Here We Go Again
Title: Here We Go Again
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: R
Category: AU, Comedy, Drama
Warning: Language, Slash
Pairing: Pierre/Chuck
Summary:
oh baby can't you see there ain't no place I'd rather be
Disclaimer: I don't own them. And if I knew them personally, I probably wouldn't write this.
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Here We Go Again Chapter Eleven
"Do you think it's possible to just melt away into nothing?"
That was the question on everyone's mind as the afternoon of intense heat raged on. It felt as though a Free Day was never complete without some sort of extreme weather condition to drive it. Today, it was sunny and hot. From the moment Sebastien had first set out to Director Shaw's office to meet David, he felt sure that he would need to change his shirt at least two times today.
"I think so," David said between kicks with the hackie sack. "I feel like my face is melting off."
"The one day that I don't wear a bathing suit, I'm soaking wet anyway," Pierre shook his head and hooked a finger around the collar of his shirt.
Marcus laughed from where he sat nearby, "The world is a dark and mysterious place." He was fiddling with Pierre's iPod waiting for his turn to join the hackie sack game that was going around. There was only one ball, so everyone involved was taking turns in participating. Now, Marcus was sitting on the grass with a member of his own Elevens group, a group of girls from the Fourteens, and one of Sebastien's campers.
"Oh, yeah?" Pierre threw the hackie sack at Marcus and told him it was his turn to take over for Benny, Landon's CIT. "Well, where is the dark part of this world that you speak of? All this sunlight is killing me."
Sebastien patted Marcus on the back and moved over in the circle to make room for Marcus. The sunlight continued to beat down on the group as some of the campers left the game and some came over to join. All sense of time was lost for a while until one of the kids from Marcus's group came over with a bag of potato chips. At that point, everyone realized that Lunch would be served in another hour. Marcus dropped out of the hackie sack game in preference of standing off to the side to eat his snack.
"So, what's the deal with your CIT?" David asked with an offhanded tone. Marcus glanced up from the bag of chips he was struggling to open, but he quickly looked back down. David continued: "I haven't seen him all day. It's weird, especially since he's almost always with you, Marcus."
At that moment, Marcus flinched and the potato chip bag ripped open with a terrible force. Shakily, Marcus tightly grabbed onto the bag to keep in from falling, crushing several potato chips in the process. David laughed at the scenario and wound up missing the hackie sack because of his distraction. Sebastien, on the other hand, noticed the nervous look on Marcus's face as he didn't say anything, but busied himself with eating his chips instead. After observing Marcus, Sebastien turned to look at Pierre. His friend was also watching the younger boy with a kind of knowing interest.
"Hey! Pierre!" The lifeguard jumped as one of the kids playing threw the hackie sack at his chest. "Are you playing now or not?"
Pierre blinked a few times-an action, which did not go unnoticed by Sebastien-and began to smile. "Sure, if you plan on losing now."
Sebastien steeled himself and got ready for the next round to start as Pierre kicked the hackie sack in the direction of the girl that had thrown it at him. She was from one of the Fourteens groups, and Sebastien did not know her name. She stood far too close to two of her friends, also campers whom Sebastien did not know, and the three of them appeared to giggle at very inappropriate times of the game. None of them was very good at playing hackie sack, and Sebastien had the very distinct impression that they were mainly over there because Pierre, Benny, and Marcus were playing as well. They each appeared extra-giddy when it was either of the boys' turns to play. When Pierre finally determined that it was too hot out, he pulled his shirt over his head and gave David a knowing wink while the fourteen-year-old girls had a giggle-fit.
It wasn't ten minutes after Pierre stuck his shirt in his back pocket, when Angela managed to find her way over to their group. Sebastien was only too glad to have David there with them when he acknowledged her presence first:
"Shouldn't you be by a large body of water?"
For a moment, Angela only gave David a pointed look. Eventually, she said, "Why are you surprised that I'm here when Pierre's already standing here with you?"
