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Title: Teach Me
Author: shmorgenheigen
Chapter: Epilogue
Rating: R
Pairing: Pierre/David, Sebastien/Patrick
Word Count: 5187
Summary: David Desrosiers and his group of friends are back to high school for their junior year, expecting another year of the same in their small, American hometown. Little do they know that nothing will ever be the same again once French exchange student Pierre Bouvier comes to learn.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen!
Author's Note: Okay, so I just wanted to tell you guys something exciting. This ended up being a thirty one piece story; 646 pages; 221,281 words. Wow. Thank you for sticking with me until the end! That's seriously amazing that any of you had the attention span to finish this long ass novel. Again, thank you SO much. <3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20:1
Chapter 20:2
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26:1
Chapter 26:2
Chapter 27:1
Chapter 27:2
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Seven Years Later
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"Pierre, knock it off, you're gonna make me mess up!" David complained with a soft laugh as he leaned close to the mirror, taking care to smudge his eyeliner just perfectly around his wild, hazel eyes. Pierre stood behind him, his body pressed against his, his hands on David's sides under his shirt. He grinned stupidly when he wiggled his fingers and David squirmed, letting out a laugh and dropping his arm back on the counter. "I'm serious! Stop it!" David complained again, and he aimed his elbow back at Pierre, smiling when he felt it connect with Pierre's stomach and heard his grunt of pain.
"But I can't!" Pierre told him quickly - every last vestiges of his French accent were gone. David sighed and turned around, smiling up at Pierre with irritation as he flung his black hair out of his eyes. Pierre's smile softened and he moved his hands to David's hips. "You're just so sexy when you're bent over like that..." Pierre continued as his hands moved again under David's shirt and grabbed firmly onto his sides. "I just get so excited," he finished with a devilish grin.
David raised an eyebrow and smirked suggestively at Pierre, though he shook his head and soon was turning back around, returning his attention to himself in the mirror. "Don't you have something you should be doing?" he asked slowly. "Shouldn't you be warming up your vocals or something useful?"
Pierre glared at David in the mirror and gave a soft huff. He leaned over David's body - which was again bent toward the mirror as he attempted to finish his makeup - and brought his lips close to the back of David's neck and ear. He felt David stiffen against him. "You look so innocent, but the guilt in your voice gives you away," Pierre started to sing softly, his hands running far up David's sides under his shirt and holding to him tightly. David turned to face Pierre again, unable to resist staring into those deep, brown eyes. "Yeah, you know what I mean," Pierre continued with a nod and a raised eyebrow. David grinned and rolled his eyes, though his hands found Pierre's stomach just the same. Pierre looked to the side, noticing Sebastien walking by with a knowing smile on his face, and he wrapped an arm quickly around Sebastien's shoulders, pulling him close to their bodies. Sebastien's eyes widened and he looked from Pierre to David questioningly. "How does it feel when you kiss when you know that I trust you? And do you think about me when he fucks you?" Pierre accused in song, pointing his thumb toward Sebastien. David grinned and nodded, and Sebastien gave a sigh and shook his head slowly.
"Pierre, could you be more obscene?" Sebastien asked blankly, and everyone listening in the room began to laugh.
Pierre, David, Sebastien, Jeff and Chuck were all sitting around backstage at a concert hall in New York City, getting ready for their concert to start; the concert that would announce their five continent tour that would be starting in a months time. Needless to say, they were a little bit nervous, though by that point in their careers, they were used to doing shows.
Pierre rolled his eyes and pushed Sebastien away from him and David, before turning his attention back to the man that was still pressed so tightly against his body - his soul mate, his lover, and as of two years previously, his husband. "You excited?" he asked David with a nervous smile.
David didn't have to ask to know that he was talking about the concert, and he nodded quickly. "You?" David asked, and his voice was perhaps a bit more hesitant than Pierre's. Pierre gave a half smile and nodded his head. "It's the first time we're performing Save You live... are you gonna be okay?" David asked hesitantly.
Pierre gave a soft sigh and looked down for a moment, the smile falling from his lips. "I'll be fine, David," he said quietly, though the tone of his voice suggested otherwise.
"Are you sure?" David continued. "'Cause we can just-"
"What? Never play one of our songs?" Pierre talked over him quickly. David bit his lips together and looked up at Pierre with wide, sad eyes. At that look, Pierre couldn't help but smile. "I'll be fine," he said again, this time sounding more genuine. David gave a short nod, though the concern never fell from his features, so Pierre sighed and placed a hand on David's cheek. "Je t'aime, Monsieur Bouvier," he said gently.
And just like that, the childlike grin was back on David's face, though he sighed and held tighter to Pierre's body. "I wish I could be listed like that on the album..." he said longingly.
Pierre gave a soft laugh and nodded his head. "Me too," he agreed weakly, before giving a short shrug. The two stared at each other for a moment before Pierre leaned down and pressed his lips to David's. David's eyes fluttered shut and he leaned up on his toes, his heart beating a little bit faster in his chest when he felt Pierre's hands again on his waist. It was amazing that in over seven years, their kisses still made the room spin, the temperature rise, and everything around them fade away. Neither one could imagine a time when they wouldn't be ridiculously in love, as they were. Their relationship felt perfect.
"Interviewer's coming! Act straight!" Patrick said as he burst into the room and closed the door behind him.
David and Pierre pulled away from each other, their cheeks flushed and their eyes wide. Okay, so maybe their relationship wasn't entirely perfect, but it was pretty damn close. Sebastien grinned childishly and waved at Patrick, who rolled his eyes but blew him a quick kiss just the same. Sebastien smiled wider at that. David shook his hair out of his face and cleared his throat a few times, before putting his hands out in front of him in a groping position and waiting. As soon as the door opened and a tall, skinny, brunette girl started to walk in, David opened his mouth wide and said in a loud voice, "BIG BOOBS!" He grinned as his friends all began to laugh and shrugged around at them, thinking, What? You said act straight... As the girl approached them, perhaps a bit timidly, David dropped his hands and turned to smile at her. "Hi," he said warmly.
"Hi, I'm Amanda from News Flash Online," she said with a nervous smile. It was obvious that she was very excited to be meeting them, but didn't want to let it show.
Pierre gave her a wide smile and held a hand out for her, feeling excited at the way her cheeks turned pink and she seemed to stutter for a few seconds as she took his hand. The idea that people got excited about seeing him still boggled him sometimes. "Hi," he said as he shook her hand for a few short seconds. He turned when he noticed Chuck, Jeff and Sebastien all approaching, each wearing similar kind smiles. "Is it just you? Or do you have camera guys?" he asked quietly.
