Beware of Flying Bats and Balls
Title: Beware of Flying Bats and Balls
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: PG-13 (will rise)
Category: Angst, Humor
Warning: Slash, Adult Language
Pairing: Sebastien/David
Summary: Summer spent at the ball park.
Disclaimer:
Disclaimer: I do not own David or Sebastien. All other characters are mine unless otherwise noted.
A/n: I'm home from vacation, I hated it, hooray I am back. This chapter is kind of cute.
See the picture that inspired the title here.
Enjoy!
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BOFBAB :: 05
A loud clash of thunder had woken me up early this morning, interrupting a nice dream which had involved cake. It sucked, really, because I hadn't even gotten cake before I was shaken from my sleep. This leaves me where I am now, rummaging through my kitchen cabinets looking for cake. Or cupcakes. Or basically any pastry because it's a vague craving. After finding nothing to fulfill my want for cake, I sat down at the table just as my mom walked into the kitchen.
"Hey, Mom, do you feel at all up to making a cake?"
She turned around from looking through the refrigerator and raised her eyebrow at me. "Not exactly, Sebastien; why don't you make a cake?"
I laughed and shook my head, knowing very well she's aware that I wouldn't risk baking a cake, and stood up to look out the window. It wasn't thundering so loud as it had been when I woke up a few hours ago, now it was just raining. Lots and lots of heavy rain that kind of created a sheet of water over the road and made it look like it was almost a river. Really kind of cool.
"You should," she said and I turned around to look at her as if she'd just suggested that I study. "What? You're obviously not going out today. The Phillies got over their home stay yesterday - that's right, I know about that two-week stretch ending - so you won't be going to the stadium and, besides, I doubt you could even get to David's in this rain."
I thought about what she'd said for a moment. It is true that I wouldn't want to manage a walk to David's in this, but all the same, I have no idea what to do now that I'm not spending the day at the park. David and I have spent every day since the Fourth of July at the park with no interruptions from John, or anyone else for that matter. It's been a week and in that spot of time, I have yet to tell David about Kai. Sure, he asked what I'd done after he had to leave on the holiday but I'd only danced around the details by saying that I'd hung around for a while and talked to some random kids before I left. All of which is true.
"I know," I shook my head and walked into the living room, flicking on the television. Today really is going to suck if I can't see David. We were the only kids to live closer to the stadiums than we did to the school we went to so we weren't exactly near anyone else we knew from school. David was the only person I ever hung out with outside of school, seeing as how he was closest, unless someone else was to drive over. Of course, living near the stadiums means traffic a lot of the time so no one ever wanted to battle through that. Seeing as how I can't go through all of that though, I flipped channels and landed on a cartoon of Bugs Bunny sitting in a big cauldron while a fat green witch ran away into the next room to fix him a poisoned carrot, bobby pins flying out of her hair practically every time se moved.
After the cartoon had ended and I marveled at how Bugs Bunny will, no matter what, always escape a deadly situation, I looked out the window and saw that the rain had lifted into a slow drizzle. I took this as a chance to maybe get David over here before it started to rain again and my mom would say she didn't want him walking over in this. I hopped over the back of the couch and ran into the kitchen to grab the phone off of it's place on the wall at the other side of the room and ran down the hall out of that side of the kitchen. I took a step back and glanced at my mom sitting in the Study. Funny, Dad's usually in there around this time.
"Mom, I'm calling David to invite him over before the rain picks back up." She didn't have any time to answer when I circled through the front of the house and jumped back on the couch, already half through with dialing David's phone number.
One ring... two rings... three rings... four rings...
"Hello?" John's voice picked up.
"Uhm, hi," I stammered into the phone and swallowed, "this is Sebastien. May I talk to David?"
"David's not here, Sebastien."
I looked down at the phone in my hand and blinked. David not be at home? It was just storming outside not a half hour ago; where would he be?
"H-He isn't?"
"No, Sebastien. David ran out of here about an hour ago." An hour? An hour ago, I was looking for cake and the street in front of my house seemed like it was about to flood. "Sebastien?"
"Uhm, yeah, sorry. Do you know when I can expect him back?"
"No, Sebastien, he ran out of here fast. I'm sorry," John said and hung up his phone. He didn't sound sorry.
