My Father's Dictionary - Chapter 15
Title: My Father's Dictionary.
Author: Soph
Fandom: Simple Plan
Disclaimer: Nothing other than the obvious.
Pairing: David/Sebastien, tad of Pierre/Chuck
Summary: Oscar Cole travels to Montreal after the death of his mother, to go live with his estranged Father
CHAPTER 15
David quickly decided that if he had to keep smiling, his mouth would leap from his face and runaway in terror. Right now however, the rest of his body was starting to think that that wasn’t such a bad idea.
“-And then do you know what he said? He claimed that I was the one being the little bitch! Like, what-ever! He must’ve been drunk or something, coz I was being reasonable-“
Twitching slightly, David took another look at the blonde in front of him. Her frizzy hair curled tightly in one of her fingers.
“I mean, like, what do you think?” She asked, all too suddenly.
“Uh, well…” He quirked an eyebrow, “Wait, who are you again?”
The hazy blonde frowned, tossing back her hair and stomping in the direction of the buffet, clearly intent on finding someone that would pay more heed to her story.
David turned to his left, eyeing the man beside him, “Seriously, who the fuck was she?”
The other man smirked, his blue eyes crinkling slightly in obvious amusement. “Sandy Wynumms, Pat’s second cousin.”
Eyeing him suspiciously, David looked across the restaurant as the girl desperately latched herself onto a total random, it was kind of pathetic. “I swear you memorized the whole of Pat and Mallory’s family trees before we got here.”
Sebastien slapped his lover ever so lightly, before twining an arm around the other mans waist. “It’s a nice reception.”
“Yea, Pat’s really happy.”
Nodding, the younger man scanned the hall, smiling warmly upon the sight of Oscar. “He’s having fun too.”
David nodded, knowing that Oscar was sitting amongst the children, trying (in vain) to teach them the game of Uno.
“You talked yet?”
“Nup.”
“Don’t put it off, Davey, it won’t do anyone any good.”
Clearly disregarding his lover’s suggestion, the elder wrapped his hand into Sebastien’s, linking their fingers tightly.
It was only a matter of time before David dragged them both onto the dance floor, opting wisely not to give Seb the chance to argue.
*&*&*&*
The girl at his side was a pretty thing really, but the girl on the couch was gorgeous.
At 26, Pierre was famous, hot, tipsy and on a fucking roll. Four girls tonight had already thrown themselves at his feet, and they’d only been here for just over an hour.
Dropping his trinket of a girl at the bar, thrusting her in the arms of a happy teenager, he grappled with the floor (won), and headed over.
Trying a quick glance at Chuck, Pierre left the drunken-party scene, and sat directly next to this rose-quartz gem. Opening his mouth to come on with a pick-up, he was surprised by the dry sensation there.
His rib cage tightened, his stomach did the can-can’s and he promptly threw up on the girl before him. It surprised him, no doubt, but what surprised him even more was when the girl only smiled in response.
A reaction that only seemed to make the butterflies worse.
Emmy swayed ever so slightly to the music, glass of white wine in hand. The music was nice. Old-timer love songs and besides, she really looked the part in her sleek emerald dress, diamond jewelry, and loose red hair.
Her body moved like a cat, all graceful and spindly and just so damn beautiful. And all of a sudden, Pierre was 13 years old again, asking Courtney Louis to the school dance.
Ok, so that was an exaggeration. But one thing did spring to mind as he jammed sweaty hands into his pockets. So maybe he wasn’t 13, but he sure as hell didn’t feel any older than 26, fuck, it was that night at the club all over again. He’d be alright, he assured himself, so long as he kept the vomit down.
“Emmy.”
She looked startled as he drew closer, green eyes wide.
“Uh, yea.” He finished.
Raising her brow, she looked him up and down, placing the glass on the table behind her.
“Chuck?” was the only statement that left her lips, and his only response was to shake his head.
She nodded, in simple understanding. She wouldn’t provoke it, or delve too deeply into it. Instead, she tilted her head in the direction of the dance floor, where loving couples, including one David and Sebastien, moved in time to the slow dance playing.