"The guys are coming now," she told him with a wide, nervous smile. They talked lightly while the camera men came in and set up, and David finished his makeup quickly, as Pierre had been so effectively distracting him a few minutes previously.
"Hey Diva," Sebastien called to David from where the rest of them were grouped together. David turned and glared at him and Sebastien flashed him a toothy grin. "You ready yet?"
"Tais-toi, Sébastien! Il est nécessaire que je me maquille!" David spat quickly.
Sebastien grinned and rolled his eyes while Pierre, Patrick, Chuck and Jeff all began to laugh. After seven years with Pierre, they all spoke French fluently, and they used it to their advantage as often as possible. "Donc, dépêche-toi," Sebastien said softly and David nodded and smiled.
"J'ai fini," he said as he walked back to his band mates. He smiled at the interviewer, Amanda, who looked pleasantly confused.
"Kay! We're ready whenever you are," Pierre told Amanda with a sweet smile.
She smiled wide and nodded a few times, before turning and addressing her camera guys. When everything was all set, she stared into the camera and they started. The interview itself was short, lasting only about three and a half minutes, and in that time they managed to cover all of the basics; where they would be going on tour (North America, South America, Europe, Asia and Australia), who they would be touring with (Good Charlotte being the biggest name) and how long they would be away from home. When she mentioned Save You, Pierre grew quiet and offered a sad smile, though he nodded and responded to any questions she posed. David felt a stab of pity for his husband, but didn't say anything on the matter, as the cameras were still rolling. As soon as they were off and they had waved Amanda and her crew out of the dressing room, David returned his full attention to Pierre again.
"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" he asked again as he wrapped his arms around Pierre's middle.
Pierre sighed and pulled out of David's arms. "David, I'm fine!" he repeated firmly, a bit of irritation staining his words.
"Pierre, man, you don't have to be strong... if it's too hard you can tell us," Sebastien told him gently.
Pierre took a deep breath and held it for a moment but didn't respond. He was sick of his friends treating him as if he was about to break, sick of them speaking to him gently and trying to constantly reassure him. Pierre Bouvier didn't need it.
"Aww, does the big guy need a hug?" Pat asked in a mock baby voice as he held his arms out to Pierre.
Pierre turned and glared at him. "Fuck you, Pat," he said quickly, though he smiled as he said this.
Patrick scoffed and shook his head. "Not if you paid me," he retorted quickly.
"Oh really?" Pierre asked slowly. "That's not what you said a few weeks ago when you had my dick in your mouth," he finished with a shrug. David and Sebastien both began to laugh, their eyes wide and their jaws dropped.
Patrick's face burned instantly red as he stared at Pierre. "I thought we said we weren't gonna talk about that anymore!" Patrick yelled suddenly.
"Wait, what?!" Jeff asked as he stepped into the conversation, followed quickly by Chuck.
Patrick glared at Pierre, who stared at him with a triumphant smirk. "That's why I don't drink tequila," he muttered darkly.
"Wait, are you telling me you guys had a foursome?" Chuck asked slowly.
Pierre grinned and opened his mouth to respond when the door opened. He stopped himself in his tracks and turned back to his friends, his demeanor suddenly serious. "Little ears," he said warningly, and they all nodded, turning to see Gabrielle walking into the room, her school backpack across her shoulder. She had gotten her homework from her teacher and been excused for the week to go to New York with her brother and his friends, and she couldn't have been more stoked about it if she tried. Meeting Good Charlotte was definitely on her list of best memories. "Hey Gabi," Pierre said warmly as he turned to look at her again. When he really took in her appearance, however, the smile fell from his lips and his eyes grew wide. "When did you do that to your hair?!" he demanded suddenly, for he had just noticed that her long, blonde hair was cut to chin's length and she had bangs that fell in her eyes, which were streaked with pink, purple and blue.
She smiled at him and ran her fingers through her hair. "This morning, do you like it? David helped me," she added quickly.
Pierre turned to look at David, his glare incredulous. "You should've talked to me first," he said in a low voice.
David shrugged and smiled apologetically up at Pierre. "I don't see the big deal. She's twelve now... what's a little color and a hair cut? It looks cute," he explained fairly.
Pierre glared at him for a moment longer before turning back to Gabrielle. "Did you finish your homework?" he asked mechanically, completely bypassing the question about her hair.
She scoffed and dropped her jaw. "Come on, Pierre! It's Saturday!" she tried to reason quickly.
"So? You don't get to do fun things like go to concerts if you haven't finished your homework," he told her sternly.
"Are you kidding?" she asked quickly. "I finished most of it! I promise I'll finish it tomorrow!" she begged quickly.
Pierre regarded her skeptically, but looked down at David when he felt his hand on his arm. "Go easy on her, Pie," David said softly.
Pierre sighed and nodded his head. "Okay, but you're not seeing the city at all tomorrow until it's all done," he told her sternly.
She huffed softly and crossed her arms over her chest but didn't say anything else on the matter. Pierre clearly wasn't going to be persuaded much further than David had already done. She hated how serious he had become with her over the past six months, as if he was trying to play the role of father, not just brother. She missed the old Pierre, the one that wanted to show her the world, not hide her from it. This new Pierre drove her crazy.
"So what's with the hair?" Jeff asked kindly, and instantly the smile was back on Gabi's lips and she was approaching the group of six men.
"Do you like it?" She asked quickly as she looked around at them all.
"Yeah, it looks great," Jeff said with a warm smile.
"Do you think a thirteen year old guy will like it?" she asked timidly, and they all exchanged knowing smiles with each other; all of them except for Pierre, that is. Pierre grew suddenly tense.
"Oh yeah, you'd knock the socks off any thirteen year old guy, or fourteen or even fifteen, for that matter," Sebastien told her with an affectionate, older-brotherly smile. Pierre turned and glared at him hard, and Sebastien gave him wide, nervous eyes. "Or girl, if that's what you're into," he added nervously. When Pierre's mouth fell open and he glared at Sebastien harder, Sebastien's eyes got wider and he opened his mouth and stammered a few times. "Or not, ya know... whatever..." he muttered awkwardly.
"What are you doing trying to impress a thirteen year old boy?" Pierre asked her slowly as his attention turned back to his baby sister.
