Fairytale Finish
Title: Fairytale Finish
Author: Soph.
Fandom: Simple Plan
Disclaimer: Heck yea! They live in my garage (I leave the water heater on for warmth)
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Summary: Just a one-shot, an appology for not yet updating My Father's Dictionary.
Dedication: For all of the friendly commenters of My Father's Dictionary, I love you all!
Oh, and everyone who comments get's a free hug coupon!
Ah.
It’s hard. You see, I’m not exactly sure where to begin. There are plenty of places to start, and it’s difficult to say which will be the best to make you and Papa understand why I’m doing this.
Well, we’ll try here, alright?
You and Papa, you raised me and Jo, Jamee and Jay to be so conservative. We were never open-minded to things like feminism, or multiculturalism…or homosexuality.
It was difficult, with you trying to occupy me with all these young women, when my affections were placed else where. With someone very different. Someone gorgeous. Someone wonderful. Someone very not female.
And that’s why I kept it from you for so long. It wasn’t like David was the one that turned me gay either, Mama, so I don’t think it was fair that you blamed him. I had a crush on Pierre, remember him? I was only 14 you know.
David and I met at a school excursion. I was in the eleventh grade, him a senior. It wasn’t love at first sight, not like in the books you used to read to me at night. He caught my eye, with his spiky hair and eye-liner. He wasn’t one of the boys from church, Mama, he really wasn’t.
I asked him the other day, what he saw, about two years ago, when he first looked at me. He joked at first, but that’s David, and that’s just what he does. He said some things that I shouldn’t repeat to you, but then he got serious, Mama, and he said that I was cute and that I was all innocent-like, not at all like the other boys he’d been with.
It wasn’t love at all though, lust I guess. And I know Mama, lust is a sin, but that’s not the point. He asked me on a date you know. I didn’t jump straight in, I thought about you and Papa, but he really was gorgeous Mama. The most beautiful face. I said yes, and he was a gentlemen, Mama, he really was! Just like Prince Charming from Cinderella!
And that was that, he had me falling right into love with him, he did!
After a year and a half, give or take a few months, he started to pressure me, I had just finished school, and he wanted me to tell you and Papa. He wanted me to tell all about me and him! I was terrified, but after a few months he got me to do it.
This leads us to that dinner. Do you remember Mama? Of course you do, I know I’ll never forget.
I brought him over for dinner, and we had a great evening, you and Papa, you thought he was different, but liked him none the less. He read the whole new testament of the bible! Just for you and Papa! He really wanted to create a good impression, you know.
It ruined the evening when I told you that he and I were something more, that we meant something to each other, something that only comes around once in a lifetime.
Papa flipped, he broke the table remember? I was terrified. You and Papa were screaming, and I didn’t even realize that I was too! David stepped in to try and stop it, and you threw him out of the house, you told him to leave, and then forbade me from seeing him again.
I broke that night. Just like the table. I couldn’t leave him, Mama, he was my world. I cried all night and all the next day, and then for the rest of the week too. I couldn’t stop. I tried. I really did. But, I guess I should be grateful Mama, because you taking him away from me, only made me realize how much apart of me he was.
And just like the fairytales Mama, it wouldn’t finish there. I had to find my happy ending!
And I don’t expect you to understand why we did it, as we are young and in love. David, he takes good care of me, and I’ve never felt as alive as I have when I’m around him. And that’s why when you forbid me from seeing him, this happened.
He’s the drug, Mama, and I’m the addict, with no intention of coming clean.
So we ran Mama, away from you and the prying eyes. We’re going to Paris, in France, and we’re getting married.
I never thought I’d elope! I feel like I’m in a fairytale!
So, here I am, writing you this letter, just before I leave. When you get this in the morning, David and I will be on a plane, 2nd class (we can’t afford first).
So, maybe, just maybe, I could keep writing to you, and maybe, in time, I’ll be able to give you an address and you could write back, maybe I could send you photos of Notre Dam and the Eiffel Tower, and you could send me photos of my friends, and maybe, after a while, you could send me photos of you and Papa, and in return, I could send you photos of me and David.
And then maybe, when you see how happy I am, you’ll be able to think of me as your son again, and maybe David too.
I know that this goes against everything you’ve ever believed, I know you’ve never approved of homosexual relationships. But we love each other Mama, and I didn’t choose him over you, you chose for me, when I was eight years old, and you told me the story of the Little Mermaid.
Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the one that you love.
David and I, we have made many, and maybe in time, you could sacrifice some of your prejudices. Just for me.
I love you, please don’t doubt that.
Now and Forever Mama.
Yours before, and hopefully later still,
Sebastien.
(Oh, and David! He’s been reading this over my shoulder and asked me to add his name.)