David shrugged. "I don't know. I figured you'd be over there if he was here. Who's watching the pool?"
"Our Runners are in charge of the pool and the lake today," Angela responded dryly before turning to the rest of the group and taking a few very casual but calculated steps in Pierre's direction. "Is there room in the game for another?" She asked to no one in particular.
"Yeah, sure," Pierre answered. "You can have my spot."
At hearing this, Sebastien's head snapped up with interest. He arched a brow as he watched Pierre step out of the circle, noticing that Pierre was keeping his eyes on the grass. Angela was walking over to the edge of the circle where Pierre had once stood, but it was obvious that she had not expected Pierre to be quitting his spot in the game,
"You're not gonna play this round?" asked one of the boys from Marcus's group, who had been very impressed with Pierre's hackie sack skills.
"No," Pierre shook his head. "I think I'm gonna go get some tennis in before it's time for lunch." With that said, he walked around the outside of the circle and headed off across the grass toward the tennis courts. Sebastien noticed that Angela appeared miffed as she watched Pierre walking away, and across the circle, he saw the small band of Fourteens girls whispering frantically with one another and looking between Pierre and Angela. He sneered inwardly; no doubt, they were under the impression that Pierre and Angela were having some sort of lovers' spat.
"Almost makes you jealous, doesn't it?"
Sebastien looked back to see David elbowing Angela and trying to exchange a joking look with her, but the girl wasn't having it. She cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
Blissfully unaware David continued, and all Sebastien could do was smile and stifle his laughter.
"Come on, anybody can see you staring at his ass when he walks away." David playfully swatted Angela's arm. She still looked unphased. "Don't worry, we all stare. It almost makes you jealous of Chuck, doesn't it?"
Clearing his throat, Sebastien pretended that he hadn't noticed the way the small group of Fourteens girls suddenly began whispering again, and he signaled Benny to kick the hackie sack back into play.
Chuck clenched his fingers around his book a bit and heaved another sigh as he tightened his left arm across his chest. It wasn't a chilly summer night, but after sitting out in the dark with the sun long gone, his body temperature inevitably went down. Sitting out at night to watch over the bunks was one of the few times he might ever wear pants during the whole summer. While this night was just like any other as far as weather went, Chuck was at least grateful that it wasn't nearly as noisy. For whatever reason, while he sat outside on nights like this, he found that he noticed the soft chirping of the crickets more. Pierre had once observed this last year, and determined that it was caused by boredom; sitting outside alone all night, your mind was liable to focus on anything that it could.
As the night went on, Chuck allowed himself to halt his reading, and to instead stare at the pages of his book while he thought about other things. Primarily, his thoughts wandered to past nights spent watching the bunks, nights when he might have a different book, or a deck of cards to play Solitaire. Sometimes, Pierre would come out to join him. Never when Pierre was a Lifeguard in past years, and last summer they might have spent time up at the Pool together, but on nights when one of them was watching the bunks, they mutually knew that the other would remain inside the cabin asleep. This summer, however, there had been a handful of nights when Pierre would come down from the Games Crew cabins to join Chuck at his watch table and keep him company. Sometimes they played card games together, or other times they just sat together and listened to Pierre's iPod.
Pierre was certainly not going to come down to visit him tonight, though. Chuck was almost sure of that, and if he did, Chuck really had no idea what he would do or say. At this point, his thoughts were pretty much torn to two sides of the room.
On one hand, Chuck was still upset about their whole situation. He had been humiliated to find that about half the camp was under the impression that Pierre was buggering his female counterpart. It wasn't as though Chuck and Pierre had told the entirety of Lake Ness about their relationship, nor was it that he believed for a second that anything had actually gone on between the two lifeguards, not at all. It was more that the sheer thought that Pierre hadn't bothered to correct any of them when he must have known that whispers were being exchanged, and that he had been enough of a dumbass to not even mention it to Chuck at all. That was the real kicker: Chuck had found out more from overhearing gossip than from his own boyfriend.