“Wanna?”
“Sure.”
It wasn’t really forgiveness, and it wasn’t really the end of it, but for now, it was enough.
*&*&*&*
Sebastien, well and truly exhausted after a solid hour of dancing, threw himself into the chair besides Chuck.
“Tired?”
“Fucking exhausted.”
Chuck sniggered softly to himself, “I’m quite disappointed, Sebastien, hard to believe you were ever a rocker.”
“Like you can talk,” the younger snorted, “all you had to do was sit behind the drums, we had to jump, goddammit!”
“ I’m so frustrated, I just wanna jump.”
Sebastien chuckled in good-nature at the elder boy’s off-key singing of a long gone time.
Sitting in comfortable silence, Seb guessed it was only a matter of time before Chuck’s eyes fell on the dancing pair.
“Pierre and Emmy…” He started.
“Yea.”
“You alright?”
“It was never going to work. If it ever stood a chance, it was when we were in high-school, and I was too frigid then to let it turn into anything. We can’t turn back time, no matter how much we’d like to.”
Sebastien looked over, almost surprised to see the sad smile on Chuck’s long face. “You’re a single dad now?”
“Guess so.”
“Y’know, me and Davey, whenever you need help…”
“I know.”
Each was left to their own devices for a few moments, as if having to process the development of the recent days.
“Where’s David?” Chuck began.
Sebastien sighed, indicating to the glass doors that led to the balcony. “He and Oscar are talking.”
“Hm?” Raising an eyebrow, Chuck shifted slightly in his chair, “What about?”
“A lot of stuff…stuff that should’ve been sorted out a while ago.”
Sensing that Sebastien had no real desire to elaborate, Chuck let the conversation drop again. After all, it wasn’t as if the silence was uncomfortable.
“Did you know David and I are thinking of adopting?”
“…What’s stopping you?”
“David’s afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Afraid that the baby won’t like him, that he’ll screw up as a Dad, the list goes on forever…but I think…most of all, he’s afraid that Oscar will never forgive him.”
“Then he’s an idiot, coz as far as I can see, Oscar’s already forgiven him…besides, he’d make a great dad.”
“Glad I’m not the only one who sees it.”
*&*&*&*
David wandered off the dance floor, and straight for the balcony, the urge for fresh air currently overwhelming. God, he wasn’t as fit as he used to be.
He was almost surprised, but not really, to see his son sitting on the balcony’s edge, feet dangling off the side.
“Hey, Oscar.”
The boy waved in response, turning slightly as David took a seat beside him.
“Uh, I’m sorry, about Sully and stuff.”
David quirked an eyebrow, “Sorry for doing it, or sorry for getting caught?”
“Uh, both?” Oscar smiled sheepishly, arms thrown onto his legs as he leaned over. He became a little bit more serious, as he tried to get his message across, “I am sorry.”
Shrugging, David threw one of his arms over Oscar’s shoulder, “Call it karma, my parents walked in on me and Seb, only we were older, my parents thought I was dating a girl I hadn’t spoken to since highschool, and what we were doing was a helluva lot less innocent.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, we had our pants down past our ankles, I’ll leave the rest of the details out, I think it might scar you.”
Screwing up his face in playful disgust, Oscar shoved David’s arm off him, and moved to stand up.
“Y’know, normal dads aren’t that…ok with it. You’re supposed to ground me or something.”
“You want me to ground you?”
“Well, no.”
“Then don’t provoke it, hey?”
Leaning back, Oscar threw himself against the wooden floor of the balcony, legs still dangling over the edge. He guessed it was only a matter of time before David did the same, which of course, he did.
The elder sighed; he was never good at candy-wrapping the truth. “Why’d you come back?” He said.
Oscar quirked an eyebrow (a very David habit, he noted in mild amusement) “I thought you’d be happy, I finally found someone who pisses me off more than you do! Adrian’s a bastard.”
“Cut the bull, Oscar. Did you come back because you were crushing on blue-boy, was California really that bad, or…did you actually like being with me and Sebastien?”