Author: Soph.
Fandom: Simple Plan
Disclaimer: Heck yea! They live in my garage (I leave the water heater on for warmth)
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Summary: Just a one-shot, an appology for not yet updating My Father's Dictionary.
Dedication: For all of the friendly commenters of My Father's Dictionary, I love you all!
Oh, and everyone who comments get's a free hug coupon!
Ah.
It’s hard. You see, I’m not exactly sure where to begin. There are plenty of places to start, and it’s difficult to say which will be the best to make you and Papa understand why I’m doing this.
Well, we’ll try here, alright?
You and Papa, you raised me and Jo, Jamee and Jay to be so conservative. We were never open-minded to things like feminism, or multiculturalism…or homosexuality.
It was difficult, with you trying to occupy me with all these young women, when my affections were placed else where. With someone very different. Someone gorgeous. Someone wonderful. Someone very not female.
And that’s why I kept it from you for so long. It wasn’t like David was the one that turned me gay either, Mama, so I don’t think it was fair that you blamed him. I had a crush on Pierre, remember him? I was only 14 you know.
David and I met at a school excursion. I was in the eleventh grade, him a senior. It wasn’t love at first sight, not like in the books you used to read to me at night. He caught my eye, with his spiky hair and eye-liner. He wasn’t one of the boys from church, Mama, he really wasn’t.
I asked him the other day, what he saw, about two years ago, when he first looked at me. He joked at first, but that’s David, and that’s just what he does. He said some things that I shouldn’t repeat to you, but then he got serious, Mama, and he said that I was cute and that I was all innocent-like, not at all like the other boys he’d been with.
It wasn’t love at all though, lust I guess. And I know Mama, lust is a sin, but that’s not the point. He asked me on a date you know. I didn’t jump straight in, I thought about you and Papa, but he really was gorgeous Mama. The most beautiful face. I said yes, and he was a gentlemen, Mama, he really was! Just like Prince Charming from Cinderella!
And that was that, he had me falling right into love with him, he did!
After a year and a half, give or take a few months, he started to pressure me, I had just finished school, and he wanted me to tell you and Papa. He wanted me to tell all about me and him! I was terrified, but after a few months he got me to do it.
This leads us to that dinner. Do you remember Mama? Of course you do, I know I’ll never forget.
I brought him over for dinner, and we had a great evening, you and Papa, you thought he was different, but liked him none the less. He read the whole new testament of the bible! Just for you and Papa! He really wanted to create a good impression, you know.
It ruined the evening when I told you that he and I were something more, that we meant something to each other, something that only comes around once in a lifetime.
Papa flipped, he broke the table remember? I was terrified. You and Papa were screaming, and I didn’t even realize that I was too! David stepped in to try and stop it, and you threw him out of the house, you told him to leave, and then forbade me from seeing him again.
I broke that night. Just like the table. I couldn’t leave him, Mama, he was my world. I cried all night and all the next day, and then for the rest of the week too. I couldn’t stop. I tried. I really did. But, I guess I should be grateful Mama, because you taking him away from me, only made me realize how much apart of me he was.
And just like the fairytales Mama, it wouldn’t finish there. I had to find my happy ending!
And I don’t expect you to understand why we did it, as we are young and in love. David, he takes good care of me, and I’ve never felt as alive as I have when I’m around him. And that’s why when you forbid me from seeing him, this happened.
He’s the drug, Mama, and I’m the addict, with no intention of coming clean.
So we ran Mama, away from you and the prying eyes. We’re going to Paris, in France, and we’re getting married.
I never thought I’d elope! I feel like I’m in a fairytale!
So, here I am, writing you this letter, just before I leave. When you get this in the morning, David and I will be on a plane, 2nd class (we can’t afford first).
So, maybe, just maybe, I could keep writing to you, and maybe, in time, I’ll be able to give you an address and you could write back, maybe I could send you photos of Notre Dam and the Eiffel Tower, and you could send me photos of my friends, and maybe, after a while, you could send me photos of you and Papa, and in return, I could send you photos of me and David.
And then maybe, when you see how happy I am, you’ll be able to think of me as your son again, and maybe David too.
I know that this goes against everything you’ve ever believed, I know you’ve never approved of homosexual relationships. But we love each other Mama, and I didn’t choose him over you, you chose for me, when I was eight years old, and you told me the story of the Little Mermaid.
Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the one that you love.
David and I, we have made many, and maybe in time, you could sacrifice some of your prejudices. Just for me.
I love you, please don’t doubt that.
Now and Forever Mama.
Yours before, and hopefully later still,
Sebastien.
(Oh, and David! He’s been reading this over my shoulder and asked me to add his name.)