Lost Cause
Title: Lost Cause
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: PG-13 (because a 12-year-old might not follow the conversation so well)
Category: Angst, Humor, Fluff
Warning: Slash
Pairing: Chuck/Pie
Summary: [Standalone]
But what's so wrong with it?
Dedication: _daretoglance
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Chuck or Pierre.
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Lost Cause
Charles Comeau paced the room anxiously, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand and shaking his head. The beat of his heart raced as the heat on his cheeks slowly crept to his ears and they turned a light pink shade. He groaned and continued to pace his room, the picture frame on the dresser which held a photo of he and his brother shaking with every step that he took.
"Would you just sit down already," the voice of Pierre Bouvier, his best friend and then some of the past seven-or-so years, came up from where he sat on the floor surrounded by a pile of linens coming from an overturned clothes basket. "You're going to wear a hole in your rug if you keep pacing." He shook his head and moved another pile of papers and index cards to the side of him before looking back up at Chuck with a look pleading him to sit.
Charles shook his head, lightly pulling on his short neck hairs. "It's just so..." he broke off and huffed. "It's so irritating the way he does that. Every time something, even the slightest and most innocent thing concerning homosexuality comes up in that class he gets that disgusted look on his face and sneers."
"He doesn't always sneer, Chuck."
"Well I'm sure if he doesn't show a sneer then he's at least doing it mentally." Pierre rolled his eyes and shook his head. "What? You can't tell me that you haven't noticed."
"I have, I have, don't think I'm that much of a slacker not to notice when my teacher makes a comment that offends me and obviously upsets someone I care about." Chuck rose an eyebrow and cocked his head. Pierre sighed, "You don't think others can't see it? Chuck, you tense up and glare every time he does that; it's like you two are ready to go for a throw-down when he notices and stares back at you."
Charles lifted his hand and index finger, "That's the other thing about it. I know that he knows! Maybe he can't tell about us but I am one-hundred percent sure that he can sense how much it bothers me and that's why he always looks at me after he makes a comment. Just to piss me off."
Pierre shook his head and rubbed his forehead, "Well, you do glare back at him. Even if he doesn't know you're gay it is completely obvious that it irritates you."
"You're such a help, you know that? And look at all of this!" He gestured to the piles of papers and note cards scattered on the rug in front of Pierre. "You see this? Our research papers for him. I'll now have to work my ass off twice as hard on mine to make it so that there's not a chance in Hell that he could give me an unfair grade based solely on the fact that he dislikes my sexual preferences." Chuck scoffed and turned back to his pacing.
"Would you calm down," Pierre reached out for Chuck's ankle but only ended up with his palm hitting the floor as his friend stepped past in his pacing tracks, not noticing the effort made to stop him. "I don't like to see you this way. Working yourself to the bone over this paper because you're paranoid that the teacher will fail you just because you have feelings for a guy. You're stressing yourself out over this."
"I just don't see what he - or anyone else, for that matter - can find so wrong about homosexuality." Chuck frowned and turned again. "I don't see how there's anything wrong with finding someone who makes you happy when that someone happens to be of the same gender."
"Would you sit down?" Pierre groaned and tugged Chuck's pant leg. Charles looked back and sighed. "Some people just think that since the way was always to fall in love with someone of the opposite sex then that's the way it should be. Traditional or something, I guess." He said as Chuck sat down next to him, leaning back on a particularly comfortable pile of sheets.
Chuck smirked, "Well if you want to go there about it, back in the traditional says that I think you're speaking of I'll have you know that most of those marriages and relationships were probably arranged and I'd be willing to bet my entire life's savings that at least ten percent of the people involved were closeted homosexuals."
"Valid point."
"Yes, " Chuck nodded and continued, "and they were just going along with the entire arrangements because they were afraid of what would happen if they ever dared go back against society."
"And there lies the difference between them and us," Pierre stated as Chuck looked up at him questioningly. "Their society looked down on the idea of homosexuals just as ours does but the difference is that they went along with their society and we're going against ours. Those guys might have been willing to conform but I'm not."
Charles smiled and looked down at his feet and at the countless sheets of paper on the floor as the thought that he'd have to arrange them all into their correct piles crossed his mind and he let out a groan. "I still don't see what's wrong with it. Why he's got to hate us so much. What is it that I've ever done that could make him so mad?"
"Chuck, do you really want me to name off what you've done that could make him not like the idea of you being gay?"
The heat on the back of his neck spread to the base of Chuck's cheeks as they turned an even darker shade of pink than his ears had been.
"I didn't think so." Another soft smile spread on Chuck's face and he laughed lightly. "Look, it's not like it matters much anyway, right? That last time I checked, I liked you and not much is going to change that so, as far as I'm concerned, he can make all of the anti-gay comments he wants and sneer at me as much as he'd like to, it's not as though I'll just randomly up-and decide to leave you and go after the head cheerleader."
"Isn't one of the cheerleading captains a guy?"
"Shh..." Pierre smiled and put a hand over Chuck's mouth and rang his arm around Chuck's shoulders. "You'll ruin the effect of my chivalrous efforts. The point is, nothing he says or does - not even an 'F' on my research paper - would change my sexuality. I'm gay and although not open, happy."
Charles scoffed and shook his head, leaning back onto Pierre's arm. "So, tell me, how did you end up being so smart and articulate but you can still act like such a dumbass?"
Pierre chortled, "Shut up. You like this dumbass," he smiled and kissed Chuck, the both of them leaning back onto the pile of sheets. Charles grinned into the kiss and stretched out on the rug, mindlessly kicking over a pile of note cards.