Despite how he was still so annoyed with Pierre, Chuck couldn't deny that he missed him. They hadn't really spoken since the night Chuck walked away from Pierre on the lawn, let alone hugged one another or kissed. Whether or not he liked to admit it to himself, Chuck had become used to the semi-regular sex and affection, and he was definitely missing that as well as the company Pierre always brought.
Blinking a few times, Chuck shook his head in an attempt to bring his thoughts back to the present. The night was still cool and the crickets were still holding back on their chirping. Chuck sat back in his chair and stretched his legs, not stopping until he felt a faint but very satisfying pop with his right knee.
Amidst the low cricket chirps and his own breathing, Chuck paused at a steady beating sound. He glanced around the area, trying to decide whether he only thought that he was hearing it. It took a moment, but finally, Chuck determined that there definitely was another sound coming from somewhere around him. It had sounded like maybe someone was walking.
In all the years he had worked at Lake Ness, Chuck had never caught a camper out of their bunk after hours. Twice on his watch, there had been false alarms, instances where he had gone off to check a disturbance and found that two Counselors were simply having a meeting. As he recalled these instances, Chuck reminded himself that neither had occurred this late at night, and that even if this turned out to be a false alarm as well, he was still obligated to go and have a look. God forbid this be the one time he catches any campers trying to sneak into the Director's Office.
Chuck pushed his chair out and stood up straight. He stretched his arms as he walked over toward Sebastien and Patrick's cabin, going slow so that he could be sure he could still hear the noise he was looking for. He approached the corner of the building and paused. By now, he could definitely hear that there was a meeting going on just around this corner, but he couldn't make out a thing that was being said.
Very carefully, Chuck took a step closer to the corner. He felt bad about sneaking and trying to eavesdrop, but he wanted to get a tone for these people's voices. It was a sticky situation: he didn't want to be a sneak, but he also didn't want to simply barge in on the conversation, lest it be Sebastien and Landon discussing something important. Whatever it was, it didn't sound very urgent from the soft tones that were being used.
He took one more step to the corner of the building, and here was where he heard what was almost certainly Thomas's voice:
"Everybody? Really?"
This statement confused him, to say the least. After he heard this, Chuck didn't hear anything else. There was a slight knock against the wall, and still no more talking, as far as he could tell. Chuck decided now that he ought to intervene, no matter who was having this meeting. By this point, they might even be gone; since he couldn't hear anymore talking.
He stepped around the corner and came face to face with a rather surprising sight: He was right, Thomas just around the corner, kissing Marcus. Thankfully, the two weren't doing anything too perverse. They were standing together kissing, and just before Chuck cleared his throat and got the two to separate, he could have sworn he heard one of them let out a giggle.
Thomas looked rather sheepish as he kept his eyes focused on the ground, with his hands stuffed into his pockets, but there was still a smirk there somewhere. Marcus looked much more embarrassed than his friend. He coughed and looked anywhere but at Chuck.
Despite the disturbance on an obviously personal moment, Chuck heaved a sigh and allowed himself to slip into the role of concerned Counselor.
"You know you guys shouldn't be out." He said and shook his head.
"We know," Marcus muttered and nodded. He and Thomas exchanged a look between themselves.
"Is everything alright here?"
"Yes," Thomas squeaked out. He picked his head up to give Chuck a look. He was clearly pleading with him to not rat them out.
"You'd better get back to your bunk," Chuck gave Marcus a pointed look. Marcus nodded and gave one last look to Thomas before he turned and trotted off into the direction of the Elevens cabins.
When Marcus was around the building and probably out of sight, Chuck and Thomas started to walk back around to the door of Thomas's bunk.
"Am - Are we in trouble?" Thomas murmured before they got all the way back.
Chuck simply shrugged a shoulder. "I don't think I'll fault you for this once," he said; "But don't to it again, alright?"
Thomas nodded his head eagerly before turning around and quietly heading back into his bunk. Chuck just sighed and went back over to his watch table. He estimated he wouldn't need to sit outside much longer.
