Ch. 2
Title Change my mind
Author give_sum_love
Chapters 2/??
Pairing Pierre/David
Rating Pg13 - for swearing
Word Count 1,550
Summary David has been acting a little weird, Pierre didn't seem to be bothered until it began to disturb their sexual relationship.
Author's NoteI'm very sorry that it took so long *pouts* but here is the second chapter, I've been so busy with high school, so be happy and here you go.
Pierre was listening to his iPod in the tour bus couches. He was tired, hungry, sored, and cranky. Last night wasn’t pleasant at all. David’s denial to have sex drove them to another fight, a very lame fight considering both Pierre’s and David’s tiredness. The outcome was that David sent Pierre to sleep to the room’s couch, which was a two-person-only and, as Pierre soon found out, was very uncomfortable to sleep in.
“Pierre? Are you okay?” Jeff sat beside him.
He turned around lazily and saw Jeff at his side; he removed one of the earphones and stared at him.
“Excuse me? I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“Are you feeling okay?” Jeff repeated. Pierre goggled at him, Jeff had that spidey sense that seemed to tell him whenever one of his bandmates was feeling like crap.
“Yeah, I guess, thanks for asking.” And with that, Pierre placed back the earphone, closed his eyes, and kept listening to his music, not willing to tell Jeff, nor anybody else, about his problems with David.
Jeff just sighed and went back to his seat, Pierre wasn’t going to open his mouth about what had just happened, and maybe he will ask him again later. He looked around to see some snoring Seb and Patrick.
Pierre suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Chuck screaming at him, or that seemed by the gesturing of his hands and the redness of his face. He sighed and, again, took of his earphone.
“What?”
“Where is your boyfriend!? Huh!? WHERE IS HE?!” Chuck was pissed, very pissed off. Pierre moved uncomfortably.
“Hell, I don’t know, I’m not his shadow or anything,” he said angrily, he was not in the mood to be screamed at. “Anyways, why are you so pissed? I mean, dude you gotta calm down, it’s not healthy, you know…”
“HEALTHY? NOW YOU ARE TALKING TO ME ABOUT BEING HEALTHY!? I’M GOING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING: YOUR BOYFRIEND’S HEALTH IS IN DANGER NOW, SO EITHER YOU TELL ME WHERE IS HE, OR I WILL…”
“CHUCK! CALM DOWN MAN!” Jeff screamed. Pierre was now standing up, looking angrily at Chuck. Jeff knew that a pissed Chuck plus a pissed Pierre equals to a really nasty fight, so intervention was necessary in the right moment. Chuck huffed and looked hotly at him.
“Now, could you please explain to us what the hell is going on? Please?” Jeff said in a soothing voice.
“Fine.” He eyed Jeff and then turned to Pierre. “The bastard sent horny messages to my mom, my best friend, and my cousin from my cell phone. Now I’m in big trouble, and I REALLY need to find that little piece of…” he was cut off by the menacing stare of Pierre.
Jeff sighed, “I know where he is, but promise me that there are not gonna be punches nor hurtful insults.” Chuck seemed to think that twice, but finally mumbled a ‘Fine’ and Jeff pointed to the bus’s bathroom. Eagerly, Chuck walked to the door, followed by Pierre’s angry glare, and knocked really hard, but there was no answer.
“David! I know that you are there! Open up you little bastard!” But there was no reply.
Pierre ran and pushed Chuck aside, “David? Baby are you alright?” Still there was no answer.
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CLIFF-HANGER!!!
MWAHAHA YEAH YOU ARE GONNA SUFFER TILL I UPDATE MOREE!!
IM JUST KIDDING! I’M NOT THAT CRUEL xD
=) THIS IS FAKE, THE STORY GOES ON!
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“David? Please answer me baby, David I’m going to force the door if you don’t answer. Please, don’t make me leave us without a door in our lame bathroom!” Pierre closed his eyes desperately, hoping like hell that David didn’t do anything crazy, he didn’t wanted to imagine the outcome of it.
“Fine, don’t do such a soap opera drama” David’s annoyed voice was heard through the door, as the door knob spun with a soft click. The door was opened slightly and David’s eye peeked through the opening. Jeff, Pierre, and Chuck stared at each other looking very puzzled. Pierre sighed and looked at David’s eye.
“Err, David, what the heck…?”