“Can’t I say, ‘all of the above’?” Oscar grinned uneasily, not really sure if he should keep finding humor in the situation.
“No.”
Oscar sighed, taking that as his answer, “Uh, well, Mum, she always said you were alright. When I was growing up and shit, she was never mad at you, coz she thought you were doing the right thing by leaving. I dunno.”
David stared for a minute, pursing his lips silently. Maybe it would be better if that was the answer - unspecific as it may have been. So, like Chuck and Sebastien before him, he let the conversation drop into a comfortable silence.
“It was a nice wedding…” Oscar mutters.
The darker-haired man nods graciously, “Y’know, me and Sebastien were always gonna get married.”
“I kinda figured you already were,” Oscar states, in relative surprise.
“Nah…It may be legal now, but it’s still so ‘frowned upon’.” David used his fingers to quote the words. “We spoke to a priest once, the motherfucker said some things, Sebastien’s confidence is shot with it, he refuses to go anywhere near the topic.”
“That’s pretty shit.”
“Shit happens.” David pauses for a moment, idly watching Oscar, as the boy looks up to the gradually changing sky. “You have no idea where I’m going with this, do you?”
“Uh,” Oscar glanced back, “You want me to get married?”
David snorted, “Not even close, well, not yet anyway. Uh, Seb wants a baby.”
Quirking a brow, Oscar rolls over to face his father.
“Yea, so I guess we’re thinking about adopting. But if you’re not comfortable with it, we don’t have to, and-“
“I always wanted a sister.” David stops at Oscar’s statement.
“What?”
“Mum never wanted anymore kids…but I always wanted a little sister.”
Oscar rolled over again, not meeting David’s madly grinning face.
“So, a baby girl, yeah?”
“Yea…and…well, I guess I’ll have to call you Dad now?”
“Huh?”
“Well, we wouldn’t want the baby getting confused and shit, coz her brother calls their dad, David. I need to start calling you, Dad.”
David nods, “Yea, that’d be cool…y’know, so the baby doesn’t get confused.”
Author: Soph
Fandom: Simple Plan
Disclaimer: Nothing other than the obvious.
Pairing: David/Sebastien, tad of Pierre/Chuck
Summary: Oscar Cole travels to Montreal after the death of his mother, to go live with his estranged Father
CHAPTER 15
David quickly decided that if he had to keep smiling, his mouth would leap from his face and runaway in terror. Right now however, the rest of his body was starting to think that that wasn’t such a bad idea.
“-And then do you know what he said? He claimed that I was the one being the little bitch! Like, what-ever! He must’ve been drunk or something, coz I was being reasonable-“
Twitching slightly, David took another look at the blonde in front of him. Her frizzy hair curled tightly in one of her fingers.
“I mean, like, what do you think?” She asked, all too suddenly.
“Uh, well…” He quirked an eyebrow, “Wait, who are you again?”
The hazy blonde frowned, tossing back her hair and stomping in the direction of the buffet, clearly intent on finding someone that would pay more heed to her story.
David turned to his left, eyeing the man beside him, “Seriously, who the fuck was she?”
The other man smirked, his blue eyes crinkling slightly in obvious amusement. “Sandy Wynumms, Pat’s second cousin.”
Eyeing him suspiciously, David looked across the restaurant as the girl desperately latched herself onto a total random, it was kind of pathetic. “I swear you memorized the whole of Pat and Mallory’s family trees before we got here.”
Sebastien slapped his lover ever so lightly, before twining an arm around the other mans waist. “It’s a nice reception.”
“Yea, Pat’s really happy.”
Nodding, the younger man scanned the hall, smiling warmly upon the sight of Oscar. “He’s having fun too.”
David nodded, knowing that Oscar was sitting amongst the children, trying (in vain) to teach them the game of Uno.
“You talked yet?”
“Nup.”
“Don’t put it off, Davey, it won’t do anyone any good.”
Clearly disregarding his lover’s suggestion, the elder wrapped his hand into Sebastien’s, linking their fingers tightly.