"I have a date next Saturday with Danny Lloyd," she said with an excited smile.
"What?!" Pierre asked loudly.
"Gabs, I thought we were getting married!" Jeff interrupted with mock offense.
Gabrielle stared at Jeff questioningly. "Huh?"
"What?!" Pierre asked again.
"You asked me to marry you!" Jeff continued, hoping to distract Pierre from a very obvious explosion.
Gabrielle began to laugh and she shook her head. "I was, like, five!" she told him quickly.
"So you're over me? Just like that? Because of Danny?" Jeff joked quickly.
Gabrielle scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You're weird," she told him with a smile. "Besides, you sleep with women and never call them back," she told him smartly.
Pierre was distracted from the news of his little sister's date by that statement, and his jaw dropped. All of his friends seemed to be having the same reaction, though a few of them sputtered and David threw a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing. "Where did you hear something like that?!" Pierre demanded loudly.
"I heard Seb and Pat talking about it when I stayed the night at their apartment," she said with a shrug.
Jeff turned to glare at Sebastien and Patrick, who quailed under his stare and held their hands up. "We're just concerned that you move through women a bit carelessly," Sebastien said quickly.
"Well you don't have to talk about it in front of the k-i-d!" Pierre scolded the two of them in a hushed voice, and they turned to look at Pierre, who looked even more shocked and offended than Jeff.
Gabrielle blinked at her brother several times. "I know that you just spelled kid," she said dryly. "And I'm not a little kid anymore!"
"Yes you are!" Pierre told her quickly. "And you're too young to go on dates!"
"I so am not!" She replied angrily.
"You are because I say you are!" Pierre retorted quickly. "You're not going on a date and that's final!"
"You're not mom!" Gabrielle yelled, and suddenly she had tears in her eyes.
"Well someone has to be since she's gone!" Pierre yelled back, fighting the tears in his own eyes.
Gabrielle stared at him for a long moment, before screaming, "I HATE YOU!" and storming out of the room, crying hysterically.
Pierre walked over to the couch in the room and sat down on it, his hands covering his face as he took a deep, shaky breath and let it out slowly. David turned to look at his friends, who were standing around a bit awkwardly, though they had the air of having watched an exchange like this take place several times already. David sighed and walked over to the couch and sat next to Pierre, putting his arm gently around Pierre's shoulders. "She hates me," Pierre muttered as he pulled his hands from his face and rested his head on David's shoulder, curling into his embrace.
David shook his head and ran his fingers soothingly through Pierre's hair. "She's twelve," he said softly. "She doesn't hate you, she just doesn't know what to do with her emotions."
Pierre sat up again and held his hands together in his lap. "I don't know how to do this," he muttered softly. "Mom died six months ago, and I'm still so fucking lost without her," he whispered. David bit down on his bottom lip and placed an arm around Pierre's shoulders. "I'm not a dad, David... I'm only twenty-four fucking years old! I can't do this! I can't raise a twelve year old!" As he spoke, two tears escaped his eyes and he wiped them away roughly, hating himself for giving into this particular emotion.
"Pierre, you're not alone," David told him gently. "We're all here to help. In a way, we all feel like her big brothers... we watched her grow up just like you," he added with a soft laugh as his fingers continued to finger comb Pierre's hair.
"Yeah, man, we're all here for you," Jeff said as he walked over and kneeled down on the ground next to Pierre. Pierre looked up when he saw Chuck, Sebastien and Patrick all walk over as well, giving him reassuring nods.
"How am I supposed to be a dad, a brother and a friend all at the same time?" Pierre asked weakly as he returned his gaze to his hands.
"You're gonna have to figure out a healthy balance," David told him gently. "But... can I tell you something without you freaking out on me?" Pierre turned to look at him and gave a nod. "I think you're too hard on her," he said carefully.
"What else am I supposed to be?" Pierre asked weakly. "I don't wanna fuck up her life. She needs a parent, and I'm all she's got, but I'm not much of a parent at all! Taking her out of school and bringing her across the country for a concert because I had nothing else to do with her? I'm the world's worst parent! And what about when we go on tour? She has to come with us because I can't leave her alone, but what kind of way is that for a little girl to grow up?"
"Dude, she's stoked about going on tour with us!" Chuck offered quickly.
"Yeah, I mean, she practically pissed her pants when she met Joel and Benji," Jeff added with a smile.
"Of course she did... I practically pissed my pants when I met them," David joked, grinning stupidly. "She's gonna have the summer of her life," David offered gently.
"David, think about the kind of shit we get up to on tour," Pierre said exasperatedly. "The parties, the clubs, the bars... she can't be around that shit," he said with a sigh.
"So we don't need to do it," Patrick offered. When his friends turned to look at him sadly, Patrick rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Really? We can have a good time without getting wasted," he added slowly.
Pierre sighed and looked down. "Aside from all that shit... as much fun as she thinks it's gonna be, she's gonna hate living on a bus with six dudes," Pierre pointed out fairly.
"Come on, she's gonna see the world! Go back to Paris, which she probably doesn't even remember since she was four when you guys moved here," David told him quickly. "Yeah, a bus isn't the most ideal living situation, but she loves you. She's gonna be happy just to spend time with you."
"I guess we're just gonna have to figure it out as we go along..." Pierre said softly. He was silent for several long seconds as he thought about everything he and Gabi had argued about, and felt anger flaring inside of him again at the thought of this boy that she supposedly had a date with. "I can't believe she thinks she's old enough to date!" Pierre said randomly.
"Come on, Pie. She needs a life outside of school! Plus, she's only twelve! What can she really get up to? You need to let her go out with her friends and have fun and go on dates with boys... or girls, as Sebastien suggested," he added with a laugh that he couldn't quite suppress.
"Seriously, Seb, what the hell's wrong with you?" Chuck asked quickly. Sebastien opened his mouth and held up both hands. "Why would you say that?"
"I just think she should know the option is available if that's what she wants!" he explained with a nod. "Plus... I panicked with Pierre giving me the death glare," he added quickly.
"But all that shit about fourteen or fifteen year olds?!" Pierre chimed in quickly. "Remember what you were like when you were that age?!"
They all seemed to think about themselves at that age, and suddenly understood where Pierre could have gotten angry. "Man, I was a slut when I was fourteen and fifteen," Patrick said reminiscently.
"You're not helping, Pat," David told him with a sigh.
"Oh, I mean..." Patrick started suddenly. "I played with kittens and had tea parties!"
