All I Want for Christmas
Title: All I Want for Christmas
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: PG
Category: Fluff
Warning: Slash
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Note: I started this a long time ago for the holiday contest but never finished it. Finished now though so, hooray!
Dedication: spurnd because all I could think about was her Pierre/SebastienDavid fic "Pixie Dust" toward the end of writing this.
Summary: [Standalone]
Who doesn't love the holidays.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys of Simple Plan.
I only suspect and wish that this is true.
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All I Want for Christmas
The mall busied about them as David and Sebastien sat in the food court of their local mall and shared a small carton of French fries. A sullen look plastered itself upon their faces as David nibbled the end of a spud and looked at the imitation-marble table while Sebastien stared off into space, thinking.
"So, when do you all leave for your Grandmother's?" Sebastien asked, breaking the technical silence that the two had created between themselves.
David sighed, finishing off another spud and then sticking his thumb into his mouth, consciously trying not to bite his nail. "Tomorrow night after my shift."
"What?" Sebastien nearly shrieked, making David wince and the surrounding people glance over. "David," he hissed and lowered his voice, glaring around them to assure their audience was no longer paying attention, "you said your shift was, like, twelve to seven."
"Eight," David added with a tone that would sound hopeful if he thought it held any hope at all. He knew it didn't though.
Sebastien sighed and shook his head. "That's not fair, David," he blurted in a small whine. "You know I'm going to be working all morning and then I've got to go out after; this means we won't get to see each other tomorrow-or on Christmas."
"I know that, Seb," David murmured.
Huffing, Sebastien sat back in his seat and rubbed his forehead with his hand, thinking aloud to himself, "And we won't even get to exchange our gifts until you get back and that's not until Wednesday -"
"Jesus, Sebastien, I know that!" David whipped and slapped his hand onto the table, making the carton of French fries shake and spectators to take notice again. They would have to qualms of being considered rude for watching the scene; nothing could raise more reason other than two teenage boys dressed in their occupational Mall Elf garb arguing. "Don't you think I figured that when my parents told me that after I called them during our lunch break today?"
Sebastien shied away and looked up at David, a little embarrassed.
"Look, we've got to get back now anyway, let's just drop it, alright? Here," he tossed a pair of pale, latex ears to Sebastien and grabbed his own, "take your ears, you've still got another two hours to work tonight."
Grabbing his own small, blue hat from the table and stuffing it under his arm along with the ears, Sebastien stood up and followed after David as he'd already started to leave. "David," he called meekly as he wove through the crowd after his friend and only managed to catch up to him when they'd reached the Santa's Workshop station and David rushed off to his desk for Photo Processing after half-listening to only a few words in which Sebastien spent trying to explain what he'd said; that he hadn't meant anything as uncouth as it'd come out. Defeated, Sebastien went to his own place of hosting the children that waited in line.
David was let off his shift early and when it came time for Sebastien to go home, he was only a little put off to find that David hadn't waited for him.
**
Sebastien strode through the mall, rubbing his hands together as he'd just gotten in from the cold outside. He had an plan, and he knew it could probably work. Not all that many people would be visiting Santa on Christmas Eve-especially not this late; it was six o'clock; they could do with being one elf short for the next two hours.
He walked through the crowd, the walkways were a bit thinner than usual, especially around the holidays, and Sebastien could see part of the Santa's Workshop from down the way. Pulling the strap of the bag he had slung over his shoulder, Sebastien walked up to the line for waiting to see Santa. A little girl standing in front of him gave him a smart look and Sebastien merely smiled to her and waited his turn in line while stealing a few glances over to the photo processing booth where David was working next to another elf.
After a bit of waiting, Sebastien finally found that it was his turn to speak with Santa. He nodded to the Host Elf, who merely stifled a laugh and looked away as he walked over to Santa, who was being played by a boy he'd known from school, and sat on his lap.
"Seb, what the hell are you doing here?" Pierre hissed and promptly covered his whispers with his loud, Santa laugh.
"Getting my present from Santa," he stated simply and shrugged.
Pierre pointed a look and Sebastien could see his eyes scowling from behind the fluffy white beard. "You know I don't give gifts."