It was only a matter of time before David dragged them both onto the dance floor, opting wisely not to give Seb the chance to argue.
*&*&*&*
The girl at his side was a pretty thing really, but the girl on the couch was gorgeous.
At 26, Pierre was famous, hot, tipsy and on a fucking roll. Four girls tonight had already thrown themselves at his feet, and they’d only been here for just over an hour.
Dropping his trinket of a girl at the bar, thrusting her in the arms of a happy teenager, he grappled with the floor (won), and headed over.
Trying a quick glance at Chuck, Pierre left the drunken-party scene, and sat directly next to this rose-quartz gem. Opening his mouth to come on with a pick-up, he was surprised by the dry sensation there.
His rib cage tightened, his stomach did the can-can’s and he promptly threw up on the girl before him. It surprised him, no doubt, but what surprised him even more was when the girl only smiled in response.
A reaction that only seemed to make the butterflies worse.
Emmy swayed ever so slightly to the music, glass of white wine in hand. The music was nice. Old-timer love songs and besides, she really looked the part in her sleek emerald dress, diamond jewelry, and loose red hair.
Her body moved like a cat, all graceful and spindly and just so damn beautiful. And all of a sudden, Pierre was 13 years old again, asking Courtney Louis to the school dance.
Ok, so that was an exaggeration. But one thing did spring to mind as he jammed sweaty hands into his pockets. So maybe he wasn’t 13, but he sure as hell didn’t feel any older than 26, fuck, it was that night at the club all over again. He’d be alright, he assured himself, so long as he kept the vomit down.
“Emmy.”
She looked startled as he drew closer, green eyes wide.
“Uh, yea.” He finished.
Raising her brow, she looked him up and down, placing the glass on the table behind her.
“Chuck?” was the only statement that left her lips, and his only response was to shake his head.
She nodded, in simple understanding. She wouldn’t provoke it, or delve too deeply into it. Instead, she tilted her head in the direction of the dance floor, where loving couples, including one David and Sebastien, moved in time to the slow dance playing.
“Wanna?”
“Sure.”
It wasn’t really forgiveness, and it wasn’t really the end of it, but for now, it was enough.
*&*&*&*
Sebastien, well and truly exhausted after a solid hour of dancing, threw himself into the chair besides Chuck.
“Tired?”
“Fucking exhausted.”
Chuck sniggered softly to himself, “I’m quite disappointed, Sebastien, hard to believe you were ever a rocker.”
“Like you can talk,” the younger snorted, “all you had to do was sit behind the drums, we had to jump, goddammit!”
“ I’m so frustrated, I just wanna jump.”
Sebastien chuckled in good-nature at the elder boy’s off-key singing of a long gone time.
Sitting in comfortable silence, Seb guessed it was only a matter of time before Chuck’s eyes fell on the dancing pair.
“Pierre and Emmy…” He started.
“Yea.”
“You alright?”
“It was never going to work. If it ever stood a chance, it was when we were in high-school, and I was too frigid then to let it turn into anything. We can’t turn back time, no matter how much we’d like to.”
Sebastien looked over, almost surprised to see the sad smile on Chuck’s long face. “You’re a single dad now?”
“Guess so.”
“Y’know, me and Davey, whenever you need help…”
“I know.”
Each was left to their own devices for a few moments, as if having to process the development of the recent days.
“Where’s David?” Chuck began.
Sebastien sighed, indicating to the glass doors that led to the balcony. “He and Oscar are talking.”
“Hm?” Raising an eyebrow, Chuck shifted slightly in his chair, “What about?”
“A lot of stuff…stuff that should’ve been sorted out a while ago.”
Sensing that Sebastien had no real desire to elaborate, Chuck let the conversation drop again. After all, it wasn’t as if the silence was uncomfortable.
“Did you know David and I are thinking of adopting?”
“…What’s stopping you?”
“David’s afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Afraid that the baby won’t like him, that he’ll screw up as a Dad, the list goes on forever…but I think…most of all, he’s afraid that Oscar will never forgive him.”
