A Secret Not Worth Keeping, Chapter Four

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Title: A Secret Not Worth Keeping
Author: hotbaguettes69
Chapter: Four
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Pierre/David
Word Count: 3234
Summary: Pierre Bouvier lives a normal life as an 18 year old on his senior year in high school. He's captain of the hockey team and all the girls want him. But Pierre is harbouring a secret. He thinks nothing could be worse than people finding out the truth... Until he meets a boy who makes him think maybe his secret isn't worth keeping after all...
Theme Song: Hiding Place - Hedley
Author's note: I'm not gonna do a theme song for every chapter, but when one comes to mind that I think fits, I'll put it in. (:

David
David went to the living room, standing on the opposite side from the door, waiting for Pierre to come in to his spotless apartment so he could lead him to the kitchen and his beautiful candlelit dinner complete with his favourite food. David smiled widely as the door opened, but when a body come into the apartment and closed the door, he saw that it wasn't Pierre. It was a teenager who looked familiar to David, but like that time when he first met Chuck... his face didn't matter. The boy was athletic, strong. David wouldn't stand a chance. And he wouldn't even be thinking like that if the boy wasn't walking towards him with fury in his eyes and his fists clenched. It wasn't until the boy was half way across the room that David recognized him as Pierre's friend Sebastien.
"Figured he'd leave his little barbie doll here while he was at work." Sebastien said, closing in the short space between him and David and pushing him back against the wall. David leaned his head against the wall and stared up at Sebastien with terrified eyes.
"Wh-w-wwhat do you want? If you're here to get something of yours, just take it!" David pleaded. He knew it was no use. Seb wasn't here to get back something Pierre borrowed.
"I think you know damn well why I'm here bitch. Pierre is not a fag, Pierre will never be a fag. You think you can just dance your gay ass into town and turn him into one? No. It doesn't work like that. Leave. Pierre. Alone." Sebastien spit the words at David through his teeth before grabbing roughly at the collar of David's shirt, pulling him away from the wall and throwing him to the ground. David felt all of Seb's weight come down on top of him before feeling a sharp pounding pain connect with his left eye. Then his left. Then his right. Then twice on either side of his mouth. David was terrified and sobbing, tears flowing from his eyes that he could practically already feel swelling up.
"HEY!" Came a voice from behind Sebastien. Both their heads whipped around just in time to see Pierre running across the small room and pulling Sebastien off of David full force by the collar. Pierre didn't hesitate even for a second as he threw the slightly smaller boy into the coffee table, which he was sure would hurt more than a little and leave at least 2 marks. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT AND LEAVE YOUR KEY. IF I EVER SEE YOUR FACE SO MUCH AS LOOKING IN DAVID'S DIRECTION, THEN I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Pierre bellowed at Sebastien who had already thrown his key across the room and was now scrambling to stand up. David had never even imagined Pierre being that mad. It was scary.
"P-Pierre calm down, you don't understand!" Seb started, and Pierre gave him half a second to explain in the off chance that he did misread the situation. "I just came over to tell you I wanted to be friends still... and D-ddavid... h-hhe attacked me!" Seb stuttered.
Pierre looked at David, crying and terrified, crumpled on the floor, then back at Seb. He knew both of them well enough to know that David would never hurt a fly and Seb possessed the ability to lie himself out of any situation on the spot. He felt anger flame inside him, and was afraid of what he might do if Seb didn't leave soon. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT!" He screamed, spitting the words out. Sebastien didn't even try to lie any further, just scrambled his way out of the apartment, clearly as scared of Pierre as Pierre was of himself.