David rolled his eyes and turned back to Pierre. "The point is, you can't shelter her because you're afraid of her growing up too fast," David told him gently.
Pierre stared into David's eyes for a few seconds longer before nodding and looking down again. "I should go talk to her," Pierre said weakly.
After several long seconds of silence, Jeff voiced the thought that they had all been thinking. "Pierre... seriously... if you don't wanna play Save You, we'll understand."
Pierre shook his head and closed his eyes. It was definitely harder to play after the death of his mother. He had written it several months before she died, hoping it would give her strength, but she still died, and the injustice of it stung at his insides. "My mom died of lung cancer," he said firmly, and he opened his eyes to stare around at his friends. "She was a French woman, she smoked a pack a day... Yeah, she was young, but..." Pierre closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. "If someone else out there is going through what I went through, and they can hear that song and feel hope from it... it's worth it," he said quietly. His eyes opened again slowly and he looked at each of his friends individually, giving them all the same stern stare. "We're playing it," he said sternly, before standing. "I'm gonna go find Gabi..."
He knew he had left an uncomfortable silence behind him, and felt bad about it. He was supposed to help get his band mates excited before a show, not depress them, but in that moment he had something more important to deal with. He found Gabrielle a few halls down, sitting against the wall on the floor crying. He approached her quietly, feeling guilt stabbing at his insides. "Gabi," he said softly.
"Go away," she said thickly and she hid her face in her knees from him.
Pierre sighed and sat down on the ground in front of her, sitting with his legs crossed. "I'm sorry," he said weakly. "I shouldn't have yelled at you." He heard quiet sniffing, though Gabrielle made no effort to talk to him. Pierre moved to sit next to her and touched her shoulder gently. "Come on, I said I was sorry," he said weakly. Slowly, she pulled her face from her knees and stared at him sadly. "Hi," he said softly.
"Hi," she responded quietly.
He gave her a sweet smile and wiped her cheek with his thumb. "I suppose... if I get to meet him first... you can go on a date with this Dustin kid," he grumbled reluctantly.
"Danny," she corrected quickly, though she smiled just the same.
Pierre grumbled unintelligible words under his breath and nodded a few times. "I'm sorry if I'm a little hard on you sometimes..." he told her quietly.
"A little?" she asked skeptically.
"Hey, don't push it," Pierre grumbled in response, though he offered a smile none the less. "Okay, so I guess I've been pretty tough on you since mom..." Pierre trailed off softly. He knew he couldn't finish that sentence without bursting into tears and he wanted to be strong for his sister. Gabrielle nodded and two fresh tears fell from her eyes. "I'm sorry... I just... I love you, Gabi, and I don't wanna do this wrong."
"You don't have to baby me, Pierre," Gabrielle told him weakly. "I'm not a little kid anymore..."
"No, you're not," he agreed quietly. "But you're not an adult, either." Gabrielle gave him a soft smile and Pierre pulled her into a hug. "I wanna be as good a parent as mom, but I'm just... not..."
Gabrielle closed her eyes and hugged her brother back, more tears coming from her eyes. "I miss her," she whispered weakly and within seconds she was sobbing again.
Pierre closed his eyes tight and held tighter to his sister, willing the tears to stay in his eyes, though within seconds they were streaming down his cheeks. "Me too," he whispered in response. After a long few minutes, Pierre pulled back and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, staring down at his sister with a weak smile. "I'm gonna try to be easier on you, okay?" Gabrielle nodded and bit her lips together. "But stop trying to be such a grown up all the time," he requested weakly.
After another ten minutes, the two got up and walked back to the backstage dressing room together, both wiping their eyes. When they entered the room, their friends greeted them as if nothing had happened, and for that, Pierre was grateful. He examined himself in the mirror, noting that he really didn't look too bad, as he hadn't let himself cry too much. "Gabi, why don't you go with Pat?" Pierre offered softly. "You can hang out where he does just behind the stage." She nodded and started to leave with him, but stopped when he called her attention back. "Wear earplugs!" he demanded quickly. She stared at him skeptically, giving him a look that clearly screamed 'what did we just talk about?' and Pierre gave a guilty smile. "Please?" He added quickly.
"Kay," she agreed and took a fresh pair that Sebastien threw to her.
Sebastien ran over to where they stood, looking at Gabrielle awkwardly. "Hey, I heard there's cookies out there," he said in a soft voice, the kind that one used to talk to three year olds.
Gabrielle rolled her eyes and started toward the door. "If you wanna make out, just tell me and I'll leave," she grumbled as she opened the door and left through it.
"God, are we sure she's only twelve?" Sebastien asked as he turned to look at his five friends.
"She's not going to your apartment anymore!" Pierre said quickly to Sebastien and Patrick. "You guys clearly can't filter yourselves around her."
"Yeah! Talking about my sex life with her over?!" Jeff remembered suddenly. "Which is my business, thank you!"
"I'm just saying! You're a slut!" Sebastien retorted with a wide smile.
"Seb? You wanted to make out?" Patrick reminded him softly.
Sebastien turned back to Patrick and smiled wider. "Oh yeah, thanks," he muttered, before placing his hand on the back of Patrick's head and pulling him into a quick, fiery kiss, their tongues pressing firmly against each other.
David smirked as he walked up behind Patrick and placed his hands on Patrick's shoulders. Patrick jumped and pulled away from Sebastien, his eyes wide. "Aww, come on, Pat! You liked it two weeks ago!" David reminded him with a grin.
"I was fucking hammered!" Patrick said quickly.
"Wow, you seriously all had sex together?" Chuck asked slowly. David simply grinned at him in response. "Well I feel left out, don't you Jeff?"
Jeff scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Totally left out. How rude."
Pierre walked between them and put an arm around both of them. "You guys can come to my hotel room later," he told them with a wink. They both laughed in response.
"Okay! You guys need to get on stage!" Patrick reminded them quickly, and he turned to give Sebastien another kiss, only to find David standing in his place, his eyes closed and his lips pursed comically as if he was waiting for a kiss. Patrick sighed and gave David a quick kiss, who grinned in response, before turning and engaging Sebastien in another heated embrace. Pierre and David also gave each other quick, passionate kisses before they all set off together to play the show. David was excited for the show, and more excited for after the show, when they would both be so hyped up on energy that they would no doubt share amazing sex in the hotel room. After seven years together, the group of six was as close as ever, and though many things had changed, David knew one thing would never change: they would all love each other until they died, and that in itself was something worth living for.
