Turn my life upside down Chapter 3
Title: Turn my life upside down
Author: ihatetarts
Chapter: 3
Beta: foryouforever
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Pierre/David Seb/Chuck
Summary: Pierre meets David at school. After some time their friendship turns into a relationship.
Disclaimer: fiction
Authors note: I started posting this story two years ago on Hott Baguettes but never ended it because I had no time to write anymore. Now I'm finally done. Hope you like it. I'm not a native speaker and make many mistakes....
Dedication:innocenc_e foryouforever
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
The following day meant another history lesson with Mrs. Tooney. No, I'm still not paying any attention to her whatsoever. The door swings open and I spot David entering: as he introduces himself, he catches my eye a few times. I have never seen Mrs. Tooney smiling as much as she was smiling right now - actually, I've never seen her smile at all. She must have gotten to like him very much in the past few seconds. I could understand it, though: David was just lovable.
"Thank you, David, take your seat now." Mrs. Tooney said and I jump up, clearly telling the guy next to me to take another seat. David smiles and walks over to me to take the one I just made free for him.
"Hi Pierre, how are you?" He smiles and I smile back.
"Very good, how are you?"
"Same. Is everything all right with the band, for later?"
"Sure, I already arranged it all."
"Great. Is Mrs. Tooney the teacher who hates you?" Can he read my mind? I hope he can't - not after the thoughts I've been having since yesterday.
"Yeah - where did you get to know that?" I ask him, curious, and he grins back.
"Because she's been looking at you as if she’s going to kill you ever since we started talking." David whispers and turns his head to her; I do the same.
"Pierre, stop distracting David: he doesn’t deserve your bad influence!" She yells, making the other students laugh; I blush and David grins at me maliciously.
The rest of the lesson, I hold my mouth shut and look only a few times at David, who smiles every time without looking back at me. By now, I'm sure he's weird.
***
At some point after school, David and I find ourselves standing in front of Chuck’s house: he answers the door with a big smile on his face and leads us to the living room where Jeff (guitar player), Seb (same as Jeff) and Patrick (hmm, yeah...Pat, manager and camera fascist, he films almost every step we take - that’s why I don't really spend much time with him) are already waiting for us.
The guys welcome David friendlily, but I could see the measuring glances. David puts his bass down beside him and begins to prepare everything for playing: we all sit down on the couch, watching him expectantly. Pat films every move he makes.
He plays great and, of course, he joins the band. Everybody is inspired by him and I become a little bit proud that I'm the one who found him. For the next few hours, we listen to music, practice a little bit and the guys question David.
Then Seb summons me into the kitchen.
"Pierre..." he is looking around himself to make sure that we are alone.
"What’s up, Seb? Anything wrong?"
"You have a crush on him. Don’t you?" A crush?
"Are you crazy? Why would I have a crush on David? He’s a guy!" I almost shout, remembering to hush my voice because nobody needs to hear this conversation.
"Who said I was talking about David? But you’re right, I meant him. While he was playing bass, you stared at him like he was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen."
"I did not - he is an awesome bass player and I was just fascinated by his playing." I try to excuse myself.
"And his ass?" I blush at this, "It’s not as weird as it sounds to have a crush on a guy, Pierre." and Seb becomes suddenly more serious. My eyes widen as I take a deep breath and clear my throat without losing his gaze.
"You mean...?"
"Yeah, it’s Chuck." he cut my words off. I'm still in shock, but I can’t lie to Seb - I never could - and he just confessed to me his secret. Is he right, then? Do I have a crush on David? I mean, he's right in the sense that I am attracted to him...but keen on him? "I'll help you with David if you'll help me with Chuck."
"Seb, I've only known him one day - that’s too fast."
"It's your decision, but please help me with Chuck - I want him to be my prom date. If you don’t, I will reveal your crush on David." For a sweet, little, blue-eyed guy, he can be mean.
"Okay, okay - I’ll help you. Just keep your mouth shut."
"Great." Seb smiles broadly and pushes some snacks into my hands.
For the rest of the evening, I sit beside David on the couch and try to hide my attraction to him, which was quite difficult because he keeps leaning against my shoulder and feeding me the snacks I had brought in earlier.
***
The next few months went quietly. Sebastien cries about Chuck almost every day because he had a new girlfriend. The band continues to practice at Chuck’s, and I'm getting even closer to David, but in a platonic way. We spend almost every day together and talk about everything that comes to our minds. It feels like a normal friendship, but I enjoy the time around him more than around Chuck or anyone else - but who could blame me? Chuck isn’t half as hot as David - yes, I think he's hot. I have never had to question my sexuality before now, although I know I don't have a big interest in girls for a boy at my age. It soon becomes very clear to me that I am gay or bi - I'm not sure which....and it's all David’s fault.