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Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: PG-13 (because a 12-year-old might not follow the conversation so well)
Category: Angst, Humor, Fluff
Warning: Slash
Pairing: Chuck/Pie
Summary: [Standalone]
But what's so wrong with it?
Dedication: _daretoglance
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Chuck or Pierre.
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Lost Cause
Charles Comeau paced the room anxiously, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand and shaking his head. The beat of his heart raced as the heat on his cheeks slowly crept to his ears and they turned a light pink shade. He groaned and continued to pace his room, the picture frame on the dresser which held a photo of he and his brother shaking with every step that he took.
"Would you just sit down already," the voice of Pierre Bouvier, his best friend and then some of the past seven-or-so years, came up from where he sat on the floor surrounded by a pile of linens coming from an overturned clothes basket. "You're going to wear a hole in your rug if you keep pacing." He shook his head and moved another pile of papers and index cards to the side of him before looking back up at Chuck with a look pleading him to sit.
Charles shook his head, lightly pulling on his short neck hairs. "It's just so..." he broke off and huffed. "It's so irritating the way he does that. Every time something, even the slightest and most innocent thing concerning homosexuality comes up in that class he gets that disgusted look on his face and sneers."
"He doesn't always sneer, Chuck."
"Well I'm sure if he doesn't show a sneer then he's at least doing it mentally." Pierre rolled his eyes and shook his head. "What? You can't tell me that you haven't noticed."
"I have, I have, don't think I'm that much of a slacker not to notice when my teacher makes a comment that offends me and obviously upsets someone I care about." Chuck rose an eyebrow and cocked his head. Pierre sighed, "You don't think others can't see it? Chuck, you tense up and glare every time he does that; it's like you two are ready to go for a throw-down when he notices and stares back at you."
Charles lifted his hand and index finger, "That's the other thing about it. I know that he knows! Maybe he can't tell about us but I am one-hundred percent sure that he can sense how much it bothers me and that's why he always looks at me after he makes a comment. Just to piss me off."
Pierre shook his head and rubbed his forehead, "Well, you do glare back at him. Even if he doesn't know you're gay it is completely obvious that it irritates you."
"You're such a help, you know that? And look at all of this!" He gestured to the piles of papers and note cards scattered on the rug in front of Pierre. "You see this? Our research papers for him. I'll now have to work my ass off twice as hard on mine to make it so that there's not a chance in Hell that he could give me an unfair grade based solely on the fact that he dislikes my sexual preferences." Chuck scoffed and turned back to his pacing.
"Would you calm down," Pierre reached out for Chuck's ankle but only ended up with his palm hitting the floor as his friend stepped past in his pacing tracks, not noticing the effort made to stop him. "I don't like to see you this way. Working yourself to the bone over this paper because you're paranoid that the teacher will fail you just because you have feelings for a guy. You're stressing yourself out over this."
"I just don't see what he - or anyone else, for that matter - can find so wrong about homosexuality." Chuck frowned and turned again. "I don't see how there's anything wrong with finding someone who makes you happy when that someone happens to be of the same gender."
"Would you sit down?" Pierre groaned and tugged Chuck's pant leg. Charles looked back and sighed. "Some people just think that since the way was always to fall in love with someone of the opposite sex then that's the way it should be. Traditional or something, I guess." He said as Chuck sat down next to him, leaning back on a particularly comfortable pile of sheets.
Chuck smirked, "Well if you want to go there about it, back in the traditional says that I think you're speaking of I'll have you know that most of those marriages and relationships were probably arranged and I'd be willing to bet my entire life's savings that at least ten percent of the people involved were closeted homosexuals."
"Valid point."
"Yes, " Chuck nodded and continued, "and they were just going along with the entire arrangements because they were afraid of what would happen if they ever dared go back against society."
"And there lies the difference between them and us," Pierre stated as Chuck looked up at him questioningly. "Their society looked down on the idea of homosexuals just as ours does but the difference is that they went along with their society and we're going against ours. Those guys might have been willing to conform but I'm not."
Charles smiled and looked down at his feet and at the countless sheets of paper on the floor as the thought that he'd have to arrange them all into their correct piles crossed his mind and he let out a groan. "I still don't see what's wrong with it. Why he's got to hate us so much. What is it that I've ever done that could make him so mad?"
"Chuck, do you really want me to name off what you've done that could make him not like the idea of you being gay?"
The heat on the back of his neck spread to the base of Chuck's cheeks as they turned an even darker shade of pink than his ears had been.
"I didn't think so." Another soft smile spread on Chuck's face and he laughed lightly. "Look, it's not like it matters much anyway, right? That last time I checked, I liked you and not much is going to change that so, as far as I'm concerned, he can make all of the anti-gay comments he wants and sneer at me as much as he'd like to, it's not as though I'll just randomly up-and decide to leave you and go after the head cheerleader."
"Isn't one of the cheerleading captains a guy?"
"Shh..." Pierre smiled and put a hand over Chuck's mouth and rang his arm around Chuck's shoulders. "You'll ruin the effect of my chivalrous efforts. The point is, nothing he says or does - not even an 'F' on my research paper - would change my sexuality. I'm gay and although not open, happy."
Charles scoffed and shook his head, leaning back onto Pierre's arm. "So, tell me, how did you end up being so smart and articulate but you can still act like such a dumbass?"
Pierre chortled, "Shut up. You like this dumbass," he smiled and kissed Chuck, the both of them leaning back onto the pile of sheets. Charles grinned into the kiss and stretched out on the rug, mindlessly kicking over a pile of note cards.
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