Author: shmorgenheigen
Chapter: Epilogue
Rating: R
Pairing: Pierre/David, Sebastien/Patrick
Word Count: 5187
Summary: David Desrosiers and his group of friends are back to high school for their junior year, expecting another year of the same in their small, American hometown. Little do they know that nothing will ever be the same again once French exchange student Pierre Bouvier comes to learn.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen!
Author's Note: Okay, so I just wanted to tell you guys something exciting. This ended up being a thirty one piece story; 646 pages; 221,281 words. Wow. Thank you for sticking with me until the end! That's seriously amazing that any of you had the attention span to finish this long ass novel. Again, thank you SO much. <3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20:1
Chapter 20:2
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26:1
Chapter 26:2
Chapter 27:1
Chapter 27:2
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Seven Years Later
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"Pierre, knock it off, you're gonna make me mess up!" David complained with a soft laugh as he leaned close to the mirror, taking care to smudge his eyeliner just perfectly around his wild, hazel eyes. Pierre stood behind him, his body pressed against his, his hands on David's sides under his shirt. He grinned stupidly when he wiggled his fingers and David squirmed, letting out a laugh and dropping his arm back on the counter. "I'm serious! Stop it!" David complained again, and he aimed his elbow back at Pierre, smiling when he felt it connect with Pierre's stomach and heard his grunt of pain.
"But I can't!" Pierre told him quickly - every last vestiges of his French accent were gone. David sighed and turned around, smiling up at Pierre with irritation as he flung his black hair out of his eyes. Pierre's smile softened and he moved his hands to David's hips. "You're just so sexy when you're bent over like that..." Pierre continued as his hands moved again under David's shirt and grabbed firmly onto his sides. "I just get so excited," he finished with a devilish grin.
David raised an eyebrow and smirked suggestively at Pierre, though he shook his head and soon was turning back around, returning his attention to himself in the mirror. "Don't you have something you should be doing?" he asked slowly. "Shouldn't you be warming up your vocals or something useful?"
Pierre glared at David in the mirror and gave a soft huff. He leaned over David's body - which was again bent toward the mirror as he attempted to finish his makeup - and brought his lips close to the back of David's neck and ear. He felt David stiffen against him. "You look so innocent, but the guilt in your voice gives you away," Pierre started to sing softly, his hands running far up David's sides under his shirt and holding to him tightly. David turned to face Pierre again, unable to resist staring into those deep, brown eyes. "Yeah, you know what I mean," Pierre continued with a nod and a raised eyebrow. David grinned and rolled his eyes, though his hands found Pierre's stomach just the same. Pierre looked to the side, noticing Sebastien walking by with a knowing smile on his face, and he wrapped an arm quickly around Sebastien's shoulders, pulling him close to their bodies. Sebastien's eyes widened and he looked from Pierre to David questioningly. "How does it feel when you kiss when you know that I trust you? And do you think about me when he fucks you?" Pierre accused in song, pointing his thumb toward Sebastien. David grinned and nodded, and Sebastien gave a sigh and shook his head slowly.
"Pierre, could you be more obscene?" Sebastien asked blankly, and everyone listening in the room began to laugh.
Pierre, David, Sebastien, Jeff and Chuck were all sitting around backstage at a concert hall in New York City, getting ready for their concert to start; the concert that would announce their five continent tour that would be starting in a months time. Needless to say, they were a little bit nervous, though by that point in their careers, they were used to doing shows.
Pierre rolled his eyes and pushed Sebastien away from him and David, before turning his attention back to the man that was still pressed so tightly against his body - his soul mate, his lover, and as of two years previously, his husband. "You excited?" he asked David with a nervous smile.
David didn't have to ask to know that he was talking about the concert, and he nodded quickly. "You?" David asked, and his voice was perhaps a bit more hesitant than Pierre's. Pierre gave a half smile and nodded his head. "It's the first time we're performing Save You live... are you gonna be okay?" David asked hesitantly.
Pierre gave a soft sigh and looked down for a moment, the smile falling from his lips. "I'll be fine, David," he said quietly, though the tone of his voice suggested otherwise.
"Are you sure?" David continued. "'Cause we can just-"
"What? Never play one of our songs?" Pierre talked over him quickly. David bit his lips together and looked up at Pierre with wide, sad eyes. At that look, Pierre couldn't help but smile. "I'll be fine," he said again, this time sounding more genuine. David gave a short nod, though the concern never fell from his features, so Pierre sighed and placed a hand on David's cheek. "Je t'aime, Monsieur Bouvier," he said gently.
And just like that, the childlike grin was back on David's face, though he sighed and held tighter to Pierre's body. "I wish I could be listed like that on the album..." he said longingly.
Pierre gave a soft laugh and nodded his head. "Me too," he agreed weakly, before giving a short shrug. The two stared at each other for a moment before Pierre leaned down and pressed his lips to David's. David's eyes fluttered shut and he leaned up on his toes, his heart beating a little bit faster in his chest when he felt Pierre's hands again on his waist. It was amazing that in over seven years, their kisses still made the room spin, the temperature rise, and everything around them fade away. Neither one could imagine a time when they wouldn't be ridiculously in love, as they were. Their relationship felt perfect.
"Interviewer's coming! Act straight!" Patrick said as he burst into the room and closed the door behind him.
David and Pierre pulled away from each other, their cheeks flushed and their eyes wide. Okay, so maybe their relationship wasn't entirely perfect, but it was pretty damn close. Sebastien grinned childishly and waved at Patrick, who rolled his eyes but blew him a quick kiss just the same. Sebastien smiled wider at that. David shook his hair out of his face and cleared his throat a few times, before putting his hands out in front of him in a groping position and waiting. As soon as the door opened and a tall, skinny, brunette girl started to walk in, David opened his mouth wide and said in a loud voice, "BIG BOOBS!" He grinned as his friends all began to laugh and shrugged around at them, thinking, What? You said act straight... As the girl approached them, perhaps a bit timidly, David dropped his hands and turned to smile at her. "Hi," he said warmly.
"Hi, I'm Amanda from News Flash Online," she said with a nervous smile. It was obvious that she was very excited to be meeting them, but didn't want to let it show.
Pierre gave her a wide smile and held a hand out for her, feeling excited at the way her cheeks turned pink and she seemed to stutter for a few seconds as she took his hand. The idea that people got excited about seeing him still boggled him sometimes. "Hi," he said as he shook her hand for a few short seconds. He turned when he noticed Chuck, Jeff and Sebastien all approaching, each wearing similar kind smiles. "Is it just you? Or do you have camera guys?" he asked quietly.
