Another lovly fiction...
Title: My Alien
Chapter: Prolouge
Author: Me!! (Sombersilence)
Pairing: Pierre/Chuck mainly
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Chapter Rating: PG
Summary: Pierre Bouvier lives in the year 2246 with his family and best (only) friend Frank Iero on a American Space Station. He's a dorky punk rocker who wishes he could have been born in the 1980s. Meeting Chuck will make him be glad he was born in a time with such great technology. (Wow, who wants to help me write a less crappy summary?!)
Disclaimer: A work of fiction. Don't own them, and in case you haven't noticed, it's 2005.
Dedication: To Emily for supporting me on this idea and helping me with it.
Authors Note: Just a short prolouge to test the waters. If you guys like the idea, I'll continue it :) Comment!
Pierre Bouvier was far from normal. He was sixteen years old, but he wasn't into spots, gossip, girls, or being an egotistical rebel without a cause. He enjoyed school, though he wasn't much of a book worm, not a straight A student, but he did farley well. He liked music, a lot. But he didn't listen to the weird super techno shit everyone else was listening to, he liked oldies. When by oldies, he meant anything two hundred years old or older.
Some of his favorites were Blink 182, Good Charlotte, Green Day, Fall Out Boy, and other bands from the 1990s and the turn of the new Millennium. Everyone thought he was really strange for it, so he didn't have many friends, actually, only one. Frankie Iero, a short, skinny boy his age with black hair with red in it who wore strange face makeup. That didn't bother him one bit though, because neither of them really went with the norm. They dressed in the style of their favorite old bands, while everyone else wore bright colors and tight material, they wore a lot of black and baggy shorts.
The view from Pierre's bedroom wasn't a nice green backyard or a city street. No, what Pierre saw when he looked out his bedroom window, depending on the time, would be the planet Earth, the moon, pitch black, stars, or the sun. Yes, Pierre Bouvier didn't come from Earth. Well, his family did, but he'd never been there. He was born and raised on a space station.
And no, not the ones we all know where people float around and do experiments. Well, they do do experiments, but they have artificial gravity now so they can go about life normally. Think more along the lines of Zenon, but a bit more phone and not so military.
The year was 2246 and things had changed a lot. Puerto Rico had finally become a state, giving the United States 53 states, when Washington DC broke away from Virginia, becoming it own small state, and Texas had split in half, becoming Texas and West Texas. The United States owned most of the middle east now, and though it was under their rule, not much changed for the people, though they were a lot more safe.
Wars had come and gone with the rest of the world, Scotland, Ireland, and England finally becoming one big country. Other changes had occurred, like China taking over some small countries around it, and South Africa becoming a white dictatorship. France, Germany, and Russia had become a top allied power in the world, but with Canada finally making itself a good army and navy, they joined the United States to protect North America against any invasions.
None of that mattered though, not to Pierre up in space. Sure, his home was owned by the United States, but a lot of the people on the space station were from Canada as well, and they mostly spoke with a French-Canadian accent. They didn't care about war, it was all about science up there, that's what his parents were there for.
His dad was an astronaut who specialized in repairing the space station whenever it needed fixing and studying different metals found in space that could help the space program. His mother was scientist who focused on curing A.I.D.S and and H.I.V. which had died down some, but it was still around, and still incurable.
Pierre wasn't as into science or space exploration as his parents, he just wanted to play music. Though, he was glad he didn't live on Earth. Too many bad things happened there, and he liked the view up there just fine. It was his home, it was what he knew.
His room had posters he had ordered from Earth of his favorite bands and old MTV shows. His walls were painted black and baby blue, while most everyone else's were brighter colors or metallic. His bed was made from a down comforter, when everyone slept in space blankets. His choice musical instrument was the electric guitar, which had been updated from popular bands well over a hundred years earlier, though he managed to find one for a hefty fee.
History was his favorite class in school, and he dreaded going to math. Imagine how useless math was in the early twenty first century and times it by a million. It had become more complicated, too.
All of the things he and Frankie ordered from Earth cost them a lot of money their parents weren't going to fork over, so it's a good thing they both worked as personal assistants to the captain. That would have been a hard job for outcasts like them to achieve, if Captain Larker wasn't Frankie's Grandfather.
Life was strange and lonely on Kennedy Space Station, but it'd soon become a bit for bareable for Pierre Bouvier.