It's around 11a.m. and I have just had Physical Education. David's in the dressing room as well. I take off my stinky clothes and I can see David taking off his shirt out of the corner of my eye: he's thin, pale and doesn’t have a lot of muscle like I do, but I’ve never seen someone as beautiful and perfect as him.
"Hey, Pierre - wanna watch a movie together this evening? We don’t have school tomorrow." I look up at him, snapping out of my daze and meeting his eyes. Fuck - did he notice me staring at him? Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit, he’s waiting for an answer. Back to your mind, Bouvier - what did he ask? Ah - movie, right!
"Oh...yeah - wanna stay the night? My parents are having dinner at a restaurant so we’ll be alone."
"Sure, I just have to pack some stuff home and tell mom."
***
We're sitting on my bed watching "Final Destination" when a question comes up that I'm definitely not expecting.
"What was your first kiss like, Pierre?" he stares at the screen and I do the same, but directed at him and not the screen.
"Kiss? Ehm, I think I was in kindergarten. Too long ago to remember."
"In kindergarten? You’re a player." he teases, and after some minutes he speaks again, "I mean a real kiss like they do on TV."
"They only pretend to kiss. That’s not real." I respond, unsure as to where this conversation is leading to.
"I mean a real kiss between two more mature people than four year old kids."
"Then I think my first kiss was with a girl five years ago at a birthday party of a school mate: Chuck told me her friends said that she said that she thought I was cute. More or less, we were forced to kiss one another - it was short and boring and we were watched by all our school mates. I told her that she tasted like cheese because of the snacks...she slapped me. What about you?"
"Embarrassing - I was 11 years old and I gave the girl I really liked a ring, you know - the plastic ones. I kissed her in front of all our school mates like you did. After that, she started to hate me for blaming her. Very nice story."
"Well then...do you never want to kiss someone again? Even on your own wedding when the priest says now you can kiss the bride ?" I tease him.
"Depends on the person I have to kiss - or marry, for that matter."
"How should the special one be?"
"The one should be nice, should be able to make me laugh, and he shouldn’t snore."
"'He'? You mean...?" I have an odd sort of deja-vu, like the time Seb told me about his crush on Chuck. I have never asked David about his sexuality, but I have thought about it many times and most of all, I have been hoping that he swings the same way as I do. He nods at me lightly and moves his head to face me. He's gay? He's gay! This means that he might like me the same way I like him, "Are you sure about the snoring thing...? Because I do..." he giggles at this. I love that sound.
"Maybe I can make an exception."
Author: ihatetarts
Chapter: 3
Beta: foryouforever
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Pierre/David Seb/Chuck
Summary: Pierre meets David at school. After some time their friendship turns into a relationship.
Disclaimer: fiction
Authors note: I started posting this story two years ago on Hott Baguettes but never ended it because I had no time to write anymore. Now I'm finally done. Hope you like it. I'm not a native speaker and make many mistakes....
Dedication:innocenc_e foryouforever
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
The following day meant another history lesson with Mrs. Tooney. No, I'm still not paying any attention to her whatsoever. The door swings open and I spot David entering: as he introduces himself, he catches my eye a few times. I have never seen Mrs. Tooney smiling as much as she was smiling right now - actually, I've never seen her smile at all. She must have gotten to like him very much in the past few seconds. I could understand it, though: David was just lovable.
"Thank you, David, take your seat now." Mrs. Tooney said and I jump up, clearly telling the guy next to me to take another seat. David smiles and walks over to me to take the one I just made free for him.
"Hi Pierre, how are you?" He smiles and I smile back.
"Very good, how are you?"
"Same. Is everything all right with the band, for later?"
"Sure, I already arranged it all."
"Great. Is Mrs. Tooney the teacher who hates you?" Can he read my mind? I hope he can't - not after the thoughts I've been having since yesterday.
"Yeah - where did you get to know that?" I ask him, curious, and he grins back.
"Because she's been looking at you as if she’s going to kill you ever since we started talking." David whispers and turns his head to her; I do the same.
"Pierre, stop distracting David: he doesn’t deserve your bad influence!" She yells, making the other students laugh; I blush and David grins at me maliciously.
The rest of the lesson, I hold my mouth shut and look only a few times at David, who smiles every time without looking back at me. By now, I'm sure he's weird.
***
At some point after school, David and I find ourselves standing in front of Chuck’s house: he answers the door with a big smile on his face and leads us to the living room where Jeff (guitar player), Seb (same as Jeff) and Patrick (hmm, yeah...Pat, manager and camera fascist, he films almost every step we take - that’s why I don't really spend much time with him) are already waiting for us.
The guys welcome David friendlily, but I could see the measuring glances. David puts his bass down beside him and begins to prepare everything for playing: we all sit down on the couch, watching him expectantly. Pat films every move he makes.