"The guys are coming now," she told him with a wide, nervous smile. They talked lightly while the camera men came in and set up, and David finished his makeup quickly, as Pierre had been so effectively distracting him a few minutes previously.
"Hey Diva," Sebastien called to David from where the rest of them were grouped together. David turned and glared at him and Sebastien flashed him a toothy grin. "You ready yet?"
"Tais-toi, Sébastien! Il est nécessaire que je me maquille!" David spat quickly.
Sebastien grinned and rolled his eyes while Pierre, Patrick, Chuck and Jeff all began to laugh. After seven years with Pierre, they all spoke French fluently, and they used it to their advantage as often as possible. "Donc, dépêche-toi," Sebastien said softly and David nodded and smiled.
"J'ai fini," he said as he walked back to his band mates. He smiled at the interviewer, Amanda, who looked pleasantly confused.
"Kay! We're ready whenever you are," Pierre told Amanda with a sweet smile.
She smiled wide and nodded a few times, before turning and addressing her camera guys. When everything was all set, she stared into the camera and they started. The interview itself was short, lasting only about three and a half minutes, and in that time they managed to cover all of the basics; where they would be going on tour (North America, South America, Europe, Asia and Australia), who they would be touring with (Good Charlotte being the biggest name) and how long they would be away from home. When she mentioned Save You, Pierre grew quiet and offered a sad smile, though he nodded and responded to any questions she posed. David felt a stab of pity for his husband, but didn't say anything on the matter, as the cameras were still rolling. As soon as they were off and they had waved Amanda and her crew out of the dressing room, David returned his full attention to Pierre again.
"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" he asked again as he wrapped his arms around Pierre's middle.
Pierre sighed and pulled out of David's arms. "David, I'm fine!" he repeated firmly, a bit of irritation staining his words.
"Pierre, man, you don't have to be strong... if it's too hard you can tell us," Sebastien told him gently.
Pierre took a deep breath and held it for a moment but didn't respond. He was sick of his friends treating him as if he was about to break, sick of them speaking to him gently and trying to constantly reassure him. Pierre Bouvier didn't need it.
"Aww, does the big guy need a hug?" Pat asked in a mock baby voice as he held his arms out to Pierre.
Pierre turned and glared at him. "Fuck you, Pat," he said quickly, though he smiled as he said this.
Patrick scoffed and shook his head. "Not if you paid me," he retorted quickly.
"Oh really?" Pierre asked slowly. "That's not what you said a few weeks ago when you had my dick in your mouth," he finished with a shrug. David and Sebastien both began to laugh, their eyes wide and their jaws dropped.
Patrick's face burned instantly red as he stared at Pierre. "I thought we said we weren't gonna talk about that anymore!" Patrick yelled suddenly.
"Wait, what?!" Jeff asked as he stepped into the conversation, followed quickly by Chuck.
Patrick glared at Pierre, who stared at him with a triumphant smirk. "That's why I don't drink tequila," he muttered darkly.
"Wait, are you telling me you guys had a foursome?" Chuck asked slowly.
Pierre grinned and opened his mouth to respond when the door opened. He stopped himself in his tracks and turned back to his friends, his demeanor suddenly serious. "Little ears," he said warningly, and they all nodded, turning to see Gabrielle walking into the room, her school backpack across her shoulder. She had gotten her homework from her teacher and been excused for the week to go to New York with her brother and his friends, and she couldn't have been more stoked about it if she tried. Meeting Good Charlotte was definitely on her list of best memories. "Hey Gabi," Pierre said warmly as he turned to look at her again. When he really took in her appearance, however, the smile fell from his lips and his eyes grew wide. "When did you do that to your hair?!" he demanded suddenly, for he had just noticed that her long, blonde hair was cut to chin's length and she had bangs that fell in her eyes, which were streaked with pink, purple and blue.
She smiled at him and ran her fingers through her hair. "This morning, do you like it? David helped me," she added quickly.
Pierre turned to look at David, his glare incredulous. "You should've talked to me first," he said in a low voice.
David shrugged and smiled apologetically up at Pierre. "I don't see the big deal. She's twelve now... what's a little color and a hair cut? It looks cute," he explained fairly.
Pierre glared at him for a moment longer before turning back to Gabrielle. "Did you finish your homework?" he asked mechanically, completely bypassing the question about her hair.
She scoffed and dropped her jaw. "Come on, Pierre! It's Saturday!" she tried to reason quickly.
"So? You don't get to do fun things like go to concerts if you haven't finished your homework," he told her sternly.
"Are you kidding?" she asked quickly. "I finished most of it! I promise I'll finish it tomorrow!" she begged quickly.
Pierre regarded her skeptically, but looked down at David when he felt his hand on his arm. "Go easy on her, Pie," David said softly.
Pierre sighed and nodded his head. "Okay, but you're not seeing the city at all tomorrow until it's all done," he told her sternly.
She huffed softly and crossed her arms over her chest but didn't say anything else on the matter. Pierre clearly wasn't going to be persuaded much further than David had already done. She hated how serious he had become with her over the past six months, as if he was trying to play the role of father, not just brother. She missed the old Pierre, the one that wanted to show her the world, not hide her from it. This new Pierre drove her crazy.
"So what's with the hair?" Jeff asked kindly, and instantly the smile was back on Gabi's lips and she was approaching the group of six men.
"Do you like it?" She asked quickly as she looked around at them all.
"Yeah, it looks great," Jeff said with a warm smile.
"Do you think a thirteen year old guy will like it?" she asked timidly, and they all exchanged knowing smiles with each other; all of them except for Pierre, that is. Pierre grew suddenly tense.
"Oh yeah, you'd knock the socks off any thirteen year old guy, or fourteen or even fifteen, for that matter," Sebastien told her with an affectionate, older-brotherly smile. Pierre turned and glared at him hard, and Sebastien gave him wide, nervous eyes. "Or girl, if that's what you're into," he added nervously. When Pierre's mouth fell open and he glared at Sebastien harder, Sebastien's eyes got wider and he opened his mouth and stammered a few times. "Or not, ya know... whatever..." he muttered awkwardly.
"What are you doing trying to impress a thirteen year old boy?" Pierre asked her slowly as his attention turned back to his baby sister.
"I have a date next Saturday with Danny Lloyd," she said with an excited smile.