I sighed and sat back into the couch, wondering where he could be. It kind of bothers me that I don't know where he is; I'm certain he would have told me if he had plans for today. This kind of worried me a bit and I stood up, tapping the phone against my thigh as I walked back through the kitchen and hung it up. Where could David be? I walked up the stairs to my room and slouched at my desk, looking at a notebook with a page of doodles and then spotted my cell phone sitting down, still hooked to it's charger and the screen showing me that I had a new text message. Picking up the phone, I looked and saw that the message was from David and quickly read it.
"-Message 8-
Guess where
From: David
12:33pm 7/12/04"
What the hell? "'Guess where'?" I repeated the message to myself. Drawing a blank guess, I shook my head and dialed David's number on my phone; my guess is he's got to have it with him if he sent the message. The ring went off four times before an automated voice came on the line to say David's phone wasn't available; he must have turned it off.
I leaned back into my desk chair, trying to think of where he might be. The park, smartass. He's at the park. Of course. I don't understand why I hadn't suspected that earlier but nevertheless, I got up quickly with every intention of heading down there now. As I ran down the stairs and reached for my shoes that sat by the front door, my mother came out of the study and leaned up against the banister.
"Going out?"
"Yes," I said breathlessly from the run and tied my shoes, "I'm going to see David."
She was quiet and spoke shortly, "In this weather?"
I stood up and opened the door, surprised to see that it had actually stopped raining. Laughing, I turned back to her and shrugged. She shook her head and I kisses her cheek before I ran outside and turned down the street for the Stadium. I can't believe I'm running through countless puddles, under a sky that looks as if it's about to burst at any second just so I can see David. I'm a dumbass. He might not even be there. Okay so there's a more than likely chance that he is but what if 'Guess where' had implied that he was in my closet or something? I'm not even going to think about that anymore.
After running the whole way to the stadiums I finally reached the Lincoln Park and began to repeat to myself that the baseball field wasn't much farther. "Just another few parking lots," I whispered just as I felt a raindrop hit my head. "Shit." Another raindrop hit my arm and I saw the spots of large drops hit puddles around the sidewalk. I picked up my pace and stopped at the corner to let an SUV pass by before I crossed the street; in that time, it had began to pour just like it had been before and I was already completely soaked to the bone. I ran up to the stadium and took a key I'd taken from my dad and opened one of the gate locks.
I ran around the ground level, glad that the rain was no longer hitting me and I called out David's name. There's very little chance that he could hear me, but, I figured I had to try. I shivered and rubbed my arms, for some crazy reason it's colder standing out of the rain than standing in the rain. Not seeing him anywhere in my sight, I stepped down the stairs of the level and looked around to see if I could spot David sitting in any random chairs. Not on the first level from what I can see. Looking up, I scanned over the reserved box windows and stopped when I saw a figure standing down the stairs and leaning on the rail in front of the last box.
I thought to myself that this had to be David and made my way over to the elevator, not actually knowing if it would work or not. A little surprised when the doors opened, I disregarded that and stepped in and hit the button to take me up to the level I saw David on. The elevator took me up to the Hall of Fame section and I got out and stepped onto the dry carpet, my feet making soggy watermarks on the blue fabric.
"David!" I called his name, hoping that maybe he'd come in by now and I could meet him halfway, seeing as it would mean walking around halfway around the field to get to where David stood. "David!" I picked up my pace into a jog and glanced around the hallway as I headed for the section where I believed David to be, still looking down each doorway just in case I were to see that he moved. Finally reaching the places where I'd seen David I ran up and opened the glass door and, sure enough, saw that he was leaning against the end of the rail, standing amongst the wet chairs.
"David," I called down to him, getting his attention. He turned around and saw me begin to walk down the stairs, mine being somewhat covered by an overhang, they weren't so wet. David watched as I got to about the middle of the rows before he suddenly turned around and ran down the bottom of the row. I ran down to the bottom where he was ad turned to run after him. "David, where are you going?" Why on Earth he's running away is the biggest question in my head now, as this is pretty much no time for games. I just ran all the way here and now I'm running up these cement steps after David.