He plays great and, of course, he joins the band. Everybody is inspired by him and I become a little bit proud that I'm the one who found him. For the next few hours, we listen to music, practice a little bit and the guys question David.
Then Seb summons me into the kitchen.
"Pierre..." he is looking around himself to make sure that we are alone.
"What’s up, Seb? Anything wrong?"
"You have a crush on him. Don’t you?" A crush?
"Are you crazy? Why would I have a crush on David? He’s a guy!" I almost shout, remembering to hush my voice because nobody needs to hear this conversation.
"Who said I was talking about David? But you’re right, I meant him. While he was playing bass, you stared at him like he was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen."
"I did not - he is an awesome bass player and I was just fascinated by his playing." I try to excuse myself.
"And his ass?" I blush at this, "It’s not as weird as it sounds to have a crush on a guy, Pierre." and Seb becomes suddenly more serious. My eyes widen as I take a deep breath and clear my throat without losing his gaze.
"You mean...?"
"Yeah, it’s Chuck." he cut my words off. I'm still in shock, but I can’t lie to Seb - I never could - and he just confessed to me his secret. Is he right, then? Do I have a crush on David? I mean, he's right in the sense that I am attracted to him...but keen on him? "I'll help you with David if you'll help me with Chuck."
"Seb, I've only known him one day - that’s too fast."
"It's your decision, but please help me with Chuck - I want him to be my prom date. If you don’t, I will reveal your crush on David." For a sweet, little, blue-eyed guy, he can be mean.
"Okay, okay - I’ll help you. Just keep your mouth shut."
"Great." Seb smiles broadly and pushes some snacks into my hands.
For the rest of the evening, I sit beside David on the couch and try to hide my attraction to him, which was quite difficult because he keeps leaning against my shoulder and feeding me the snacks I had brought in earlier.
***
The next few months went quietly. Sebastien cries about Chuck almost every day because he had a new girlfriend. The band continues to practice at Chuck’s, and I'm getting even closer to David, but in a platonic way. We spend almost every day together and talk about everything that comes to our minds. It feels like a normal friendship, but I enjoy the time around him more than around Chuck or anyone else - but who could blame me? Chuck isn’t half as hot as David - yes, I think he's hot. I have never had to question my sexuality before now, although I know I don't have a big interest in girls for a boy at my age. It soon becomes very clear to me that I am gay or bi - I'm not sure which....and it's all David’s fault.
It's around 11a.m. and I have just had Physical Education. David's in the dressing room as well. I take off my stinky clothes and I can see David taking off his shirt out of the corner of my eye: he's thin, pale and doesn’t have a lot of muscle like I do, but I’ve never seen someone as beautiful and perfect as him.
"Hey, Pierre - wanna watch a movie together this evening? We don’t have school tomorrow." I look up at him, snapping out of my daze and meeting his eyes. Fuck - did he notice me staring at him? Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit, he’s waiting for an answer. Back to your mind, Bouvier - what did he ask? Ah - movie, right!
"Oh...yeah - wanna stay the night? My parents are having dinner at a restaurant so we’ll be alone."
"Sure, I just have to pack some stuff home and tell mom."
***
We're sitting on my bed watching "Final Destination" when a question comes up that I'm definitely not expecting.
"What was your first kiss like, Pierre?" he stares at the screen and I do the same, but directed at him and not the screen.
"Kiss? Ehm, I think I was in kindergarten. Too long ago to remember."
"In kindergarten? You’re a player." he teases, and after some minutes he speaks again, "I mean a real kiss like they do on TV."
"They only pretend to kiss. That’s not real." I respond, unsure as to where this conversation is leading to.
"I mean a real kiss between two more mature people than four year old kids."
"Then I think my first kiss was with a girl five years ago at a birthday party of a school mate: Chuck told me her friends said that she said that she thought I was cute. More or less, we were forced to kiss one another - it was short and boring and we were watched by all our school mates. I told her that she tasted like cheese because of the snacks...she slapped me. What about you?"
"Embarrassing - I was 11 years old and I gave the girl I really liked a ring, you know - the plastic ones. I kissed her in front of all our school mates like you did. After that, she started to hate me for blaming her. Very nice story."
"Well then...do you never want to kiss someone again? Even on your own wedding when the priest says now you can kiss the bride ?" I tease him.
"Depends on the person I have to kiss - or marry, for that matter."
"How should the special one be?"
"The one should be nice, should be able to make me laugh, and he shouldn’t snore."
"'He'? You mean...?" I have an odd sort of deja-vu, like the time Seb told me about his crush on Chuck. I have never asked David about his sexuality, but I have thought about it many times and most of all, I have been hoping that he swings the same way as I do. He nods at me lightly and moves his head to face me. He's gay? He's gay! This means that he might like me the same way I like him, "Are you sure about the snoring thing...? Because I do..." he giggles at this. I love that sound.
"Maybe I can make an exception."