Pierre
After the door slammed shut, Pierre whirled around and slid across the floor on his knees, desperate to get to David's side. All of the anger that had been flaring inside his chest quickly twisted into sorrow, and two tears fell down his cheeks as he lifted his hand and placed it gently on David's cheek, assessing the damage. More tears fell down his face landing on David's. They just stared silently into each others eyes for a few minutes before someone finally spoke.
"I am... so... so... sorry David... this never should have happened to you... I-" Pierre's words were cut off by a choking in his throat and he sobbed twice. He would have kept sobbing but he knew he had to be strong for David. He wiped his tears and stood up, knowing he needed to get his boyfriend off the floor. He leaned down, sliding one arm under David's shoulders, and one under his knees, lifting him up. As Pierre carried him to the bathroom, he felt David's head rest against his chest and felt the jolt of a sob that David was obviously trying to hide from him. Pierre placed a gentle kiss on the top of David's head, feeling terrible about himself. Once inside the bathroom, Pierre sat David down on the counter. There weren't any words as Pierre tried to figure out just how bad the injuries were. David would definitely have two black eyes, which were already slightly starting to show, and he had a bloody lip. Pierre cleaned up and disinfected the lip, and decided that was all he could do besides get some ice for David's eyes. As Pierre pulled David off the counter and took his hand, they started walking to the kitchen. With everything that had just happened, David completely forgot about his plans until Pierre froze in the doorway of the kitchen, staring into what should have been a romantic dinner. Pierre turned towards David, fighting back tears, pain and guilt attacking his chest like a thousand knives.
"David... did you do this?" Pierre asked weakly, even though he already knew David had.
David looked down, like he was embarrassed about it. "Y-yeah... I did... I thought I could surprise you... I had my sister come over and help me make sushi... a-and I bought these candles and I just... I don't know. It was dumb..." David said looking away.
"David... I love it. It would have been perfect, and it was not dumb." Pierre assured him. When David didn't move Pierre put his fingers under David's chin, and leaned his head up so they were looking at each other. "Listen to me... it's beautiful. Just like you, and don't let someone like Sebastien make you forget that." Pierre told him. "And you know... we could still enjoy it..." Pierre said suggestively and David gave a small smile and nod.
They walked to the table and Pierre pulled out David's chair for him, before sitting down himself. With the only light being from the candles, you couldn't even tell David was injured.

As the dinner went on, David's mood slowly increased until he was laughing and talking with Pierre like nothing had happened. They'd finished eating an hour ago, now they were just enjoying each others' company. Pierre couldn't believe David had gone through all this trouble for him. And once he got through the whole picking his boyfriend off the floor after he got beat up by his ex best friend thing... he noticed that his apartment was cleaner than he had ever seen it before.
"David... I don't know why you chose to be with me, and after what happened tonight, I don't know why you chose to stay with me... but I do know that you are so amazing and I don't deserve you... and I promise that as long as you want to be with me, I will do my best to be everything that you need." Pierre said, gazing into David's eyes, still wondering how he managed to get someone so absolutely perfect to be with him. David looked back at him, smiling teary-eyed from what Pierre hoped was happiness, and stood, walking around the table to sit side ways on Pierre's lap. Pierre wrapped his arms around David, supporting his weight so he didn't fall. He would never let him fall. David leaned his head on Pierre's chest, and Pierre kissed the top of it, and turned his head to rest his cheek on it.
"You're wrong you know..." David started, "I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. What happened with Sebastien wasn't your fault. And we're past that now. Let's just enjoy right now, being together." David said, sighing happily. Pierre lifted his head and David leaned his up, so they were staring at each other, before their lips connected into passionate fireworks. They parted, but only for half a second before their lips were pressed together again. Pierre felt David's tongue slide into his mouth and he wouldn't have traded this one moment for anything in the world. Pierre picked David up in the bridal position and carried him out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, not breaking the kiss for even a second. Pierre set David down on the bed and climbed on top of him, breaking the kiss for just long enough to pull off his shirt. David's arms wrapped around his neck, and his legs around his waist, and they continued making out. Pierre's arms snaked up the sides of David's shirt and David moaned his appreciation. Then suddenly, as Pierre's hands slowly began to unbuckle David's belt... the kiss was broken and he felt two small hands pushing him up.
"Pierre... no. I'm sorry. I just can't... not now... I mean... I know after the dinner and everything it would have seemed like... you know... and well... I guess I thought I could... but I can't. I'm just not ready." David rambled, finally meeting Pierre's eyes with his, which were filled with pleading and guilt.
"David... stop. It's okay." Pierre said, climbing off of him and lying down beside him instead. He pulled David into his arms and onto his bare chest. "I would never ever even think about pressuring you into doing anything you weren't ready for. Just remember that I don't need sex to be happy. I just need you. I'm happy just being with you. Okay?" Pierre told him, all the while, brushing David's smooth hair with his fingers.