He ran through the chairs and then back into the building, the way I'd came out, just as I slipped on the steps. I cursed under my breath and stood up, running in through the door just to see him disappear around the hall. "David, you fuck, stop running!" I called down and ran through the hall, back where I'd come from before and panted, running low on energy by this point. I ran down the hall for a bit more and saw his footprints ahead of me and then saw him working his way at the glass doors leading out to the open area in front of the entrance to the Hall of Fame. "David!" I called and began to sprint after him, half completely pissed off at him for running and then also half curious as to why he's running; something's got to be wrong.
I caught up to the door just as it was about to close, saving me a ton of time, not to mention the time I'd gotten back when David had to pause to open it. He seemed to run across the court, heading for the handicapped ramp and I sprinted as fast as I could to catch up with him. As he got to the railing I lunged at him and grabbed him around the waist, shoving him into the rail. He fell and gave a small struggle with me before finally giving up and huffing, leaning back against the pole.
"What the hell, David?" I asked and sat down next to him, not caring anymore that the rain hadn't let up in the slightest and we were both getting showered on at this second. "David," I pleaded and held onto his arm, "what is it?"
He sighed and looked down with an angry look on his face. "Do, do you remember last week when John came up here and took me home?"
If only he knew how well I remembered that night. "Yeah," I said slowly and scooted closer to him, as the rain pounding down made it difficult to hear him. "What about it? What happened?"
David's face grimaced and he lifted his hand up to wipe his face of the water, his hair being pushed off to the side. "That night on the way home, he, he asked me about my mom."
"Your mom?"
"Mhmm." He nodded and picked at his thumbnail. "You know how, how a guy asks a girl's dad if he can marry her? Well, John knows my grandpa's dead so," he huffed and roughly adjusted his position and I swear I heard him sniffle, "so he asked me."
Now, my opinion of John has never been perfect. Personally, I don't like the guy and would rather he just walk out of the city and never come back rather than spend even one more night living in that house with David and his mom, nevertheless, I cannot say that I don't see the what he does in David's mom. She is very nice and caring and it isn't a shock that the man likes her enough to want to marry her. Still, that doesn't mean I have to approve of him. And this next thought is obviously relevant only in my dreams but, I wouldn't want him as a father-in-law either. Not that that's of any importance.
Still, at the thought of David's mom being happily married I smiled and gave a small laugh, reaching up to brush my sopping bangs out of my face. "What did you say?"
"I told the fucking bastard no," David said shortly.
I coughed a laugh, "You did?"
"Yeah," he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "I told him that I'd rather cut my leg off than see him marry my mom."
I moved closer, certain that I heard him correctly but sure that that wasn't the best response he could have given him. "And then what did he say?"
David bit his lip and hung his head, his face going into his hands. "He didn't say anything else about it." David looked at me and his voice held the most bitter tone I've ever heard. "But she told me the oh-so-fucking wonderful news this morning." My eyes widened. "The son of a bitch asked her anyway!" He screamed and kicked his foot out in front of where we sat. "And she said yes! I don't want that asshole to marry her!"
"David," I put my arm on his shoulder as he'd begun to clench his fists together and swing his limbs shortly. "David, it's okay."
"No it isn't, Sebastien!" He yelled and snatched my hand off of his arm. "It's not okay, it isn't alright, I don't want him to marry my mom, he cannot marry my mother!" He swung his arms around and his clothes made sloshing sounds as his sleeves hit against my clothes and the pole. I struggled against him, trying to get him to sit still and calm him down. Once I got hold of his wrists I pulled down his arms and did the only thing I could think of which was to hug him. You know, the way they say that if a baby has a tantrum you can only take care of it one of two ways: one being to let the baby go and scream until they tire themselves out and fall asleep; or two, which is to hold the baby as close as possible so they can't lash out at all.
I pulled him closer to me and wrapped my arms around him so they were over his shoulders, restricting him from picking them up. My one hand rubbed his back while the other ran through his hair. Soon enough I felt him give in and stop struggling, instead he wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. Although I couldn't see his face and the rain that still pounded down on us made it unable to hear him, I could have bet anything he was crying.
I sat there and rubbed his back, occasionally moving my hand to my face so that I could wipe the water from my eyes when I began to feel just a little bit awkward. I'm not really sure exactly what made me feel that way, although I must admit it was a rather awkward scene for me to be holding my best friend, whom I fancy and am sure is crying. Just then I noticed something that probably was the cause of my awkward feeling. David had moved his head, raising it a bit and his forehead was pressed against my head.
