The Last Day - Chapter 06
Title: The Last Day
Author: Viv
Genre: drama, angst, fluff, humor
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Simple Plan [music - band]
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Disclaimer: *shakes head* of course they're mine, like, DUH!
Summary: It’s been seven years to this date. [multi-chaptered: (01)(02)(03)(04)(05)]
So there I was, in love with someone with whom I had a friendship of almost only two years but yet I considered it as one of my most important ones. I couldn’t bear the fact of losing Sebastien.
Frankly, I was terrified.
I almost wanted to be able to go back to hating him so that I didn’t have to feel this miserable. At least then I could show how I felt and let my frustration run loose, taking it out on him, whereas now I wouldn’t dare to do anything because I cared too much.
So when Charles told me not to worry, I felt even more anxious about everything. Easier said then done. How exactly did he expect me to so laid-back about him when I had never had feelings for another guy before and that guy happened to be my once worst enemy for about two months before suddenly becoming my best friend?
I sat there in the living room where my friends had left me, moping around for close to what was probably an hour before I heard some noises from upstairs and my ears quickly perked up when I heard footsteps heading down the stairs. When I finally looked up, a figure appeared in the living room’s threshold and blinked at me in confusion and surprise.
Sebastien.
He smiled weakly and unconfortably as I forcedly grinned back and looked down at my hands, resting on my lap.
“I thought you left with the guys.”
“I thought you left with the guys.”
“… No.”
“Neither.”
“… David?”
“Ouais?” [Yeah?]
“Je peux te parler?” [Can I talk to you?]
It took me a few seconds to answer. I finally looked back up at him and plastered on another smile, motioning for him to come over and sit down as I turned sideway on the couch and crossed my legs to sit in a Indian position, my back against the armrest.
He took a moment before finally trudging over and plopping down on the other end of the couch, not too far from me, facing me as he hugged his legs to him. His chin resting on his knees, he blinked at me before speaking.
“We haven’t talked in a while.”
“Je sais.” [I know.]
“What happened?”
“I... don’t know. I guess I’ve been preoccupied and stuffs.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
A silence settled between us for a few moments. I kept avoiding his gaze, afraid I’d lose myself in the blue of his orbs and that my eyes would betray of my true feelings for him.
“I’m sorry David.”
“What? For what?”
“Just. Haven’t been around much lately.”
“It’s alright. It’s partly my fault anyway.”
“I - I need to tell you something.”
“Yeah?”
“I - I think - I might…”
“Qu’est-qu’il y a, Seb?” [What is it, Seb?]
“I - I think I’m gay.”
The instant those words sunk in my head, I blinked at him in shock a few times, unable to formulate any coherent response to his revelation. He shifted unconfortably under my intense stare and kept his eyes fixed on is knees. I finally forced some words out of my mouth.
“Since when?”
“Uh?”
“I mean, depuis quand que tu sais ça?” [since when do you know that?]
“I don’t know. A few months ago.”
“… How?” I was dreading his answer.
“I… started feeling all weird around this person and then I finally realized I had a huge crush and that I really liked him. A guy.”
I started feeling my heart breaking into pieces. “You like a guy?” My voice cracked.
“I - I think… I think I’m in love with him.” He murmured the last part.
"Oh."
"David?"
I stood up and walked out of the living room, out of the house.
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March 9, 2005
Author: Viv
Genre: drama, angst, fluff, humor
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Simple Plan [music - band]
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Disclaimer: *shakes head* of course they're mine, like, DUH!
Summary: It’s been seven years to this date. [multi-chaptered: (01)(02)(03)(04)(05)]
So there I was, in love with someone with whom I had a friendship of almost only two years but yet I considered it as one of my most important ones. I couldn’t bear the fact of losing Sebastien.
Frankly, I was terrified.
I almost wanted to be able to go back to hating him so that I didn’t have to feel this miserable. At least then I could show how I felt and let my frustration run loose, taking it out on him, whereas now I wouldn’t dare to do anything because I cared too much.
So when Charles told me not to worry, I felt even more anxious about everything. Easier said then done. How exactly did he expect me to so laid-back about him when I had never had feelings for another guy before and that guy happened to be my once worst enemy for about two months before suddenly becoming my best friend?
I sat there in the living room where my friends had left me, moping around for close to what was probably an hour before I heard some noises from upstairs and my ears quickly perked up when I heard footsteps heading down the stairs. When I finally looked up, a figure appeared in the living room’s threshold and blinked at me in confusion and surprise.
Sebastien.
He smiled weakly and unconfortably as I forcedly grinned back and looked down at my hands, resting on my lap.
“I thought you left with the guys.”
“I thought you left with the guys.”
“… No.”
“Neither.”
“… David?”
“Ouais?” [Yeah?]
“Je peux te parler?” [Can I talk to you?]
It took me a few seconds to answer. I finally looked back up at him and plastered on another smile, motioning for him to come over and sit down as I turned sideway on the couch and crossed my legs to sit in a Indian position, my back against the armrest.
He took a moment before finally trudging over and plopping down on the other end of the couch, not too far from me, facing me as he hugged his legs to him. His chin resting on his knees, he blinked at me before speaking.
“We haven’t talked in a while.”
“Je sais.” [I know.]
“What happened?”
“I... don’t know. I guess I’ve been preoccupied and stuffs.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
A silence settled between us for a few moments. I kept avoiding his gaze, afraid I’d lose myself in the blue of his orbs and that my eyes would betray of my true feelings for him.
“I’m sorry David.”
“What? For what?”
“Just. Haven’t been around much lately.”
“It’s alright. It’s partly my fault anyway.”
“I - I need to tell you something.”
“Yeah?”
“I - I think - I might…”
“Qu’est-qu’il y a, Seb?” [What is it, Seb?]
“I - I think I’m gay.”
The instant those words sunk in my head, I blinked at him in shock a few times, unable to formulate any coherent response to his revelation. He shifted unconfortably under my intense stare and kept his eyes fixed on is knees. I finally forced some words out of my mouth.
“Since when?”
“Uh?”
“I mean, depuis quand que tu sais ça?” [since when do you know that?]
“I don’t know. A few months ago.”
“… How?” I was dreading his answer.
“I… started feeling all weird around this person and then I finally realized I had a huge crush and that I really liked him. A guy.”
I started feeling my heart breaking into pieces. “You like a guy?” My voice cracked.
“I - I think… I think I’m in love with him.” He murmured the last part.
"Oh."
"David?"
I stood up and walked out of the living room, out of the house.
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March 9, 2005