“Nothing!” David snapped back, Pierre looked at him skeptically. It was obvious there was something happening. Usually when David spent hours locked on the bathroom was before a show, or an interview, or before a party, well, David spent hours in the bathroom fixing his hair, putting some more make up, or something similar. But they were in the middle of an European highway, out in the middle of nowhere, and David was in there, looking very suspicious.
“David? Are you hiding us something?” Jeff asked.
“Of course not! I just need some time for, err, for myself, you know, I’m looking into the ‘inner me’.” The three of them stared unbelievably at him. David was lying, that was clear, but ‘looking into his inner me’?! Boy, there was something serious happening in there.
“Hey, Davey, let us see you, please, whatever it is, it can’t be that bad, you know.” Pierre pleaded him. David groaned.
“Fine, but only you can come in, Jeff and Chuck stay outside, specially Chuck.” He eyed Chuck carefully; his angry look corroborated him that his decision had been wise.
David opened slightly the door and stood behind the door, in part because he didn’t wanted the guys to see him and also for the fact that in their bathroom there was barely enough room for one person, so Pierre struggled to enter in the tiny bathroom. David closed the door carefully and looked anxiously at Pierre, who looked back a bit perplexed; the last time that David had locked himself in the bathroom was when an itsy-bitsy pimple invaded his forehead. Of course, considering the fact that David’s bangs covered it all, Pierre had no clue of what the hell David was making such fuzz about. So he was again, standing in front of David, frowning at him, and trying to find the most insignificant detail that could drive David nuts. But, he couldn’t, and David could tell by the look at his face, so, with a sigh filled with vexation, he pointed his hair:
“MY HAIR, you donut! MY HAIR! It is totally fucked up!
Pierre just stared at him, now more dazed than before. He raised an eyebrow and focused his eyes on his boyfriend’s hair. He examined inch by inch, and still couldn’t see anything messed, not any rebel hair, anything.
“But, babe, there’s nothing wrong with your hair. Everything’s in place…”
“OF COURSE THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY HAIR!” He screamed. Pierre gasped at this sudden reaction, what he got in front of him was a very, extremely, pissed off David; and that, my friends, is something that you’ll prefer to watch in TV rather than in real life.
“David, listen to me, there’s nothing wrong with your hair, okay? Now, can we get out of this place? Because I’m suffocating, and if you hadn’t noticed, we are in a smelly tour bus bathroom.” Soon, Pierre regretted what he said, for David’s face began to turn scarlet and by the sight, Pierre’s own face began to go paler.
Trying to control his anger, David whispered: “Pierre, my hair IS fucked up, so are you going to stand up in there, or are you going to help me?”
Pierre sighed, “sure, I’ll help you baby, but first, tell me, how did you, err, found out that your hair was messed up?”
David’s face smoothened a little, and said: “well, I was sending some text messages from Chuck’s cell phone and…”
“I KNEW IT, YOU FUCKING BASTARD! JUST LET ME LAY ONE HAND ON YOU AND I SWEAR I’M GONNA…” Chuck’s annoyed voice was heard through the door, but Pierre cut him up by turning around to face the door and began screaming at him some words that made Chuck think twice about what he said, and then turned around, red faced and breathing hard for the screaming, and begged David to continue.
“Well, as I was saying before Chuck started to scream like a menopausal woman, (‘HEY! I HEARD THAT!’) I was with Chuck’s cell phone having some good time, and then the little damn thing began to tell me ‘Hey dude, what’s up with the hair? Do you think you look so pretty and that everyone likes you? Well, YOU ARE SO WRONG’ and then it began to laugh at me in an awful way.” David’s eyes were full of tears, and Pierre pulled him in an embraced, as he said in a calmed voice: “Oh honey, that’s bullshit, your hair is perfect, and I love you so madly, really hun, you shouldn’t…”
Pierre was cut off by some hysterical laughter that came from the other side of the door. Pierre mumbled something that sounded like ‘I swear I’m gonna kill them’ and opened the door abruptly, just to encounter with the vision of Chuck, Jeff, Pat, and Seb (which had awoken with all the fuzz Chuck made) with tears of laughter and holding themselves to not to stumble on the floor (which, Pat failed abruptly, for he slipped from Jeff’s shoulder and began laughing facing the floor that, in any other situation, turned to be a very lame sight).
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Chapter 2 cut
comments, please?
HEY GUESS WHAT??
Last Sunday, August 27 of 2006, I, Perla Falcon, went to see Yellowcard!! =] and I'm so happy =)
kthx that's all.