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Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: R
Category: AU, Comedy, Drama
Warning: Language, Slash
Pairing: Pierre/Chuck
Summary:
oh baby can't you see there ain't no place I'd rather be
Disclaimer: I don't own them. And if I knew them personally, I probably wouldn't write this.
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Here We Go Again Chapter Eleven
"Do you think it's possible to just melt away into nothing?"
That was the question on everyone's mind as the afternoon of intense heat raged on. It felt as though a Free Day was never complete without some sort of extreme weather condition to drive it. Today, it was sunny and hot. From the moment Sebastien had first set out to Director Shaw's office to meet David, he felt sure that he would need to change his shirt at least two times today.
"I think so," David said between kicks with the hackie sack. "I feel like my face is melting off."
"The one day that I don't wear a bathing suit, I'm soaking wet anyway," Pierre shook his head and hooked a finger around the collar of his shirt.
Marcus laughed from where he sat nearby, "The world is a dark and mysterious place." He was fiddling with Pierre's iPod waiting for his turn to join the hackie sack game that was going around. There was only one ball, so everyone involved was taking turns in participating. Now, Marcus was sitting on the grass with a member of his own Elevens group, a group of girls from the Fourteens, and one of Sebastien's campers.
"Oh, yeah?" Pierre threw the hackie sack at Marcus and told him it was his turn to take over for Benny, Landon's CIT. "Well, where is the dark part of this world that you speak of? All this sunlight is killing me."
Sebastien patted Marcus on the back and moved over in the circle to make room for Marcus. The sunlight continued to beat down on the group as some of the campers left the game and some came over to join. All sense of time was lost for a while until one of the kids from Marcus's group came over with a bag of potato chips. At that point, everyone realized that Lunch would be served in another hour. Marcus dropped out of the hackie sack game in preference of standing off to the side to eat his snack.
"So, what's the deal with your CIT?" David asked with an offhanded tone. Marcus glanced up from the bag of chips he was struggling to open, but he quickly looked back down. David continued: "I haven't seen him all day. It's weird, especially since he's almost always with you, Marcus."
At that moment, Marcus flinched and the potato chip bag ripped open with a terrible force. Shakily, Marcus tightly grabbed onto the bag to keep in from falling, crushing several potato chips in the process. David laughed at the scenario and wound up missing the hackie sack because of his distraction. Sebastien, on the other hand, noticed the nervous look on Marcus's face as he didn't say anything, but busied himself with eating his chips instead. After observing Marcus, Sebastien turned to look at Pierre. His friend was also watching the younger boy with a kind of knowing interest.
"Hey! Pierre!" The lifeguard jumped as one of the kids playing threw the hackie sack at his chest. "Are you playing now or not?"
Pierre blinked a few times-an action, which did not go unnoticed by Sebastien-and began to smile. "Sure, if you plan on losing now."
Sebastien steeled himself and got ready for the next round to start as Pierre kicked the hackie sack in the direction of the girl that had thrown it at him. She was from one of the Fourteens groups, and Sebastien did not know her name. She stood far too close to two of her friends, also campers whom Sebastien did not know, and the three of them appeared to giggle at very inappropriate times of the game. None of them was very good at playing hackie sack, and Sebastien had the very distinct impression that they were mainly over there because Pierre, Benny, and Marcus were playing as well. They each appeared extra-giddy when it was either of the boys' turns to play. When Pierre finally determined that it was too hot out, he pulled his shirt over his head and gave David a knowing wink while the fourteen-year-old girls had a giggle-fit.
It wasn't ten minutes after Pierre stuck his shirt in his back pocket, when Angela managed to find her way over to their group. Sebastien was only too glad to have David there with them when he acknowledged her presence first:
"Shouldn't you be by a large body of water?"
For a moment, Angela only gave David a pointed look. Eventually, she said, "Why are you surprised that I'm here when Pierre's already standing here with you?"
David shrugged. "I don't know. I figured you'd be over there if he was here. Who's watching the pool?"