I loosened my grip on David a little and pulled back slightly. Raindrops fell into my eyes and I blinked, able to see a blurry figure of David as he pulled back too. I rubbed my hand over my face and cleared my eyes, seeing David looking at me and confirming my suspicion that he'd cried. My eyes softened and I reached up, pulling some fallen hair out of his left eye and once I let my hand down he leaned over and kissed me. His hands were still around my back and he tugged me closer when he kissed me. My hands which rested at his sides looped around him and I ran my hands ran over his back, one, again, ruffled lightly through his hair. What is it with me and boys with long hair?
Thunder sounded overhead, the first all day since around the time I'd woken up and both David and myself jumped. Not jumped back, mind you, more like flinched, only making us grip each other tighter as we kissed. Our lips parted slightly and I got a small taste of the rain on David's mouth, again remembering that the drops still beat down hard.
It thundered again and David began to pull back after a few seconds. In the time it took to blink I'd already begun to panic. He's disgusted! He can't believe we just did that. He'll hit me now for doing that to him. To my great surprise, when David pulled away, all he did was sneeze. I smiled weakly and looked at him, rubbing my hand over his shoulder.
"You're going to get sick if you stay out in this," I said as two of my fingers picked at his sleep which clung to his arm from the wet. I think it's best if I just change the subject.
"I think I am," he stated simply and began to shake his head. "I don't want to go home sick!" He raised his voice some as the rain came down around us harder. He shook his head meekly. "I don't want to go home."
I blinked and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him out of his limp pose and watched his head roll. "Come with me then. My mom won't send you home if you get sick while you're there."
David nodded and sniffled again, rubbing his nose with his sleeve.
"Let's get out of here!" I yelled over another bolt of thunder and leaned back, pulling on his arm. David gripped my wrist and I stopped moving, sitting back down and looking at him. He leaned forward and kissed me again. Okay. Yes. That was a shock. He pulled back and I looked at him quizzically.
"Hey, Seb?"
"Y-yeah?"
"I think it might be contagious."
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Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: PG-13 (will rise)
Category: Angst, Humor
Warning: Slash, Adult Language
Pairing: Sebastien/David
Summary: Summer spent at the ball park.
Disclaimer:
Disclaimer: I do not own David or Sebastien. All other characters are mine unless otherwise noted.
A/n: I'm home from vacation, I hated it, hooray I am back. This chapter is kind of cute.
See the picture that inspired the title here.
Enjoy!
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BOFBAB :: 05
A loud clash of thunder had woken me up early this morning, interrupting a nice dream which had involved cake. It sucked, really, because I hadn't even gotten cake before I was shaken from my sleep. This leaves me where I am now, rummaging through my kitchen cabinets looking for cake. Or cupcakes. Or basically any pastry because it's a vague craving. After finding nothing to fulfill my want for cake, I sat down at the table just as my mom walked into the kitchen.
"Hey, Mom, do you feel at all up to making a cake?"
She turned around from looking through the refrigerator and raised her eyebrow at me. "Not exactly, Sebastien; why don't you make a cake?"
I laughed and shook my head, knowing very well she's aware that I wouldn't risk baking a cake, and stood up to look out the window. It wasn't thundering so loud as it had been when I woke up a few hours ago, now it was just raining. Lots and lots of heavy rain that kind of created a sheet of water over the road and made it look like it was almost a river. Really kind of cool.
"You should," she said and I turned around to look at her as if she'd just suggested that I study. "What? You're obviously not going out today. The Phillies got over their home stay yesterday - that's right, I know about that two-week stretch ending - so you won't be going to the stadium and, besides, I doubt you could even get to David's in this rain."
I thought about what she'd said for a moment. It is true that I wouldn't want to manage a walk to David's in this, but all the same, I have no idea what to do now that I'm not spending the day at the park. David and I have spent every day since the Fourth of July at the park with no interruptions from John, or anyone else for that matter. It's been a week and in that spot of time, I have yet to tell David about Kai. Sure, he asked what I'd done after he had to leave on the holiday but I'd only danced around the details by saying that I'd hung around for a while and talked to some random kids before I left. All of which is true.