Sebastien smirked, "Oh, but you can definitely give me mine."
Santa's eyebrow raised curiously. "Aren't you seeing the Photo Elf?" He asked, earning him a slap on the shoulder.
"Exactly."
"Point being?"
"First, I want you to understand," Sebastien began, "that I have my suit right in here." He held up his bag and patted it gently for emphasis. "If you refuse, I pull out the costume and the kids see that the Elf isn't real."
Pierre tried to keep a straight face through his chuckle, though he was very tempted to laugh even considering the oddity of the situation. "Well, we'll see. What is it that you want for Christmas?"
Sebastien raised a finger and pointed over David, standing at the photo table, in his blue elf costume with his back turned toward the Santa chair.
"Seb, he's working," Pierre tried to reason.
"And then he's leaving for the Holidays," he pouted. "I haven't seen him all day and I want my time with him before he leaves."
Pierre sighed and got the attention of the girl working the photo booth with David. He signaled for her to get David over to him and then shook his head. "You're lucky I'm nice. The old Santa wouldn't dream of holding Workshop with only one Photo Elf," he mumbled.
David finished whatever it was he was working on and turned in his place, surprised to see his boyfriend sitting on Santa's lap. His eyes flashed for a second before he shook his head and sighed, walking over to the two on the chair.
"Congratulations, David," Pierre smiled. "You may be let out early tonight."
"I left early yesterday," David shook his head and looked down, ready to turn back away.
A hand grabbed for David's wrist and made him stay still. "David, I have a grown person sitting on my lap and holding up my line and he's asked for his gift. Being the man that I am, I can't deny him his gift."
Biting his lip, David looked from Santa to the boy on his lap and then back to Santa. Realizing that he had basically no say in the matter, he rolled his eyes and turned back to the photo booth to inform his partner that he was leaving.
Sebastien smiled and took David's hand as they walked through the walkways of the mall. They slipped past the few people easily and Sebastien glanced over at David every chance he got, amused with the way his boyfriend was trying to hold a still face.
"You know," David started, "I'm probably not going to be paid for those two hours."
"It's not like they're going to fire you," Sebastien scoffed, "Today was our last day anyway." He saw David sigh. "You can stop holding that grudge against me now. It won't do you any good to have it when we're out in the cold parking lot and you've got no where to go but inside my car and you think you're still too mad to get in."
Unable to hold his still face any longer, David cracked a smile and chuckled.
"Knew you weren't so mad. Besides, I just got you out of work; you know you're happy about that."
David shushed Sebastien and squeezed his hand, stopping their walk just before they got to the exit. "Don't try rubbing anything in," he giggled when Sebastien instinctively pulled him closer when they faced one another. "So, you're not mad that I'm leaving tonight?" He pouted and picked a piece of lint from Sebastien's coat.
Sebastien shook his head, "Of course not." He leaned over and gave David a quick kiss, "Especially not since your parents said I could pick you up from work, and they don't expect you to get off for a couple hours."
"Pretty sneaky , Seb." David joked and zipped up his hoodie. "C'mon." He took Sebastien's hand and led them out of the mall, then followed Sebastien to where he'd parked his car in the back of the employee lot. David was a bit put off when Sebastien unlocked the back door and told him to get in. He said nothing and shrugged, climbing into the back while Sebastien went around to the other side of the car and got in, himself. "Why are we in the back?" David asked, only half expecting an answer as Sebastien leaned over the front seats and put the key into ignition, starting up the engine and, more importantly, the heater.
"Well," Sebastien said, his voice a bit strained as he was still leaning over the chair, "can't very well have dinner crammed up in those seats." Finally, he came up into the back of the car where David sat on the floor, he backseats having been removed. He placed a small basket between the two of them as they sat down and picked his hands up to the leg heater on the side wall, feeling the warm air. "And, I promise, we won't be freezing for much longer."
"Oh," he nodded and bit his lip. Blinking, he smiled at the basket Sebastien had placed down. "Picnic in the car?"
Sebastien shrugged. "It's the thought that counts, even if it's cheesy." He nodded and pulled a small cloth from the basket and set it down, then pulled out two small plastic containers. "Leftovers from my grandparents' visit two nights ago."