"Our Runners are in charge of the pool and the lake today," Angela responded dryly before turning to the rest of the group and taking a few very casual but calculated steps in Pierre's direction. "Is there room in the game for another?" She asked to no one in particular.
"Yeah, sure," Pierre answered. "You can have my spot."
At hearing this, Sebastien's head snapped up with interest. He arched a brow as he watched Pierre step out of the circle, noticing that Pierre was keeping his eyes on the grass. Angela was walking over to the edge of the circle where Pierre had once stood, but it was obvious that she had not expected Pierre to be quitting his spot in the game,
"You're not gonna play this round?" asked one of the boys from Marcus's group, who had been very impressed with Pierre's hackie sack skills.
"No," Pierre shook his head. "I think I'm gonna go get some tennis in before it's time for lunch." With that said, he walked around the outside of the circle and headed off across the grass toward the tennis courts. Sebastien noticed that Angela appeared miffed as she watched Pierre walking away, and across the circle, he saw the small band of Fourteens girls whispering frantically with one another and looking between Pierre and Angela. He sneered inwardly; no doubt, they were under the impression that Pierre and Angela were having some sort of lovers' spat.
"Almost makes you jealous, doesn't it?"
Sebastien looked back to see David elbowing Angela and trying to exchange a joking look with her, but the girl wasn't having it. She cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
Blissfully unaware David continued, and all Sebastien could do was smile and stifle his laughter.
"Come on, anybody can see you staring at his ass when he walks away." David playfully swatted Angela's arm. She still looked unphased. "Don't worry, we all stare. It almost makes you jealous of Chuck, doesn't it?"
Clearing his throat, Sebastien pretended that he hadn't noticed the way the small group of Fourteens girls suddenly began whispering again, and he signaled Benny to kick the hackie sack back into play.
Chuck clenched his fingers around his book a bit and heaved another sigh as he tightened his left arm across his chest. It wasn't a chilly summer night, but after sitting out in the dark with the sun long gone, his body temperature inevitably went down. Sitting out at night to watch over the bunks was one of the few times he might ever wear pants during the whole summer. While this night was just like any other as far as weather went, Chuck was at least grateful that it wasn't nearly as noisy. For whatever reason, while he sat outside on nights like this, he found that he noticed the soft chirping of the crickets more. Pierre had once observed this last year, and determined that it was caused by boredom; sitting outside alone all night, your mind was liable to focus on anything that it could.
As the night went on, Chuck allowed himself to halt his reading, and to instead stare at the pages of his book while he thought about other things. Primarily, his thoughts wandered to past nights spent watching the bunks, nights when he might have a different book, or a deck of cards to play Solitaire. Sometimes, Pierre would come out to join him. Never when Pierre was a Lifeguard in past years, and last summer they might have spent time up at the Pool together, but on nights when one of them was watching the bunks, they mutually knew that the other would remain inside the cabin asleep. This summer, however, there had been a handful of nights when Pierre would come down from the Games Crew cabins to join Chuck at his watch table and keep him company. Sometimes they played card games together, or other times they just sat together and listened to Pierre's iPod.
Pierre was certainly not going to come down to visit him tonight, though. Chuck was almost sure of that, and if he did, Chuck really had no idea what he would do or say. At this point, his thoughts were pretty much torn to two sides of the room.
On one hand, Chuck was still upset about their whole situation. He had been humiliated to find that about half the camp was under the impression that Pierre was buggering his female counterpart. It wasn't as though Chuck and Pierre had told the entirety of Lake Ness about their relationship, nor was it that he believed for a second that anything had actually gone on between the two lifeguards, not at all. It was more that the sheer thought that Pierre hadn't bothered to correct any of them when he must have known that whispers were being exchanged, and that he had been enough of a dumbass to not even mention it to Chuck at all. That was the real kicker: Chuck had found out more from overhearing gossip than from his own boyfriend.