Author give_sum_love
Chapters 2/??
Pairing Pierre/David
Rating Pg13 - for swearing
Word Count 1,550
Summary David has been acting a little weird, Pierre didn't seem to be bothered until it began to disturb their sexual relationship.
Author's NoteI'm very sorry that it took so long *pouts* but here is the second chapter, I've been so busy with high school, so be happy and here you go.
Pierre was listening to his iPod in the tour bus couches. He was tired, hungry, sored, and cranky. Last night wasn’t pleasant at all. David’s denial to have sex drove them to another fight, a very lame fight considering both Pierre’s and David’s tiredness. The outcome was that David sent Pierre to sleep to the room’s couch, which was a two-person-only and, as Pierre soon found out, was very uncomfortable to sleep in.
“Pierre? Are you okay?” Jeff sat beside him.
He turned around lazily and saw Jeff at his side; he removed one of the earphones and stared at him.
“Excuse me? I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“Are you feeling okay?” Jeff repeated. Pierre goggled at him, Jeff had that spidey sense that seemed to tell him whenever one of his bandmates was feeling like crap.
“Yeah, I guess, thanks for asking.” And with that, Pierre placed back the earphone, closed his eyes, and kept listening to his music, not willing to tell Jeff, nor anybody else, about his problems with David.
Jeff just sighed and went back to his seat, Pierre wasn’t going to open his mouth about what had just happened, and maybe he will ask him again later. He looked around to see some snoring Seb and Patrick.
Pierre suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Chuck screaming at him, or that seemed by the gesturing of his hands and the redness of his face. He sighed and, again, took of his earphone.
“What?”
“Where is your boyfriend!? Huh!? WHERE IS HE?!” Chuck was pissed, very pissed off. Pierre moved uncomfortably.
“Hell, I don’t know, I’m not his shadow or anything,” he said angrily, he was not in the mood to be screamed at. “Anyways, why are you so pissed? I mean, dude you gotta calm down, it’s not healthy, you know…”
“HEALTHY? NOW YOU ARE TALKING TO ME ABOUT BEING HEALTHY!? I’M GOING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING: YOUR BOYFRIEND’S HEALTH IS IN DANGER NOW, SO EITHER YOU TELL ME WHERE IS HE, OR I WILL…”
“CHUCK! CALM DOWN MAN!” Jeff screamed. Pierre was now standing up, looking angrily at Chuck. Jeff knew that a pissed Chuck plus a pissed Pierre equals to a really nasty fight, so intervention was necessary in the right moment. Chuck huffed and looked hotly at him.
“Now, could you please explain to us what the hell is going on? Please?” Jeff said in a soothing voice.
“Fine.” He eyed Jeff and then turned to Pierre. “The bastard sent horny messages to my mom, my best friend, and my cousin from my cell phone. Now I’m in big trouble, and I REALLY need to find that little piece of…” he was cut off by the menacing stare of Pierre.
Jeff sighed, “I know where he is, but promise me that there are not gonna be punches nor hurtful insults.” Chuck seemed to think that twice, but finally mumbled a ‘Fine’ and Jeff pointed to the bus’s bathroom. Eagerly, Chuck walked to the door, followed by Pierre’s angry glare, and knocked really hard, but there was no answer.
“David! I know that you are there! Open up you little bastard!” But there was no reply.
Pierre ran and pushed Chuck aside, “David? Baby are you alright?” Still there was no answer.
********************************************************************
CLIFF-HANGER!!!
MWAHAHA YEAH YOU ARE GONNA SUFFER TILL I UPDATE MOREE!!
IM JUST KIDDING! I’M NOT THAT CRUEL xD
=) THIS IS FAKE, THE STORY GOES ON!
*******************************************************************
“David? Please answer me baby, David I’m going to force the door if you don’t answer. Please, don’t make me leave us without a door in our lame bathroom!” Pierre closed his eyes desperately, hoping like hell that David didn’t do anything crazy, he didn’t wanted to imagine the outcome of it.
“Fine, don’t do such a soap opera drama” David’s annoyed voice was heard through the door, as the door knob spun with a soft click. The door was opened slightly and David’s eye peeked through the opening. Jeff, Pierre, and Chuck stared at each other looking very puzzled. Pierre sighed and looked at David’s eye.
“Err, David, what the heck…?”