"I know," I shook my head and walked into the living room, flicking on the television. Today really is going to suck if I can't see David. We were the only kids to live closer to the stadiums than we did to the school we went to so we weren't exactly near anyone else we knew from school. David was the only person I ever hung out with outside of school, seeing as how he was closest, unless someone else was to drive over. Of course, living near the stadiums means traffic a lot of the time so no one ever wanted to battle through that. Seeing as how I can't go through all of that though, I flipped channels and landed on a cartoon of Bugs Bunny sitting in a big cauldron while a fat green witch ran away into the next room to fix him a poisoned carrot, bobby pins flying out of her hair practically every time se moved.
After the cartoon had ended and I marveled at how Bugs Bunny will, no matter what, always escape a deadly situation, I looked out the window and saw that the rain had lifted into a slow drizzle. I took this as a chance to maybe get David over here before it started to rain again and my mom would say she didn't want him walking over in this. I hopped over the back of the couch and ran into the kitchen to grab the phone off of it's place on the wall at the other side of the room and ran down the hall out of that side of the kitchen. I took a step back and glanced at my mom sitting in the Study. Funny, Dad's usually in there around this time.
"Mom, I'm calling David to invite him over before the rain picks back up." She didn't have any time to answer when I circled through the front of the house and jumped back on the couch, already half through with dialing David's phone number.
One ring... two rings... three rings... four rings...
"Hello?" John's voice picked up.
"Uhm, hi," I stammered into the phone and swallowed, "this is Sebastien. May I talk to David?"
"David's not here, Sebastien."
I looked down at the phone in my hand and blinked. David not be at home? It was just storming outside not a half hour ago; where would he be?
"H-He isn't?"
"No, Sebastien. David ran out of here about an hour ago." An hour? An hour ago, I was looking for cake and the street in front of my house seemed like it was about to flood. "Sebastien?"
"Uhm, yeah, sorry. Do you know when I can expect him back?"
"No, Sebastien, he ran out of here fast. I'm sorry," John said and hung up his phone. He didn't sound sorry.
I sighed and sat back into the couch, wondering where he could be. It kind of bothers me that I don't know where he is; I'm certain he would have told me if he had plans for today. This kind of worried me a bit and I stood up, tapping the phone against my thigh as I walked back through the kitchen and hung it up. Where could David be? I walked up the stairs to my room and slouched at my desk, looking at a notebook with a page of doodles and then spotted my cell phone sitting down, still hooked to it's charger and the screen showing me that I had a new text message. Picking up the phone, I looked and saw that the message was from David and quickly read it.
"-Message 8-
Guess where
From: David
12:33pm 7/12/04"
What the hell? "'Guess where'?" I repeated the message to myself. Drawing a blank guess, I shook my head and dialed David's number on my phone; my guess is he's got to have it with him if he sent the message. The ring went off four times before an automated voice came on the line to say David's phone wasn't available; he must have turned it off.
I leaned back into my desk chair, trying to think of where he might be. The park, smartass. He's at the park. Of course. I don't understand why I hadn't suspected that earlier but nevertheless, I got up quickly with every intention of heading down there now. As I ran down the stairs and reached for my shoes that sat by the front door, my mother came out of the study and leaned up against the banister.
"Going out?"
"Yes," I said breathlessly from the run and tied my shoes, "I'm going to see David."
She was quiet and spoke shortly, "In this weather?"
I stood up and opened the door, surprised to see that it had actually stopped raining. Laughing, I turned back to her and shrugged. She shook her head and I kisses her cheek before I ran outside and turned down the street for the Stadium. I can't believe I'm running through countless puddles, under a sky that looks as if it's about to burst at any second just so I can see David. I'm a dumbass. He might not even be there. Okay so there's a more than likely chance that he is but what if 'Guess where' had implied that he was in my closet or something? I'm not even going to think about that anymore.
After running the whole way to the stadiums I finally reached the Lincoln Park and began to repeat to myself that the baseball field wasn't much farther. "Just another few parking lots," I whispered just as I felt a raindrop hit my head. "Shit." Another raindrop hit my arm and I saw the spots of large drops hit puddles around the sidewalk. I picked up my pace and stopped at the corner to let an SUV pass by before I crossed the street; in that time, it had began to pour just like it had been before and I was already completely soaked to the bone. I ran up to the stadium and took a key I'd taken from my dad and opened one of the gate locks.