Despite how he was still so annoyed with Pierre, Chuck couldn't deny that he missed him. They hadn't really spoken since the night Chuck walked away from Pierre on the lawn, let alone hugged one another or kissed. Whether or not he liked to admit it to himself, Chuck had become used to the semi-regular sex and affection, and he was definitely missing that as well as the company Pierre always brought.
Blinking a few times, Chuck shook his head in an attempt to bring his thoughts back to the present. The night was still cool and the crickets were still holding back on their chirping. Chuck sat back in his chair and stretched his legs, not stopping until he felt a faint but very satisfying pop with his right knee.
Amidst the low cricket chirps and his own breathing, Chuck paused at a steady beating sound. He glanced around the area, trying to decide whether he only thought that he was hearing it. It took a moment, but finally, Chuck determined that there definitely was another sound coming from somewhere around him. It had sounded like maybe someone was walking.
In all the years he had worked at Lake Ness, Chuck had never caught a camper out of their bunk after hours. Twice on his watch, there had been false alarms, instances where he had gone off to check a disturbance and found that two Counselors were simply having a meeting. As he recalled these instances, Chuck reminded himself that neither had occurred this late at night, and that even if this turned out to be a false alarm as well, he was still obligated to go and have a look. God forbid this be the one time he catches any campers trying to sneak into the Director's Office.
Chuck pushed his chair out and stood up straight. He stretched his arms as he walked over toward Sebastien and Patrick's cabin, going slow so that he could be sure he could still hear the noise he was looking for. He approached the corner of the building and paused. By now, he could definitely hear that there was a meeting going on just around this corner, but he couldn't make out a thing that was being said.
Very carefully, Chuck took a step closer to the corner. He felt bad about sneaking and trying to eavesdrop, but he wanted to get a tone for these people's voices. It was a sticky situation: he didn't want to be a sneak, but he also didn't want to simply barge in on the conversation, lest it be Sebastien and Landon discussing something important. Whatever it was, it didn't sound very urgent from the soft tones that were being used.
He took one more step to the corner of the building, and here was where he heard what was almost certainly Thomas's voice:
"Everybody? Really?"
This statement confused him, to say the least. After he heard this, Chuck didn't hear anything else. There was a slight knock against the wall, and still no more talking, as far as he could tell. Chuck decided now that he ought to intervene, no matter who was having this meeting. By this point, they might even be gone; since he couldn't hear anymore talking.
He stepped around the corner and came face to face with a rather surprising sight: He was right, Thomas just around the corner, kissing Marcus. Thankfully, the two weren't doing anything too perverse. They were standing together kissing, and just before Chuck cleared his throat and got the two to separate, he could have sworn he heard one of them let out a giggle.
Thomas looked rather sheepish as he kept his eyes focused on the ground, with his hands stuffed into his pockets, but there was still a smirk there somewhere. Marcus looked much more embarrassed than his friend. He coughed and looked anywhere but at Chuck.
Despite the disturbance on an obviously personal moment, Chuck heaved a sigh and allowed himself to slip into the role of concerned Counselor.
"You know you guys shouldn't be out." He said and shook his head.
"We know," Marcus muttered and nodded. He and Thomas exchanged a look between themselves.
"Is everything alright here?"
"Yes," Thomas squeaked out. He picked his head up to give Chuck a look. He was clearly pleading with him to not rat them out.
"You'd better get back to your bunk," Chuck gave Marcus a pointed look. Marcus nodded and gave one last look to Thomas before he turned and trotted off into the direction of the Elevens cabins.
When Marcus was around the building and probably out of sight, Chuck and Thomas started to walk back around to the door of Thomas's bunk.
"Am - Are we in trouble?" Thomas murmured before they got all the way back.
Chuck simply shrugged a shoulder. "I don't think I'll fault you for this once," he said; "But don't to it again, alright?"
Thomas nodded his head eagerly before turning around and quietly heading back into his bunk. Chuck just sighed and went back over to his watch table. He estimated he wouldn't need to sit outside much longer.
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