“Nothing!” David snapped back, Pierre looked at him skeptically. It was obvious there was something happening. Usually when David spent hours locked on the bathroom was before a show, or an interview, or before a party, well, David spent hours in the bathroom fixing his hair, putting some more make up, or something similar. But they were in the middle of an European highway, out in the middle of nowhere, and David was in there, looking very suspicious.
“David? Are you hiding us something?” Jeff asked.
“Of course not! I just need some time for, err, for myself, you know, I’m looking into the ‘inner me’.” The three of them stared unbelievably at him. David was lying, that was clear, but ‘looking into his inner me’?! Boy, there was something serious happening in there.
“Hey, Davey, let us see you, please, whatever it is, it can’t be that bad, you know.” Pierre pleaded him. David groaned.
“Fine, but only you can come in, Jeff and Chuck stay outside, specially Chuck.” He eyed Chuck carefully; his angry look corroborated him that his decision had been wise.
David opened slightly the door and stood behind the door, in part because he didn’t wanted the guys to see him and also for the fact that in their bathroom there was barely enough room for one person, so Pierre struggled to enter in the tiny bathroom. David closed the door carefully and looked anxiously at Pierre, who looked back a bit perplexed; the last time that David had locked himself in the bathroom was when an itsy-bitsy pimple invaded his forehead. Of course, considering the fact that David’s bangs covered it all, Pierre had no clue of what the hell David was making such fuzz about. So he was again, standing in front of David, frowning at him, and trying to find the most insignificant detail that could drive David nuts. But, he couldn’t, and David could tell by the look at his face, so, with a sigh filled with vexation, he pointed his hair:
“MY HAIR, you donut! MY HAIR! It is totally fucked up!
Pierre just stared at him, now more dazed than before. He raised an eyebrow and focused his eyes on his boyfriend’s hair. He examined inch by inch, and still couldn’t see anything messed, not any rebel hair, anything.
“But, babe, there’s nothing wrong with your hair. Everything’s in place…”
“OF COURSE THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY HAIR!” He screamed. Pierre gasped at this sudden reaction, what he got in front of him was a very, extremely, pissed off David; and that, my friends, is something that you’ll prefer to watch in TV rather than in real life.
“David, listen to me, there’s nothing wrong with your hair, okay? Now, can we get out of this place? Because I’m suffocating, and if you hadn’t noticed, we are in a smelly tour bus bathroom.” Soon, Pierre regretted what he said, for David’s face began to turn scarlet and by the sight, Pierre’s own face began to go paler.
Trying to control his anger, David whispered: “Pierre, my hair IS fucked up, so are you going to stand up in there, or are you going to help me?”
Pierre sighed, “sure, I’ll help you baby, but first, tell me, how did you, err, found out that your hair was messed up?”
David’s face smoothened a little, and said: “well, I was sending some text messages from Chuck’s cell phone and…”
“I KNEW IT, YOU FUCKING BASTARD! JUST LET ME LAY ONE HAND ON YOU AND I SWEAR I’M GONNA…” Chuck’s annoyed voice was heard through the door, but Pierre cut him up by turning around to face the door and began screaming at him some words that made Chuck think twice about what he said, and then turned around, red faced and breathing hard for the screaming, and begged David to continue.
“Well, as I was saying before Chuck started to scream like a menopausal woman, (‘HEY! I HEARD THAT!’) I was with Chuck’s cell phone having some good time, and then the little damn thing began to tell me ‘Hey dude, what’s up with the hair? Do you think you look so pretty and that everyone likes you? Well, YOU ARE SO WRONG’ and then it began to laugh at me in an awful way.” David’s eyes were full of tears, and Pierre pulled him in an embraced, as he said in a calmed voice: “Oh honey, that’s bullshit, your hair is perfect, and I love you so madly, really hun, you shouldn’t…”
Pierre was cut off by some hysterical laughter that came from the other side of the door. Pierre mumbled something that sounded like ‘I swear I’m gonna kill them’ and opened the door abruptly, just to encounter with the vision of Chuck, Jeff, Pat, and Seb (which had awoken with all the fuzz Chuck made) with tears of laughter and holding themselves to not to stumble on the floor (which, Pat failed abruptly, for he slipped from Jeff’s shoulder and began laughing facing the floor that, in any other situation, turned to be a very lame sight).
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Chapter 2 cut
comments, please?
HEY GUESS WHAT??
Last Sunday, August 27 of 2006, I, Perla Falcon, went to see Yellowcard!! =] and I'm so happy =)
kthx that's all.