I ran around the ground level, glad that the rain was no longer hitting me and I called out David's name. There's very little chance that he could hear me, but, I figured I had to try. I shivered and rubbed my arms, for some crazy reason it's colder standing out of the rain than standing in the rain. Not seeing him anywhere in my sight, I stepped down the stairs of the level and looked around to see if I could spot David sitting in any random chairs. Not on the first level from what I can see. Looking up, I scanned over the reserved box windows and stopped when I saw a figure standing down the stairs and leaning on the rail in front of the last box.
I thought to myself that this had to be David and made my way over to the elevator, not actually knowing if it would work or not. A little surprised when the doors opened, I disregarded that and stepped in and hit the button to take me up to the level I saw David on. The elevator took me up to the Hall of Fame section and I got out and stepped onto the dry carpet, my feet making soggy watermarks on the blue fabric.
"David!" I called his name, hoping that maybe he'd come in by now and I could meet him halfway, seeing as it would mean walking around halfway around the field to get to where David stood. "David!" I picked up my pace into a jog and glanced around the hallway as I headed for the section where I believed David to be, still looking down each doorway just in case I were to see that he moved. Finally reaching the places where I'd seen David I ran up and opened the glass door and, sure enough, saw that he was leaning against the end of the rail, standing amongst the wet chairs.
"David," I called down to him, getting his attention. He turned around and saw me begin to walk down the stairs, mine being somewhat covered by an overhang, they weren't so wet. David watched as I got to about the middle of the rows before he suddenly turned around and ran down the bottom of the row. I ran down to the bottom where he was ad turned to run after him. "David, where are you going?" Why on Earth he's running away is the biggest question in my head now, as this is pretty much no time for games. I just ran all the way here and now I'm running up these cement steps after David.
He ran through the chairs and then back into the building, the way I'd came out, just as I slipped on the steps. I cursed under my breath and stood up, running in through the door just to see him disappear around the hall. "David, you fuck, stop running!" I called down and ran through the hall, back where I'd come from before and panted, running low on energy by this point. I ran down the hall for a bit more and saw his footprints ahead of me and then saw him working his way at the glass doors leading out to the open area in front of the entrance to the Hall of Fame. "David!" I called and began to sprint after him, half completely pissed off at him for running and then also half curious as to why he's running; something's got to be wrong.
I caught up to the door just as it was about to close, saving me a ton of time, not to mention the time I'd gotten back when David had to pause to open it. He seemed to run across the court, heading for the handicapped ramp and I sprinted as fast as I could to catch up with him. As he got to the railing I lunged at him and grabbed him around the waist, shoving him into the rail. He fell and gave a small struggle with me before finally giving up and huffing, leaning back against the pole.
"What the hell, David?" I asked and sat down next to him, not caring anymore that the rain hadn't let up in the slightest and we were both getting showered on at this second. "David," I pleaded and held onto his arm, "what is it?"
He sighed and looked down with an angry look on his face. "Do, do you remember last week when John came up here and took me home?"
If only he knew how well I remembered that night. "Yeah," I said slowly and scooted closer to him, as the rain pounding down made it difficult to hear him. "What about it? What happened?"
David's face grimaced and he lifted his hand up to wipe his face of the water, his hair being pushed off to the side. "That night on the way home, he, he asked me about my mom."
"Your mom?"
"Mhmm." He nodded and picked at his thumbnail. "You know how, how a guy asks a girl's dad if he can marry her? Well, John knows my grandpa's dead so," he huffed and roughly adjusted his position and I swear I heard him sniffle, "so he asked me."
Now, my opinion of John has never been perfect. Personally, I don't like the guy and would rather he just walk out of the city and never come back rather than spend even one more night living in that house with David and his mom, nevertheless, I cannot say that I don't see the what he does in David's mom. She is very nice and caring and it isn't a shock that the man likes her enough to want to marry her. Still, that doesn't mean I have to approve of him. And this next thought is obviously relevant only in my dreams but, I wouldn't want him as a father-in-law either. Not that that's of any importance.
