Patrick/David
Disclaimer: Shit! I forgot to feed them! *runs off*
Summary: You’re left to stare after him from the merch counter as he trudges off and forgets about you. [standalone-ficlet]
There’s something about the way he breathes into your ear that turns you on.
It’s nothing intentional really; he was just whispering something about sushi, after concert and bunks but you can’t remember in what order and you have already forgotten half of what he just said and tuned out the rest of it.
You eyes fall shut for a quarter of a second and when you open them, he’s already on the other side of the counter, laughing and lightly punching a blue-eyed guitarist on the shoulder who unsucessfully pouts back at him.
You feel a small pang to your heart, a feeling too quick and short for you to recognize. Your throat is dry so you grab the already bottle of water beside you and chug down half of it in a few swallows before putting it down and finding a girl standing at the counter and facing you.
Blinking a few times, you finally flash her a grin as you twist the cap back on the bottle. You have to refrain from rolling your eyes when she starts giggling and suddenly you notice two other girls hiding behind her. You try not to make a face and pay no attention to them, instead diverting your gaze to him and Sebastien walking away.
An unexplained surge of disappointment, and maybe what you refuse to admit might be jealousy, runs through you and you try not to frown even if your smirk quickly slips off your lips and you’re left to stare after him from the merch counter as he trudges off and forgets about you.
And suddenly you see his head slowly turn around.
The corner of his eyes are crinkled in laughter, his brown orbs flickering of green and framed by long dark lashes. A wide smile graces his lips as he gives Seb a light shove before looking at you.
He brushes a few strands of dark hair away from his face, tucking them behind his ear before dropping his hand back down into the pocket of his hoodie. When his eyes meet yours, he winks and the bright smile on his face softens, steadily holding your gaze with his, almost as if he was trying to tell you a small secret.
Maybe he is.
And then the moment is broken as Sebastien finally retaliates and pushes him, sending him stumbling forward as they go through the doors inside the concert venue.
It was only a split second, not even, but you know now what it all means. Those littles signs whenever he was around, when he was looking over your shoulder and you’d feel his warm breath on the back of your neck and you’d shiver.
The butterflies in your stomach, the sweating of your palms, the trembling in your hands, the -
The flutters in your heart.
Yes.
You are in love.
You are in love with David.
---
March 21, 2005
Author: Viv
Genre: light angst, light fluff
Rating: PG
Fandom: Simple Plan [music - band]
Pairing: Patrick/David
Disclaimer: Shit! I forgot to feed them! *runs off*
Summary: You’re left to stare after him from the merch counter as he trudges off and forgets about you. [standalone-ficlet]
There’s something about the way he breathes into your ear that turns you on.
It’s nothing intentional really; he was just whispering something about sushi, after concert and bunks but you can’t remember in what order and you have already forgotten half of what he just said and tuned out the rest of it.
You eyes fall shut for a quarter of a second and when you open them, he’s already on the other side of the counter, laughing and lightly punching a blue-eyed guitarist on the shoulder who unsucessfully pouts back at him.
You feel a small pang to your heart, a feeling too quick and short for you to recognize. Your throat is dry so you grab the already bottle of water beside you and chug down half of it in a few swallows before putting it down and finding a girl standing at the counter and facing you.
Blinking a few times, you finally flash her a grin as you twist the cap back on the bottle. You have to refrain from rolling your eyes when she starts giggling and suddenly you notice two other girls hiding behind her. You try not to make a face and pay no attention to them, instead diverting your gaze to him and Sebastien walking away.
An unexplained surge of disappointment, and maybe what you refuse to admit might be jealousy, runs through you and you try not to frown even if your smirk quickly slips off your lips and you’re left to stare after him from the merch counter as he trudges off and forgets about you.
And suddenly you see his head slowly turn around.
The corner of his eyes are crinkled in laughter, his brown orbs flickering of green and framed by long dark lashes. A wide smile graces his lips as he gives Seb a light shove before looking at you.
He brushes a few strands of dark hair away from his face, tucking them behind his ear before dropping his hand back down into the pocket of his hoodie. When his eyes meet yours, he winks and the bright smile on his face softens, steadily holding your gaze with his, almost as if he was trying to tell you a small secret.
Maybe he is.
And then the moment is broken as Sebastien finally retaliates and pushes him, sending him stumbling forward as they go through the doors inside the concert venue.
It was only a split second, not even, but you know now what it all means. Those littles signs whenever he was around, when he was looking over your shoulder and you’d feel his warm breath on the back of your neck and you’d shiver.
The butterflies in your stomach, the sweating of your palms, the trembling in your hands, the -
The flutters in your heart.
Yes.
You are in love.
You are in love with David.
---
March 21, 2005