"What?!" Pierre asked loudly.
"Gabs, I thought we were getting married!" Jeff interrupted with mock offense.
Gabrielle stared at Jeff questioningly. "Huh?"
"What?!" Pierre asked again.
"You asked me to marry you!" Jeff continued, hoping to distract Pierre from a very obvious explosion.
Gabrielle began to laugh and she shook her head. "I was, like, five!" she told him quickly.
"So you're over me? Just like that? Because of Danny?" Jeff joked quickly.
Gabrielle scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You're weird," she told him with a smile. "Besides, you sleep with women and never call them back," she told him smartly.
Pierre was distracted from the news of his little sister's date by that statement, and his jaw dropped. All of his friends seemed to be having the same reaction, though a few of them sputtered and David threw a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing. "Where did you hear something like that?!" Pierre demanded loudly.
"I heard Seb and Pat talking about it when I stayed the night at their apartment," she said with a shrug.
Jeff turned to glare at Sebastien and Patrick, who quailed under his stare and held their hands up. "We're just concerned that you move through women a bit carelessly," Sebastien said quickly.
"Well you don't have to talk about it in front of the k-i-d!" Pierre scolded the two of them in a hushed voice, and they turned to look at Pierre, who looked even more shocked and offended than Jeff.
Gabrielle blinked at her brother several times. "I know that you just spelled kid," she said dryly. "And I'm not a little kid anymore!"
"Yes you are!" Pierre told her quickly. "And you're too young to go on dates!"
"I so am not!" She replied angrily.
"You are because I say you are!" Pierre retorted quickly. "You're not going on a date and that's final!"
"You're not mom!" Gabrielle yelled, and suddenly she had tears in her eyes.
"Well someone has to be since she's gone!" Pierre yelled back, fighting the tears in his own eyes.
Gabrielle stared at him for a long moment, before screaming, "I HATE YOU!" and storming out of the room, crying hysterically.
Pierre walked over to the couch in the room and sat down on it, his hands covering his face as he took a deep, shaky breath and let it out slowly. David turned to look at his friends, who were standing around a bit awkwardly, though they had the air of having watched an exchange like this take place several times already. David sighed and walked over to the couch and sat next to Pierre, putting his arm gently around Pierre's shoulders. "She hates me," Pierre muttered as he pulled his hands from his face and rested his head on David's shoulder, curling into his embrace.
David shook his head and ran his fingers soothingly through Pierre's hair. "She's twelve," he said softly. "She doesn't hate you, she just doesn't know what to do with her emotions."
Pierre sat up again and held his hands together in his lap. "I don't know how to do this," he muttered softly. "Mom died six months ago, and I'm still so fucking lost without her," he whispered. David bit down on his bottom lip and placed an arm around Pierre's shoulders. "I'm not a dad, David... I'm only twenty-four fucking years old! I can't do this! I can't raise a twelve year old!" As he spoke, two tears escaped his eyes and he wiped them away roughly, hating himself for giving into this particular emotion.
"Pierre, you're not alone," David told him gently. "We're all here to help. In a way, we all feel like her big brothers... we watched her grow up just like you," he added with a soft laugh as his fingers continued to finger comb Pierre's hair.
"Yeah, man, we're all here for you," Jeff said as he walked over and kneeled down on the ground next to Pierre. Pierre looked up when he saw Chuck, Sebastien and Patrick all walk over as well, giving him reassuring nods.
"How am I supposed to be a dad, a brother and a friend all at the same time?" Pierre asked weakly as he returned his gaze to his hands.
"You're gonna have to figure out a healthy balance," David told him gently. "But... can I tell you something without you freaking out on me?" Pierre turned to look at him and gave a nod. "I think you're too hard on her," he said carefully.
"What else am I supposed to be?" Pierre asked weakly. "I don't wanna fuck up her life. She needs a parent, and I'm all she's got, but I'm not much of a parent at all! Taking her out of school and bringing her across the country for a concert because I had nothing else to do with her? I'm the world's worst parent! And what about when we go on tour? She has to come with us because I can't leave her alone, but what kind of way is that for a little girl to grow up?"
"Dude, she's stoked about going on tour with us!" Chuck offered quickly.
"Yeah, I mean, she practically pissed her pants when she met Joel and Benji," Jeff added with a smile.
"Of course she did... I practically pissed my pants when I met them," David joked, grinning stupidly. "She's gonna have the summer of her life," David offered gently.
"David, think about the kind of shit we get up to on tour," Pierre said exasperatedly. "The parties, the clubs, the bars... she can't be around that shit," he said with a sigh.
"So we don't need to do it," Patrick offered. When his friends turned to look at him sadly, Patrick rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Really? We can have a good time without getting wasted," he added slowly.
Pierre sighed and looked down. "Aside from all that shit... as much fun as she thinks it's gonna be, she's gonna hate living on a bus with six dudes," Pierre pointed out fairly.
"Come on, she's gonna see the world! Go back to Paris, which she probably doesn't even remember since she was four when you guys moved here," David told him quickly. "Yeah, a bus isn't the most ideal living situation, but she loves you. She's gonna be happy just to spend time with you."
"I guess we're just gonna have to figure it out as we go along..." Pierre said softly. He was silent for several long seconds as he thought about everything he and Gabi had argued about, and felt anger flaring inside of him again at the thought of this boy that she supposedly had a date with. "I can't believe she thinks she's old enough to date!" Pierre said randomly.
"Come on, Pie. She needs a life outside of school! Plus, she's only twelve! What can she really get up to? You need to let her go out with her friends and have fun and go on dates with boys... or girls, as Sebastien suggested," he added with a laugh that he couldn't quite suppress.
"Seriously, Seb, what the hell's wrong with you?" Chuck asked quickly. Sebastien opened his mouth and held up both hands. "Why would you say that?"
"I just think she should know the option is available if that's what she wants!" he explained with a nod. "Plus... I panicked with Pierre giving me the death glare," he added quickly.
"But all that shit about fourteen or fifteen year olds?!" Pierre chimed in quickly. "Remember what you were like when you were that age?!"
They all seemed to think about themselves at that age, and suddenly understood where Pierre could have gotten angry. "Man, I was a slut when I was fourteen and fifteen," Patrick said reminiscently.
"You're not helping, Pat," David told him with a sigh.
"Oh, I mean..." Patrick started suddenly. "I played with kittens and had tea parties!"