David smiled at the small container and pulled out a dinner roll. "It is a very nice, cheesy thought," he nodded. "Thanks, Seb."
"Happy Christmas, David."
The two boys ate quickly, or, rather, David ate quickly and Sebastien tried to keep up; he assumed David skipped his lunch break today. After he finished the pound cake Sebastien's grandmother had made, David set his used containers back into the basket and looked at Sebastien finishing up as started to take off his ears. Once he was done, Sebastien cleaned up his own place and folded the cloth, putting it back into the basket. That was when he noticed David fumbling with his left ear.
"You alright?"
"No, the clip for my ear is tangled around my hair. I think a thread from my hat is in there too." David frowned and Sebastien moved over to him.
"Here, let me try to get it."
"I can get it." David reached to his hat again.
Sebastien swatted at David's hand. "Like hell you can get it, you can't even see it."
David huffed and relaxed, letting Sebastien sit down and work on untangling the mess of his ear. He sat still and watched the look on Sebastien's face as he bit his lip, apparently concentrating. Once a look of satisfaction spread over his face, David assumed he'd finished his work and smiled.
"You know," Sebastien started, "you make a very cute elf."
"I look like Peter Pan."
"Peter Pan has no place in this conversation. He dealt with fairies, not elves."
"A sluttish fairy, at that. I'm pretty sure he was an elf though."
Sebastien laughed and shook his head, then leaned back to get the bag he'd had in the mall. He pulled out his blue, elf hat, his ears, and then a shirt and pair of pants. "I got these from your parents," he said. "I didn't think you'd want to be dressed like an elf any longer than you had to."
Smirking, David reached over and picked up the blue, elf hat and placed it on Sebastien's head. Sebastien eyed him curiously as he reached down and picked up the ears, carefully slipping them onto his boyfriend's.
"You make a cute elf," David said.
He shook his head and leaned forward, kissing David while the both of them still grinned. "Whatever you say, Tinkerbell."
David scoffed and pushed Sebastien back, knocking off the blue hat and leaning over him. "I told you, I'm Peter Pan. You be the fairy."
Sebastien laughed, "One sluttish fairy, at your service."
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Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: PG
Category: Fluff
Warning: Slash
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Note: I started this a long time ago for the holiday contest but never finished it. Finished now though so, hooray!
Dedication: spurnd because all I could think about was her Pierre/SebastienDavid fic "Pixie Dust" toward the end of writing this.
Summary: [Standalone]
Who doesn't love the holidays.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys of Simple Plan.
I only suspect and wish that this is true.
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All I Want for Christmas
The mall busied about them as David and Sebastien sat in the food court of their local mall and shared a small carton of French fries. A sullen look plastered itself upon their faces as David nibbled the end of a spud and looked at the imitation-marble table while Sebastien stared off into space, thinking.
"So, when do you all leave for your Grandmother's?" Sebastien asked, breaking the technical silence that the two had created between themselves.
David sighed, finishing off another spud and then sticking his thumb into his mouth, consciously trying not to bite his nail. "Tomorrow night after my shift."
"What?" Sebastien nearly shrieked, making David wince and the surrounding people glance over. "David," he hissed and lowered his voice, glaring around them to assure their audience was no longer paying attention, "you said your shift was, like, twelve to seven."
"Eight," David added with a tone that would sound hopeful if he thought it held any hope at all. He knew it didn't though.
Sebastien sighed and shook his head. "That's not fair, David," he blurted in a small whine. "You know I'm going to be working all morning and then I've got to go out after; this means we won't get to see each other tomorrow-or on Christmas."
"I know that, Seb," David murmured.
Huffing, Sebastien sat back in his seat and rubbed his forehead with his hand, thinking aloud to himself, "And we won't even get to exchange our gifts until you get back and that's not until Wednesday -"
"Jesus, Sebastien, I know that!" David whipped and slapped his hand onto the table, making the carton of French fries shake and spectators to take notice again. They would have to qualms of being considered rude for watching the scene; nothing could raise more reason other than two teenage boys dressed in their occupational Mall Elf garb arguing. "Don't you think I figured that when my parents told me that after I called them during our lunch break today?"
Sebastien shied away and looked up at David, a little embarrassed.