“Then he’s an idiot, coz as far as I can see, Oscar’s already forgiven him…besides, he’d make a great dad.”
“Glad I’m not the only one who sees it.”
*&*&*&*
David wandered off the dance floor, and straight for the balcony, the urge for fresh air currently overwhelming. God, he wasn’t as fit as he used to be.
He was almost surprised, but not really, to see his son sitting on the balcony’s edge, feet dangling off the side.
“Hey, Oscar.”
The boy waved in response, turning slightly as David took a seat beside him.
“Uh, I’m sorry, about Sully and stuff.”
David quirked an eyebrow, “Sorry for doing it, or sorry for getting caught?”
“Uh, both?” Oscar smiled sheepishly, arms thrown onto his legs as he leaned over. He became a little bit more serious, as he tried to get his message across, “I am sorry.”
Shrugging, David threw one of his arms over Oscar’s shoulder, “Call it karma, my parents walked in on me and Seb, only we were older, my parents thought I was dating a girl I hadn’t spoken to since highschool, and what we were doing was a helluva lot less innocent.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, we had our pants down past our ankles, I’ll leave the rest of the details out, I think it might scar you.”
Screwing up his face in playful disgust, Oscar shoved David’s arm off him, and moved to stand up.
“Y’know, normal dads aren’t that…ok with it. You’re supposed to ground me or something.”
“You want me to ground you?”
“Well, no.”
“Then don’t provoke it, hey?”
Leaning back, Oscar threw himself against the wooden floor of the balcony, legs still dangling over the edge. He guessed it was only a matter of time before David did the same, which of course, he did.
The elder sighed; he was never good at candy-wrapping the truth. “Why’d you come back?” He said.
Oscar quirked an eyebrow (a very David habit, he noted in mild amusement) “I thought you’d be happy, I finally found someone who pisses me off more than you do! Adrian’s a bastard.”
“Cut the bull, Oscar. Did you come back because you were crushing on blue-boy, was California really that bad, or…did you actually like being with me and Sebastien?”
“Can’t I say, ‘all of the above’?” Oscar grinned uneasily, not really sure if he should keep finding humor in the situation.
“No.”
Oscar sighed, taking that as his answer, “Uh, well, Mum, she always said you were alright. When I was growing up and shit, she was never mad at you, coz she thought you were doing the right thing by leaving. I dunno.”
David stared for a minute, pursing his lips silently. Maybe it would be better if that was the answer - unspecific as it may have been. So, like Chuck and Sebastien before him, he let the conversation drop into a comfortable silence.
“It was a nice wedding…” Oscar mutters.
The darker-haired man nods graciously, “Y’know, me and Sebastien were always gonna get married.”
“I kinda figured you already were,” Oscar states, in relative surprise.
“Nah…It may be legal now, but it’s still so ‘frowned upon’.” David used his fingers to quote the words. “We spoke to a priest once, the motherfucker said some things, Sebastien’s confidence is shot with it, he refuses to go anywhere near the topic.”
“That’s pretty shit.”
“Shit happens.” David pauses for a moment, idly watching Oscar, as the boy looks up to the gradually changing sky. “You have no idea where I’m going with this, do you?”
“Uh,” Oscar glanced back, “You want me to get married?”
David snorted, “Not even close, well, not yet anyway. Uh, Seb wants a baby.”
Quirking a brow, Oscar rolls over to face his father.
“Yea, so I guess we’re thinking about adopting. But if you’re not comfortable with it, we don’t have to, and-“
“I always wanted a sister.” David stops at Oscar’s statement.
“What?”
“Mum never wanted anymore kids…but I always wanted a little sister.”
Oscar rolled over again, not meeting David’s madly grinning face.
“So, a baby girl, yeah?”
“Yea…and…well, I guess I’ll have to call you Dad now?”
“Huh?”
“Well, we wouldn’t want the baby getting confused and shit, coz her brother calls their dad, David. I need to start calling you, Dad.”
David nods, “Yea, that’d be cool…y’know, so the baby doesn’t get confused.”