David rolled his eyes and turned back to Pierre. "The point is, you can't shelter her because you're afraid of her growing up too fast," David told him gently.
Pierre stared into David's eyes for a few seconds longer before nodding and looking down again. "I should go talk to her," Pierre said weakly.
After several long seconds of silence, Jeff voiced the thought that they had all been thinking. "Pierre... seriously... if you don't wanna play Save You, we'll understand."
Pierre shook his head and closed his eyes. It was definitely harder to play after the death of his mother. He had written it several months before she died, hoping it would give her strength, but she still died, and the injustice of it stung at his insides. "My mom died of lung cancer," he said firmly, and he opened his eyes to stare around at his friends. "She was a French woman, she smoked a pack a day... Yeah, she was young, but..." Pierre closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. "If someone else out there is going through what I went through, and they can hear that song and feel hope from it... it's worth it," he said quietly. His eyes opened again slowly and he looked at each of his friends individually, giving them all the same stern stare. "We're playing it," he said sternly, before standing. "I'm gonna go find Gabi..."
He knew he had left an uncomfortable silence behind him, and felt bad about it. He was supposed to help get his band mates excited before a show, not depress them, but in that moment he had something more important to deal with. He found Gabrielle a few halls down, sitting against the wall on the floor crying. He approached her quietly, feeling guilt stabbing at his insides. "Gabi," he said softly.
"Go away," she said thickly and she hid her face in her knees from him.
Pierre sighed and sat down on the ground in front of her, sitting with his legs crossed. "I'm sorry," he said weakly. "I shouldn't have yelled at you." He heard quiet sniffing, though Gabrielle made no effort to talk to him. Pierre moved to sit next to her and touched her shoulder gently. "Come on, I said I was sorry," he said weakly. Slowly, she pulled her face from her knees and stared at him sadly. "Hi," he said softly.
"Hi," she responded quietly.
He gave her a sweet smile and wiped her cheek with his thumb. "I suppose... if I get to meet him first... you can go on a date with this Dustin kid," he grumbled reluctantly.
"Danny," she corrected quickly, though she smiled just the same.
Pierre grumbled unintelligible words under his breath and nodded a few times. "I'm sorry if I'm a little hard on you sometimes..." he told her quietly.
"A little?" she asked skeptically.
"Hey, don't push it," Pierre grumbled in response, though he offered a smile none the less. "Okay, so I guess I've been pretty tough on you since mom..." Pierre trailed off softly. He knew he couldn't finish that sentence without bursting into tears and he wanted to be strong for his sister. Gabrielle nodded and two fresh tears fell from her eyes. "I'm sorry... I just... I love you, Gabi, and I don't wanna do this wrong."
"You don't have to baby me, Pierre," Gabrielle told him weakly. "I'm not a little kid anymore..."
"No, you're not," he agreed quietly. "But you're not an adult, either." Gabrielle gave him a soft smile and Pierre pulled her into a hug. "I wanna be as good a parent as mom, but I'm just... not..."
Gabrielle closed her eyes and hugged her brother back, more tears coming from her eyes. "I miss her," she whispered weakly and within seconds she was sobbing again.
Pierre closed his eyes tight and held tighter to his sister, willing the tears to stay in his eyes, though within seconds they were streaming down his cheeks. "Me too," he whispered in response. After a long few minutes, Pierre pulled back and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, staring down at his sister with a weak smile. "I'm gonna try to be easier on you, okay?" Gabrielle nodded and bit her lips together. "But stop trying to be such a grown up all the time," he requested weakly.
After another ten minutes, the two got up and walked back to the backstage dressing room together, both wiping their eyes. When they entered the room, their friends greeted them as if nothing had happened, and for that, Pierre was grateful. He examined himself in the mirror, noting that he really didn't look too bad, as he hadn't let himself cry too much. "Gabi, why don't you go with Pat?" Pierre offered softly. "You can hang out where he does just behind the stage." She nodded and started to leave with him, but stopped when he called her attention back. "Wear earplugs!" he demanded quickly. She stared at him skeptically, giving him a look that clearly screamed 'what did we just talk about?' and Pierre gave a guilty smile. "Please?" He added quickly.
"Kay," she agreed and took a fresh pair that Sebastien threw to her.
Sebastien ran over to where they stood, looking at Gabrielle awkwardly. "Hey, I heard there's cookies out there," he said in a soft voice, the kind that one used to talk to three year olds.
Gabrielle rolled her eyes and started toward the door. "If you wanna make out, just tell me and I'll leave," she grumbled as she opened the door and left through it.
"God, are we sure she's only twelve?" Sebastien asked as he turned to look at his five friends.
"She's not going to your apartment anymore!" Pierre said quickly to Sebastien and Patrick. "You guys clearly can't filter yourselves around her."
"Yeah! Talking about my sex life with her over?!" Jeff remembered suddenly. "Which is my business, thank you!"
"I'm just saying! You're a slut!" Sebastien retorted with a wide smile.
"Seb? You wanted to make out?" Patrick reminded him softly.
Sebastien turned back to Patrick and smiled wider. "Oh yeah, thanks," he muttered, before placing his hand on the back of Patrick's head and pulling him into a quick, fiery kiss, their tongues pressing firmly against each other.
David smirked as he walked up behind Patrick and placed his hands on Patrick's shoulders. Patrick jumped and pulled away from Sebastien, his eyes wide. "Aww, come on, Pat! You liked it two weeks ago!" David reminded him with a grin.
"I was fucking hammered!" Patrick said quickly.
"Wow, you seriously all had sex together?" Chuck asked slowly. David simply grinned at him in response. "Well I feel left out, don't you Jeff?"
Jeff scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Totally left out. How rude."
Pierre walked between them and put an arm around both of them. "You guys can come to my hotel room later," he told them with a wink. They both laughed in response.
"Okay! You guys need to get on stage!" Patrick reminded them quickly, and he turned to give Sebastien another kiss, only to find David standing in his place, his eyes closed and his lips pursed comically as if he was waiting for a kiss. Patrick sighed and gave David a quick kiss, who grinned in response, before turning and engaging Sebastien in another heated embrace. Pierre and David also gave each other quick, passionate kisses before they all set off together to play the show. David was excited for the show, and more excited for after the show, when they would both be so hyped up on energy that they would no doubt share amazing sex in the hotel room. After seven years together, the group of six was as close as ever, and though many things had changed, David knew one thing would never change: they would all love each other until they died, and that in itself was something worth living for.