CrushCrushCrush
Title: CrushCrushCrush
Author: shiek_2
Summary: "Chocolate locks with caramel, tears flowing freely out of the caramel eyes at the realization of life slowly fading from once vibrant chocolate pools."
Pairing: Pierre/David
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.
Warnings: Deathfic.
Author's Note: The title comes from Paramore's song "crushcrushcrush", it's what inspired this and I find it fitting to the story. Hope you enjoy! ;)
Screeching tires, shouted curses, screams of terror. All filled the night air as the swerving rusty BMW collided with the flashy sports car. The BMW had a stroke of luck, merely spinning in a full circle before slamming against a sturdy oak tree next to the deserted, dark highway, it's sole passenger unharmed, resting against a deployed air bag.
The two passengers of the sports car weren't so fortunate, their vehicle being hit at just the right angle to send in toppling onto it's roof, despite the driver's attempts to control it. The scraping of metal and breaking glass joined the forgotten screams in the darkness as the car skidded along harsh asphalt.
The car finally halts, leaving it's two passengers suspended in the air, their safety belts the only thing keeping them inside the vehicle. The passenger, a slight raven haired man, hears a faint pit pat of blood dripping onto the unforgiving highway and the frantic voice of the suddenly sober BMW owner as he called emergency services.
The driver, a lean brunette, hears nothing except the rush of blood in his chest and the pounding of his heart in his ears, the organ desperately pumping to keep the life giving crimson flowing throughout his body.
"Pierre?" The smaller man asks in the form of a groan.
"David...." Returns the brunette in a soft, pained whimper.
Chocolate locks with caramel, tears flowing freely out of the caramel eyes at the realization of life slowly fading from once vibrant chocolate pools.
David wants to free himself of his restraints and cradle the injured Pierre in his arms and sob until it all fades away, but he's finding it difficult to get his body to respond to his wishes. With much grunting and mind numbing pain, he manages to intertwine his fingers with his lover's. Pierre knows he's dying, he can see the truth clearly etched into each one of the crystalline drops that stains David's cheeks. He knows he should feel fear, remorse, but all he can feel is blood flowing into his punctured left lung.
"C'mon Pierre, stay with me. The guys need you, your family needs you, Simple Plan needs you, the fans need you. Pierre, I-I need you. You can do it, just wait for the paramedics. Remember all those things we talked about? Getting married, a big house, white fence, kids......." David's voice is low and soothing to as he musters all his strength to keep his voice steady and give Pierre's hand a firm squeeze.
"David!" Pierre whimpers.
"Sh, it's okay baby. I'm here."
"I'm so scared...."
"I know, baby, I know. Just stay with me. Everything'll be alright if you just stay with me." David sobs.
Pierre knows everything's not okay, he knows David is aware of this as well. He knows he won't make it, regardless of the wailing sirens that signal the arrival of the paramedics. He can feel death creeping up on him, can feel the blood filling his lung, making hard for him to breathe.
"David...." He chokes, feeling the blood spill forth from his mouth. The raven haired man gasps, tears falling faster now.
"No, Pierre, no! Don't give up! Don't leave me, you can't!" David wails, shifting closer to the vocalist, to his world, to his everything, despite the crippling pain it causes.
"I love you," Pierre whispers, sealing his lips over David's, saying everything his battered and bruised body won't allow, feeling his final breath leave his lungs and into his lover's mouth.
The bassist feels hands pulling at him, tearing him away from Pierre. They manage to break them apart and David lets out another low, sorrowful wail as he sees the vocalist's almost dead eyes. The paramedics place them on separate stretchers, immediately rushing Pierre to the waiting ambulance.
They strap David into his stretcher, voices low and soothing as they tend to his wounds, the bassist struggling against his restraints, screaming for Pierre, desperate to touch his love one final time.
He can hear the frantic voices of the EMTs working desperately to save the vocalist's life.
"We're losing him!" Professional with an underlying sense of pain, someone who's seen this more times than a human should.
"Clear!" The sound of the vocalists body jolting on the stretcher following.
"Again!"
"It's no use! He's gone." A solemn truth.
At 12:44 A.M. Pierre Bouvier was pronounced dead on the scene of a drunk driving accident.
David immediately stops struggling as he hears this, the paramedics attending to him looking at him with heartfelt sympathy and pity. He doesn't feel it, it doesn't register in his brain.
He can't comprehend anything at all because Pierre is dead. Dead. Gone, never coming back. David would never get to gaze into his beautiful eyes again, or see his winning smile, or hold him close, or breathe in that musky scent that was simply Pierre. The words "I love you" would never hold any meaning to him ever again.
He feels his heart shatter into pieces, the remains piercing his own lungs, making it hard for him to think, making it hard for him to even breathe.
At 12:45 A.M. David Desrosiers was pronounced dead on the scene, killed by a broken heart.
crushcrushcrush.