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Title: Stay With Me - Chapter One
katiebouvier
Pairing: Pierre/David
Summary: David doesn't do very well when it comes to relationships. What happens when he falls for his best friend? VERY loosely based off of "My Heart" and "The Only Exception" by Paramore, if that helps with the summary.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pierre, David, Simple Plan, or anyone else that appears in this story.
Authors note: Sorry this took so long! I've been really busy with my school work, and on top of that, major writers block. Also, sorry it's kind of short, nothing major happens in it. It took me a while to figure out where I want this story to go, but writing this chapter has gotten the wheels finally turning in my head. Enjoy!
I woke up on Monday, the last day of school, by my obnoxious alarm clock. The bright morning sun was beating down on me from the window as I attempted opening my eyes. I quickly closed them, though, and sat up in my bed with my eyes closed until my face was out of the sun. I sighed, rubbing my eyes and throwing the comforter off of me. I stood up and walked over to my closet, lazily picking out my clothes for the day.
The whole Trevor thing was five months ago and I’ve definitely gotten over it. Without Pierre’s help, I wouldn’t have been able to get through the rest of the school year. I’m over Trevor, that much is true. But what he did still hurts, and I would say that I’m more vulnerable and wary than I was before this whole thing. Any relationship that I get into in the future, I’m not going to be sure of. I don't want to take the chance of being in a relationship, just to get my emotions played with, like what happened with Trevor, and we weren‘t even dating. I haven’t told any of this to Pierre, though. I think he probably knows already. He always could read me like that.
I ended up picking out my pink Rancid shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. I brushed my hair and then took my hair gel, putting my hair into it’s usual faux-hawk. When I was finished with that, I started on my eye make-up. As I was putting on my pink eye shadow, my cell phone vibrated on my desk.
I finished up with my make-up and went over to my desk, picking up my phone and seeing it was a text from Pierre.
I’ll be at your house in five minutes!
I smiled and closed my phone, putting it in my pocket. I quickly slipped on my vans and grabbed my bag from the front of my bed and ran down the stairs, opening the door just in time to see Pierre walking up the steps.
He smiled at me and waved, “Hey, David.”
I smiled back and closed the door after telling my mom I was leaving.
“Hi, Pierre.”
Pierre and I live on the same street and the school is about six blocks away. So he meets me at my house and we walk to school together. I don’t know why he comes to my house, I don’t know how that started. Maybe it’s because my house is three houses closer to the school? Maybe it’s because he is very impatient and knows how slow I can be? Whatever, it doesn’t really matter, I guess. It could just be something we did without noticing and stuck with it.
“It’s the last day of Junior year, David! Do you know what this means?!” He exclaimed over excitedly, grabbing my arm and dragging me onto the sidewalk.
“No, Pierre. Tell me,” I said less enthused. He rolled his eyes as we walked.
“It means that next year we’re out of there! We won’t have to deal with anymore idiotic bullshit! No more stupid teachers, no more stupid homework,” he grinned down at me.
I smiled slightly at how excited he was, “And we still have to get through another year of the idiotic bullshit before we get rid of it.”
He shook his head, “But won’t it all be worth it in the end?” I shrugged.
“Oh, come on, David. We’ll finally be able to get the band somewhere! And then when we get big, all the kids that torture us at school will be begging for our autographs. And you know what we’re gonna do?” He stopped for a moment, obviously wanting me to contribute.
“What are we gonna do, Pierre?” I said, once again, not enthused.
“We’re gonna turn the other way, of course,” I smiled slightly, thinking about it.
“Yeah. I guess that would feel good,” he grinned.
“Hell yeah, it would!” I laughed as we reached the school and entered the building.
We walked to our classroom - not going to our lockers because we had emptied them out on Friday - and took our seats in the back of our first class, which was English. We were just on time, too. Because the bell rang as soon as we sat down and the teacher came walking in.
“Hello, class,” Ms. Bouchard said as she placed her bag on her desk. “I’m not surprised to see the room half empty,” she laughed, taking a look around the classroom. “Easy attendance for me, eh?” She joked lightly.
“Well,” she sighed, “Since it’s a small class today and it is the last day of school, all I’m going to ask you to do is write about your plans for the Summer. Talk quietly, please.” She sat down at her desk and started sorting through her papers.
“So, David,” Pierre said turning to me, “What are your plans for this Summer?” He smirked.
I laughed, “Well, you know, I was thinking of maybe sitting around my room, wallowing in my misery. In the dark, probably. Listening to the most depressing music,” I tried to make the most serious face possible as I turned to him, “How about you?”
He shook his head, “Well, that’s a shame, because I was planning on spending most of my time with my best friend, who, apparently, has decided to spend his days in depression,” he smirked, “But now that I’ve heard of his plans, I’m going to save the damsel in distress and make sure he’s having fun,” He shot me a grin that could make my heart melt. But of course, I rolled my eyes.
“Oh, my, you shouldn’t have,” I said in a southern bell accent, fluttering my eyelashes. He shook his head and laughed.