Still, at the thought of David's mom being happily married I smiled and gave a small laugh, reaching up to brush my sopping bangs out of my face. "What did you say?"
"I told the fucking bastard no," David said shortly.
I coughed a laugh, "You did?"
"Yeah," he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "I told him that I'd rather cut my leg off than see him marry my mom."
I moved closer, certain that I heard him correctly but sure that that wasn't the best response he could have given him. "And then what did he say?"
David bit his lip and hung his head, his face going into his hands. "He didn't say anything else about it." David looked at me and his voice held the most bitter tone I've ever heard. "But she told me the oh-so-fucking wonderful news this morning." My eyes widened. "The son of a bitch asked her anyway!" He screamed and kicked his foot out in front of where we sat. "And she said yes! I don't want that asshole to marry her!"
"David," I put my arm on his shoulder as he'd begun to clench his fists together and swing his limbs shortly. "David, it's okay."
"No it isn't, Sebastien!" He yelled and snatched my hand off of his arm. "It's not okay, it isn't alright, I don't want him to marry my mom, he cannot marry my mother!" He swung his arms around and his clothes made sloshing sounds as his sleeves hit against my clothes and the pole. I struggled against him, trying to get him to sit still and calm him down. Once I got hold of his wrists I pulled down his arms and did the only thing I could think of which was to hug him. You know, the way they say that if a baby has a tantrum you can only take care of it one of two ways: one being to let the baby go and scream until they tire themselves out and fall asleep; or two, which is to hold the baby as close as possible so they can't lash out at all.
I pulled him closer to me and wrapped my arms around him so they were over his shoulders, restricting him from picking them up. My one hand rubbed his back while the other ran through his hair. Soon enough I felt him give in and stop struggling, instead he wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. Although I couldn't see his face and the rain that still pounded down on us made it unable to hear him, I could have bet anything he was crying.
I sat there and rubbed his back, occasionally moving my hand to my face so that I could wipe the water from my eyes when I began to feel just a little bit awkward. I'm not really sure exactly what made me feel that way, although I must admit it was a rather awkward scene for me to be holding my best friend, whom I fancy and am sure is crying. Just then I noticed something that probably was the cause of my awkward feeling. David had moved his head, raising it a bit and his forehead was pressed against my head.
I loosened my grip on David a little and pulled back slightly. Raindrops fell into my eyes and I blinked, able to see a blurry figure of David as he pulled back too. I rubbed my hand over my face and cleared my eyes, seeing David looking at me and confirming my suspicion that he'd cried. My eyes softened and I reached up, pulling some fallen hair out of his left eye and once I let my hand down he leaned over and kissed me. His hands were still around my back and he tugged me closer when he kissed me. My hands which rested at his sides looped around him and I ran my hands ran over his back, one, again, ruffled lightly through his hair. What is it with me and boys with long hair?
Thunder sounded overhead, the first all day since around the time I'd woken up and both David and myself jumped. Not jumped back, mind you, more like flinched, only making us grip each other tighter as we kissed. Our lips parted slightly and I got a small taste of the rain on David's mouth, again remembering that the drops still beat down hard.
It thundered again and David began to pull back after a few seconds. In the time it took to blink I'd already begun to panic. He's disgusted! He can't believe we just did that. He'll hit me now for doing that to him. To my great surprise, when David pulled away, all he did was sneeze. I smiled weakly and looked at him, rubbing my hand over his shoulder.
"You're going to get sick if you stay out in this," I said as two of my fingers picked at his sleep which clung to his arm from the wet. I think it's best if I just change the subject.
"I think I am," he stated simply and began to shake his head. "I don't want to go home sick!" He raised his voice some as the rain came down around us harder. He shook his head meekly. "I don't want to go home."
I blinked and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him out of his limp pose and watched his head roll. "Come with me then. My mom won't send you home if you get sick while you're there."
David nodded and sniffled again, rubbing his nose with his sleeve.
"Let's get out of here!" I yelled over another bolt of thunder and leaned back, pulling on his arm. David gripped my wrist and I stopped moving, sitting back down and looking at him. He leaned forward and kissed me again. Okay. Yes. That was a shock. He pulled back and I looked at him quizzically.
"Hey, Seb?"
"Y-yeah?"
"I think it might be contagious."
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