"Look, we've got to get back now anyway, let's just drop it, alright? Here," he tossed a pair of pale, latex ears to Sebastien and grabbed his own, "take your ears, you've still got another two hours to work tonight."
Grabbing his own small, blue hat from the table and stuffing it under his arm along with the ears, Sebastien stood up and followed after David as he'd already started to leave. "David," he called meekly as he wove through the crowd after his friend and only managed to catch up to him when they'd reached the Santa's Workshop station and David rushed off to his desk for Photo Processing after half-listening to only a few words in which Sebastien spent trying to explain what he'd said; that he hadn't meant anything as uncouth as it'd come out. Defeated, Sebastien went to his own place of hosting the children that waited in line.
David was let off his shift early and when it came time for Sebastien to go home, he was only a little put off to find that David hadn't waited for him.
**
Sebastien strode through the mall, rubbing his hands together as he'd just gotten in from the cold outside. He had an plan, and he knew it could probably work. Not all that many people would be visiting Santa on Christmas Eve-especially not this late; it was six o'clock; they could do with being one elf short for the next two hours.
He walked through the crowd, the walkways were a bit thinner than usual, especially around the holidays, and Sebastien could see part of the Santa's Workshop from down the way. Pulling the strap of the bag he had slung over his shoulder, Sebastien walked up to the line for waiting to see Santa. A little girl standing in front of him gave him a smart look and Sebastien merely smiled to her and waited his turn in line while stealing a few glances over to the photo processing booth where David was working next to another elf.
After a bit of waiting, Sebastien finally found that it was his turn to speak with Santa. He nodded to the Host Elf, who merely stifled a laugh and looked away as he walked over to Santa, who was being played by a boy he'd known from school, and sat on his lap.
"Seb, what the hell are you doing here?" Pierre hissed and promptly covered his whispers with his loud, Santa laugh.
"Getting my present from Santa," he stated simply and shrugged.
Pierre pointed a look and Sebastien could see his eyes scowling from behind the fluffy white beard. "You know I don't give gifts."
Sebastien smirked, "Oh, but you can definitely give me mine."
Santa's eyebrow raised curiously. "Aren't you seeing the Photo Elf?" He asked, earning him a slap on the shoulder.
"Exactly."
"Point being?"
"First, I want you to understand," Sebastien began, "that I have my suit right in here." He held up his bag and patted it gently for emphasis. "If you refuse, I pull out the costume and the kids see that the Elf isn't real."
Pierre tried to keep a straight face through his chuckle, though he was very tempted to laugh even considering the oddity of the situation. "Well, we'll see. What is it that you want for Christmas?"
Sebastien raised a finger and pointed over David, standing at the photo table, in his blue elf costume with his back turned toward the Santa chair.
"Seb, he's working," Pierre tried to reason.
"And then he's leaving for the Holidays," he pouted. "I haven't seen him all day and I want my time with him before he leaves."
Pierre sighed and got the attention of the girl working the photo booth with David. He signaled for her to get David over to him and then shook his head. "You're lucky I'm nice. The old Santa wouldn't dream of holding Workshop with only one Photo Elf," he mumbled.
David finished whatever it was he was working on and turned in his place, surprised to see his boyfriend sitting on Santa's lap. His eyes flashed for a second before he shook his head and sighed, walking over to the two on the chair.
"Congratulations, David," Pierre smiled. "You may be let out early tonight."
"I left early yesterday," David shook his head and looked down, ready to turn back away.
A hand grabbed for David's wrist and made him stay still. "David, I have a grown person sitting on my lap and holding up my line and he's asked for his gift. Being the man that I am, I can't deny him his gift."
Biting his lip, David looked from Santa to the boy on his lap and then back to Santa. Realizing that he had basically no say in the matter, he rolled his eyes and turned back to the photo booth to inform his partner that he was leaving.
Sebastien smiled and took David's hand as they walked through the walkways of the mall. They slipped past the few people easily and Sebastien glanced over at David every chance he got, amused with the way his boyfriend was trying to hold a still face.
"You know," David started, "I'm probably not going to be paid for those two hours."