“You’re something else, David.”
katiebouvier
Pairing: Pierre/David
Summary: David doesn't do very well when it comes to relationships. What happens when he falls for his best friend? VERY loosely based off of "My Heart" and "The Only Exception" by Paramore, if that helps with the summary.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pierre, David, Simple Plan, or anyone else that appears in this story.
Authors note: Sorry this took so long! I've been really busy with my school work, and on top of that, major writers block. Also, sorry it's kind of short, nothing major happens in it. It took me a while to figure out where I want this story to go, but writing this chapter has gotten the wheels finally turning in my head. Enjoy!
I woke up on Monday, the last day of school, by my obnoxious alarm clock. The bright morning sun was beating down on me from the window as I attempted opening my eyes. I quickly closed them, though, and sat up in my bed with my eyes closed until my face was out of the sun. I sighed, rubbing my eyes and throwing the comforter off of me. I stood up and walked over to my closet, lazily picking out my clothes for the day.
The whole Trevor thing was five months ago and I’ve definitely gotten over it. Without Pierre’s help, I wouldn’t have been able to get through the rest of the school year. I’m over Trevor, that much is true. But what he did still hurts, and I would say that I’m more vulnerable and wary than I was before this whole thing. Any relationship that I get into in the future, I’m not going to be sure of. I don't want to take the chance of being in a relationship, just to get my emotions played with, like what happened with Trevor, and we weren‘t even dating. I haven’t told any of this to Pierre, though. I think he probably knows already. He always could read me like that.
I ended up picking out my pink Rancid shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. I brushed my hair and then took my hair gel, putting my hair into it’s usual faux-hawk. When I was finished with that, I started on my eye make-up. As I was putting on my pink eye shadow, my cell phone vibrated on my desk.
I finished up with my make-up and went over to my desk, picking up my phone and seeing it was a text from Pierre.
I’ll be at your house in five minutes!
I smiled and closed my phone, putting it in my pocket. I quickly slipped on my vans and grabbed my bag from the front of my bed and ran down the stairs, opening the door just in time to see Pierre walking up the steps.
He smiled at me and waved, “Hey, David.”
I smiled back and closed the door after telling my mom I was leaving.
“Hi, Pierre.”
Pierre and I live on the same street and the school is about six blocks away. So he meets me at my house and we walk to school together. I don’t know why he comes to my house, I don’t know how that started. Maybe it’s because my house is three houses closer to the school? Maybe it’s because he is very impatient and knows how slow I can be? Whatever, it doesn’t really matter, I guess. It could just be something we did without noticing and stuck with it.
“It’s the last day of Junior year, David! Do you know what this means?!” He exclaimed over excitedly, grabbing my arm and dragging me onto the sidewalk.
“No, Pierre. Tell me,” I said less enthused. He rolled his eyes as we walked.
“It means that next year we’re out of there! We won’t have to deal with anymore idiotic bullshit! No more stupid teachers, no more stupid homework,” he grinned down at me.
I smiled slightly at how excited he was, “And we still have to get through another year of the idiotic bullshit before we get rid of it.”
He shook his head, “But won’t it all be worth it in the end?” I shrugged.
“Oh, come on, David. We’ll finally be able to get the band somewhere! And then when we get big, all the kids that torture us at school will be begging for our autographs. And you know what we’re gonna do?” He stopped for a moment, obviously wanting me to contribute.
“What are we gonna do, Pierre?” I said, once again, not enthused.
“We’re gonna turn the other way, of course,” I smiled slightly, thinking about it.
“Yeah. I guess that would feel good,” he grinned.
“Hell yeah, it would!” I laughed as we reached the school and entered the building.
We walked to our classroom - not going to our lockers because we had emptied them out on Friday - and took our seats in the back of our first class, which was English. We were just on time, too. Because the bell rang as soon as we sat down and the teacher came walking in.
“Hello, class,” Ms. Bouchard said as she placed her bag on her desk. “I’m not surprised to see the room half empty,” she laughed, taking a look around the classroom. “Easy attendance for me, eh?” She joked lightly.
“Well,” she sighed, “Since it’s a small class today and it is the last day of school, all I’m going to ask you to do is write about your plans for the Summer. Talk quietly, please.” She sat down at her desk and started sorting through her papers.
“So, David,” Pierre said turning to me, “What are your plans for this Summer?” He smirked.
I laughed, “Well, you know, I was thinking of maybe sitting around my room, wallowing in my misery. In the dark, probably. Listening to the most depressing music,” I tried to make the most serious face possible as I turned to him, “How about you?”
He shook his head, “Well, that’s a shame, because I was planning on spending most of my time with my best friend, who, apparently, has decided to spend his days in depression,” he smirked, “But now that I’ve heard of his plans, I’m going to save the damsel in distress and make sure he’s having fun,” He shot me a grin that could make my heart melt. But of course, I rolled my eyes.
“Oh, my, you shouldn’t have,” I said in a southern bell accent, fluttering my eyelashes. He shook his head and laughed.
“You’re something else, David.”