Think About You
Title: Think About You
Author: Viv
Genre: humor, smutt, fluff.
Rating: G
Fandom: Simple Plan [music - band]
Pairing: David/?
Disclaimer: *shakes head* of course they're mine, like, DUH!
Summary: In all honesty, you think - you know he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen when you peer into the seemingly empty ugly looking car. [set during shooting of DWTAY - standalone]
In all honesty, you think - you know he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen when you peer into the seemingly empty ugly looking car. From far it looked empty, but when you walk closer, you spot a head of dark hair slightly tilted to the side. And when you lean down and look in through the window of the front passenger’s seat, you realize it’s your best friend, in the driver’s seat, with his arms crossed over his chest, sleeping.
You can hear his light breathing pattern and smile at his current obliviousness to the world. No wonder you thought the car was empty. No wonder no one had been able to find him in the last ten minutes. He was sleeping in the car itself, which would be used in the few minutes when shooting would restart as soon as someone would find him.
Looks like he is the one early for once while everyone else was panicking over the fact that he might have been kidnapped by some overzealous groupie. How can anyone find him when he’s actually being quiet for once? Well, sure, he was asleep, that explains it.
There’s an air of unforced innocence around him that you don’t see often when he’s awake. When he has both eyes open, he’s either grumpy or very, very, very, very bouncy but either way, no one can miss him with the mouth he has since everyone can hear him from a mile away.
In fact, your best friend is probably the poster child of “KEEP-YOUR-CHILDREN-AWAY-FROM-BAD-SUGAR-AND-CAFEINE-OR-THEY’LL-TURN-OUT-LIKE-HIM!” campaigns.
A giggle escapes your lips and you quickly turn your head and glance, hoping no one in the crew just heard that… you’d seem really strange standing in front of the car, staring inside and giggling by yourself since they do not know that the object of their distress is actually sitting in there right now.
Sitting there in a peaceful slumber and a small smile gracing his pouty lips. You’re actually surprised he’s not skipping around right now, or at least strolling here and there, a lazy grin plastered on his face.
Well, he probably would have been doing that had it been a few years back.
You think back and realize that it was probably bound for him to change this much. Of course, you and all your band mates have changed over the few years but it was more noticeable with him and you.
Maybe it is because he was so close in age to you. As a result, although he was the last one to join the band and barely knew you and the rest of the guys whereas you guys had known each others one way or another for a while now, the two of you bonded very quickly and became best friends in the span of barely months even if you seemed like the exact opposite of one another. You were shy and quiet while he was outspoken and loud. Though, you were both very goofy and shared a lot of stupid moments together.
And so over the years that followed, because you spent so much time together, he kind off became quieter and acquired much more tact and also sarcasm from you while a bit of his ability to ramble on endlessly and his perkiness seeped into you. At the same time you both became more sober, sharper and more thoughtful and your wits suddenly appeared and developed quickly from constant exposure to each other which usually led to teasings and mockings.
Back to the present, a few years down, and here you are, quietly opening and then closing the back seat door as you slide in until you’re resting comfortably in the middle. You slowly lean forward, your hands swiftly covering his eyes even if they’re not even open. You approach your mouth to his right ear and whisper into it.
“Hey, réveille-toi, belle au bois dormant.” [Hey, wake up, sleeping beauty.]
Suddenly he jerks but then relax as he recognize the texture of the warm skin of your hands on his face and he smiles and lazily unfolds his arms, reaches up, grabs your hand, pries them off his hazel eyes and squeezes them softly before turning his head around to look at you, his gaze straight into yours.
You can feel his breath on your mouth and then he leans over and catches your lips with his and you try to hold down the giggles that are trying to escape. You feel all giddy and warm and bouncy as you wrap your arm around his shoulders while he strokes your hands with his thumbs
He suddenly pulls back and you whimper in protest but he chuckles and turns around in his seat, and you suddenly that his position must had been uncomfortable while he is grinning widely, his eyes twinkling as he grabs the front of your t-shirt and pulls you forwards slightly. He ruffles your hair before catching one of your hands again and intertwines your fingers together before softly kissing you again.
“Tout le monde te cherchait.” [Everyone was looking for you.]
“Mmm, really now?”
“Oui, David.” [Yes, David.]
“Pourquoi? J’ai fait quelque chose?” [Why? I did something?]
Instead of answering, you press your mouth against his briefly before you suddenly hear loud voices approaching and you quickly separate as in repositions himself in the driver’s seat and you lean back but not before saying “No. Love you.”
He’s grinning, mouthing the words back to you, as he’s nodding his head to some song he’s playing in his mind and happily tapping on the stirring wheel when suddenly all the doors of the car, save the one where you boyfriend was sitting, open and you see the rest of the guys moving in. You can’t help but curse them for involuntarily ruining your little time together, but then again, they don’t know about you two so you couldn’t really blame them.
Chuck looks back and forth between both of you while Pierre plops down at your right. You suddenly feel a warm body to you left and deduce it to be Jeff’s as he pats your shoulder in greeting.
When the director appears and the entire crew realizes that David had been sleeping in the car the entire tie, relief and amusement washes over them. Shooting then restarts and right before the director screams “Aaaaaand action!” you notice him glancing at you in the interior rearview mirror. He catches your eyes and winks before turning back his attention before him and his hands gripping the steering wheel of the car.
“AAAAAAAAAAAND ACTION!”
And you also noticed that his driving skills are still as dreadful as they always have been. But really, it’s one of those quirks of his personality that you’ve grown so fond of and without them, David wouldn’t be David.
Just like you wouldn’t be Sébastien without David and David wouldn’t be David without you, Sébastien.