"It's not like they're going to fire you," Sebastien scoffed, "Today was our last day anyway." He saw David sigh. "You can stop holding that grudge against me now. It won't do you any good to have it when we're out in the cold parking lot and you've got no where to go but inside my car and you think you're still too mad to get in."
Unable to hold his still face any longer, David cracked a smile and chuckled.
"Knew you weren't so mad. Besides, I just got you out of work; you know you're happy about that."
David shushed Sebastien and squeezed his hand, stopping their walk just before they got to the exit. "Don't try rubbing anything in," he giggled when Sebastien instinctively pulled him closer when they faced one another. "So, you're not mad that I'm leaving tonight?" He pouted and picked a piece of lint from Sebastien's coat.
Sebastien shook his head, "Of course not." He leaned over and gave David a quick kiss, "Especially not since your parents said I could pick you up from work, and they don't expect you to get off for a couple hours."
"Pretty sneaky , Seb." David joked and zipped up his hoodie. "C'mon." He took Sebastien's hand and led them out of the mall, then followed Sebastien to where he'd parked his car in the back of the employee lot. David was a bit put off when Sebastien unlocked the back door and told him to get in. He said nothing and shrugged, climbing into the back while Sebastien went around to the other side of the car and got in, himself. "Why are we in the back?" David asked, only half expecting an answer as Sebastien leaned over the front seats and put the key into ignition, starting up the engine and, more importantly, the heater.
"Well," Sebastien said, his voice a bit strained as he was still leaning over the chair, "can't very well have dinner crammed up in those seats." Finally, he came up into the back of the car where David sat on the floor, he backseats having been removed. He placed a small basket between the two of them as they sat down and picked his hands up to the leg heater on the side wall, feeling the warm air. "And, I promise, we won't be freezing for much longer."
"Oh," he nodded and bit his lip. Blinking, he smiled at the basket Sebastien had placed down. "Picnic in the car?"
Sebastien shrugged. "It's the thought that counts, even if it's cheesy." He nodded and pulled a small cloth from the basket and set it down, then pulled out two small plastic containers. "Leftovers from my grandparents' visit two nights ago."
David smiled at the small container and pulled out a dinner roll. "It is a very nice, cheesy thought," he nodded. "Thanks, Seb."
"Happy Christmas, David."
The two boys ate quickly, or, rather, David ate quickly and Sebastien tried to keep up; he assumed David skipped his lunch break today. After he finished the pound cake Sebastien's grandmother had made, David set his used containers back into the basket and looked at Sebastien finishing up as started to take off his ears. Once he was done, Sebastien cleaned up his own place and folded the cloth, putting it back into the basket. That was when he noticed David fumbling with his left ear.
"You alright?"
"No, the clip for my ear is tangled around my hair. I think a thread from my hat is in there too." David frowned and Sebastien moved over to him.
"Here, let me try to get it."
"I can get it." David reached to his hat again.
Sebastien swatted at David's hand. "Like hell you can get it, you can't even see it."
David huffed and relaxed, letting Sebastien sit down and work on untangling the mess of his ear. He sat still and watched the look on Sebastien's face as he bit his lip, apparently concentrating. Once a look of satisfaction spread over his face, David assumed he'd finished his work and smiled.
"You know," Sebastien started, "you make a very cute elf."
"I look like Peter Pan."
"Peter Pan has no place in this conversation. He dealt with fairies, not elves."
"A sluttish fairy, at that. I'm pretty sure he was an elf though."
Sebastien laughed and shook his head, then leaned back to get the bag he'd had in the mall. He pulled out his blue, elf hat, his ears, and then a shirt and pair of pants. "I got these from your parents," he said. "I didn't think you'd want to be dressed like an elf any longer than you had to."
Smirking, David reached over and picked up the blue, elf hat and placed it on Sebastien's head. Sebastien eyed him curiously as he reached down and picked up the ears, carefully slipping them onto his boyfriend's.
"You make a cute elf," David said.
He shook his head and leaned forward, kissing David while the both of them still grinned. "Whatever you say, Tinkerbell."
David scoffed and pushed Sebastien back, knocking off the blue hat and leaning over him. "I told you, I'm Peter Pan. You be the fairy."
Sebastien laughed, "One sluttish fairy, at your service."
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