Swim in Silence [3/?]
Title: Swim in Silence
Author: shiek_2
Pairing: Pierre/David
Summary: "The mere thought of the name sends a strange wave of nostalgia rushing through him, along with a large flow of fond memories. He barely represses them with a slight shudder."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the persons, lyrics, and/or songs mentioned herein. I do not make any monetary gain, claim these events to be real, or mean any disrespect.
Previous Chapters: Chapter One
Chapter Two
Across the street, oblivious to another man’s heartbreak, Pierre Bouvier paces through his apartment anxiously. His trek takes him past a mixture of blue, yellow, and green pastels to the abstract swirling of black and white, the colors blending together in a melting pot yet somehow staying individual by some invisible force, and back again. The news brought by equally nervous band mates keeps him from relaxing, keeps the tension in his taut muscles.
His nerves are like live wires, twisting and turning all over while delivering small doses of excitement with equally small doses of fear, mixing together to create something he can’t quite explain.
Three pairs of eyes watch his every move intently, studying him, taking in his reaction.
“Pierre, sit down and take it easy, yeah? We won’t know anything until Seb gets back.” A friend voices his deep concern.
A grunt is all he receives.
Pierre can’t believe it. Simply can’t wrap his mind around the concept, around the possibility. After five years of absolutely nothing, he can’t comprehend that maybe, just maybe, his band mates had finally found something, had finally found him.
David.
The mere thought of the name sends a strange wave of nostalgia rushing through him, along with a large flow of fond memories. He barely suppresses them with a slight shudder.
Pierre wants, no, needs to see him.
In five years a lot had changed. He and Lachelle were engaged, arranged to be married in a few months, Lachelle was pregnant with their first child, Simple Plan had released two albums; one was a flop but a fan and critic favorite, the other a chart-topping success. All of them were doing exceptionally well.
Chuck had become well known for chart topping albums in the producing world. Jeff had found notoriety in his work with solo artists and well paying side projects. Sebastien managed to find the time to manage all the bands signed to the label he co-owned with Patrick while both searched for their longtime MIA bassist. Pierre had even found success when he decided to dabble into art.
But none of this really mattered.
Because despite Pierre’s general success and accomplishments, he hasn’t felt as happy and alive as he did five years ago before David disappeared off the face of the Earth.
He knows that anyone else would have been able to move on. And in a sense, he had. After David left, he mourned and searched relentlessly for a year. Then he realized there was little chance he would find the bassist.
Pierre’s a well known and fortunate man, yes, but the world’s a big place and he can’t search every crevice of it, even with the help of Patrick and his other band mates. So he began piecing his life back together, on the outside at least.
When people looked at Pierre, they saw a man who was able to come out of a tragedy virtually unscathed.
They didn’t see that, deep inside, Pierre was lost without David. The thought of life without his best friend had never crossed his mind in the past, it hadn’t seemed at all possible, and with David’s sudden and abrupt exit from his world, Pierre’s life came crashing down around him for him to analyze to see what had went wrong and caused such disarray.
And analyze he had. Every piece of his life seemed unable to piece back together after David had gone. All the pieces of the puzzle were wrong, cracked, or broken and in his devastated state, he couldn’t make heads or tails of how to glue it all back. And all of the pieces that were in tact, every fond memory, every great feeling, each and everyone of them lead back to David.
There’s a fluttering in his stomach, anticipation reminding him that he didn’t have to think about that anymore, because Seb had finally found him.
He has so much to tell David, but what if he says the wrong thing and scares him off again? What if Seb hasn’t really found him, what if it’s just another dead end? What if-?
His thoughts are broken by a knocking on the door.
Everything seems to come to a complete stop. Pierre feels his lungs slow, air becoming trapped in his chest, his heart beating faster, faster, the rhythm ringing in his ears.
Thump, thump, thump.
Slowly, carefully, he walks to the door.
Thumpthumpthump.
He grasps the brass door knob gingerly, tenderly, fingertips barely brushing against glistening metal, as if it will shatter underneath his touch.
Th-thumpthumpthump.
He breathes in, holds, and lets the air slowly pass through his lips in a light whoosh. Steeling himself, he pulls on the door to open it. And in that brief, almost nonexistent millisecond that feels like forever, he swears his heart stops beating, as though taking a final bow before exiting the stage and leaving Pierre to fend for himself.
Thump
Only to jumpstart back to life and return to the stage for an encore as the maple door slowly opens to reveal the tear-stained face of a jubilant Sebastien.
Thump, thump, thump.
“I’ve found him.”
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