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April 18, 2004 (12:35 AM)
Author: Viv
Genre: humor, smutt, fluff.
Rating: G
Fandom: Simple Plan [music - band]
Pairing: David/?
Disclaimer: *shakes head* of course they're mine, like, DUH!
Summary: In all honesty, you think - you know he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen when you peer into the seemingly empty ugly looking car. [set during shooting of DWTAY - standalone]
In all honesty, you think - you know he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen when you peer into the seemingly empty ugly looking car. From far it looked empty, but when you walk closer, you spot a head of dark hair slightly tilted to the side. And when you lean down and look in through the window of the front passenger’s seat, you realize it’s your best friend, in the driver’s seat, with his arms crossed over his chest, sleeping.
You can hear his light breathing pattern and smile at his current obliviousness to the world. No wonder you thought the car was empty. No wonder no one had been able to find him in the last ten minutes. He was sleeping in the car itself, which would be used in the few minutes when shooting would restart as soon as someone would find him.
Looks like he is the one early for once while everyone else was panicking over the fact that he might have been kidnapped by some overzealous groupie. How can anyone find him when he’s actually being quiet for once? Well, sure, he was asleep, that explains it.
There’s an air of unforced innocence around him that you don’t see often when he’s awake. When he has both eyes open, he’s either grumpy or very, very, very, very bouncy but either way, no one can miss him with the mouth he has since everyone can hear him from a mile away.
In fact, your best friend is probably the poster child of “KEEP-YOUR-CHILDREN-AWAY-FROM-BAD-SUGAR-AND-CAFEINE-OR-THEY’LL-TURN-OUT-LIKE-HIM!” campaigns.
A giggle escapes your lips and you quickly turn your head and glance, hoping no one in the crew just heard that… you’d seem really strange standing in front of the car, staring inside and giggling by yourself since they do not know that the object of their distress is actually sitting in there right now.
Sitting there in a peaceful slumber and a small smile gracing his pouty lips. You’re actually surprised he’s not skipping around right now, or at least strolling here and there, a lazy grin plastered on his face.
Well, he probably would have been doing that had it been a few years back.
You think back and realize that it was probably bound for him to change this much. Of course, you and all your band mates have changed over the few years but it was more noticeable with him and you.
Maybe it is because he was so close in age to you. As a result, although he was the last one to join the band and barely knew you and the rest of the guys whereas you guys had known each others one way or another for a while now, the two of you bonded very quickly and became best friends in the span of barely months even if you seemed like the exact opposite of one another. You were shy and quiet while he was outspoken and loud. Though, you were both very goofy and shared a lot of stupid moments together.
And so over the years that followed, because you spent so much time together, he kind off became quieter and acquired much more tact and also sarcasm from you while a bit of his ability to ramble on endlessly and his perkiness seeped into you. At the same time you both became more sober, sharper and more thoughtful and your wits suddenly appeared and developed quickly from constant exposure to each other which usually led to teasings and mockings.
Back to the present, a few years down, and here you are, quietly opening and then closing the back seat door as you slide in until you’re resting comfortably in the middle. You slowly lean forward, your hands swiftly covering his eyes even if they’re not even open. You approach your mouth to his right ear and whisper into it.
“Hey, réveille-toi, belle au bois dormant.” [Hey, wake up, sleeping beauty.]
Suddenly he jerks but then relax as he recognize the texture of the warm skin of your hands on his face and he smiles and lazily unfolds his arms, reaches up, grabs your hand, pries them off his hazel eyes and squeezes them softly before turning his head around to look at you, his gaze straight into yours.
You can feel his breath on your mouth and then he leans over and catches your lips with his and you try to hold down the giggles that are trying to escape. You feel all giddy and warm and bouncy as you wrap your arm around his shoulders while he strokes your hands with his thumbs
He suddenly pulls back and you whimper in protest but he chuckles and turns around in his seat, and you suddenly that his position must had been uncomfortable while he is grinning widely, his eyes twinkling as he grabs the front of your t-shirt and pulls you forwards slightly. He ruffles your hair before catching one of your hands again and intertwines your fingers together before softly kissing you again.
“Tout le monde te cherchait.” [Everyone was looking for you.]
“Mmm, really now?”
“Oui, David.” [Yes, David.]
“Pourquoi? J’ai fait quelque chose?” [Why? I did something?]
Instead of answering, you press your mouth against his briefly before you suddenly hear loud voices approaching and you quickly separate as in repositions himself in the driver’s seat and you lean back but not before saying “No. Love you.”
He’s grinning, mouthing the words back to you, as he’s nodding his head to some song he’s playing in his mind and happily tapping on the stirring wheel when suddenly all the doors of the car, save the one where you boyfriend was sitting, open and you see the rest of the guys moving in. You can’t help but curse them for involuntarily ruining your little time together, but then again, they don’t know about you two so you couldn’t really blame them.
Chuck looks back and forth between both of you while Pierre plops down at your right. You suddenly feel a warm body to you left and deduce it to be Jeff’s as he pats your shoulder in greeting.
When the director appears and the entire crew realizes that David had been sleeping in the car the entire tie, relief and amusement washes over them. Shooting then restarts and right before the director screams “Aaaaaand action!” you notice him glancing at you in the interior rearview mirror. He catches your eyes and winks before turning back his attention before him and his hands gripping the steering wheel of the car.
“AAAAAAAAAAAND ACTION!”
And you also noticed that his driving skills are still as dreadful as they always have been. But really, it’s one of those quirks of his personality that you’ve grown so fond of and without them, David wouldn’t be David.
Just like you wouldn’t be Sébastien without David and David wouldn’t be David without you, Sébastien.
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April 18, 2004 (12:35 AM)