David nodded and curled into Pierre. "Okay..." he said quietly. The two lied there for a long while, talking and cuddling and occasionally kissing. Eventually they fell asleep, and Pierre found himself glad that the next day was Sunday, and the corner store he worked at was closed. Pierre and David were asleep for a few hours when they heard a knock on the door. Both opened their eyes but were too tired to even acknowledge that it had happened. Then they heard a louder knock. Pierre looked at the clock on the table beside his bed. Who would be at his door at 3:47 am? Pierre kissed David's forehead and slowly got out of bed. A curious David, didn't leave the bed, but sat up to wait for his boyfriend to come back and tell him who was at the door. Pierre walked out of the bedroom and to the front door, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed and cuddle with David.
He pulled the door open expecting Chuck, wanting to crash on the couch or something.

David
When David heard the door open, he'd obviously expected someone to say something. But when he heard the soft creak of the door, followed by a sudden thick silence, he was worried. He crawled out of bed, wearing nothing but a pair of Pierre's pyjama pants. He didn't know why, but he was almost afraid of what he would find when he opened the bedroom door. But regardless, he opened it and stepped out, closing it behind him. He walked to the centre of the room still staying far away from the door, but giving him and whoever was there a good view of each other. David didn't know for certain who it was, but he had a pretty good idea when he saw Pierre standing there staring blankly at the face of a middle aged woman. The woman glanced in David's direction for only half a second before looking back at Pierre as if David wasn't even standing there. "Son, can I come in?" The woman asked with sad eyes. David was right. This was Pierre's mom. Pierre didn't say a word as he moved aside from the door reluctantly and the woman walked past him, to stand awkwardly by the couch, turned back to face Pierre.
"Um... you can sit down if you want..." He said quietly. The woman sat down awkwardly, feet and knees together, and place her hands on her knees. David didn't know if he should go back to bed or not, but he felt like he was intruding so he slowly started to make his way back to the bedroom, hoping noone would notice.
"No." Pierre suddenly said loudly. "You have way more right to be here then she does." He told David.
"Oh-oo-o-okay..." David stuttered, slowly moving back towards the centre of the room. He didn't feel comfortable standing there, so he sat down on the couch on the opposite end of Pierre's mom, putting as much distance between them as possible. Pierre sat down in the arm chair beside the couch that David had never seen used, and gave his mom a look like he was waiting for her to talk. It was obvious to David how much hostility Pierre held towards the woman. But really, who could blame him? After what she'd done, even David found himself holding a small grudge against the woman he now shared a couch with. And then he realized that yeah, this was probably a mother son thing, and yeah she was probably going to offend him in some way... but it was obvious that Pierre wanted him here for support, and after everything Pierre had done for him, he would be there.
"Um... honey, could we maybe talk more... privately... for a minute?" Mrs. Bouvier asked, which David guessed was her way of saying 'get this gay boy away from me.' 
"Absolutely not." Pierre said sternly, a soft flame burning behind his eyes. He was mad. He was hurt. He was scared. David could see that. "Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it in front of David. And you have two minutes to say it so talk fast." He said, his voice flat, but still angry, not shaking or moving in volume for even half a second.
"Oh-okay... um... well.. first, I'm sorry I woke up you and your um... friend..."  She said, making a feeble attempt to hide the fact that when she looked at David on the word 'friend', she was disgusted. "But, I just, I had a dream about you... and I haven't seen you in over 2 years... and your my son, and even though you're confused right now, I still love you and I want to get through this. You're just a kid, and I realize now that it was wrong of me and your father to be so hard on you, when we should have been helping you." David saw a small smile come across her features and she took a deep breath like she could hardly wait to say the next part, because she was obviously sure Pierre would love it. "I want you to come home. We can talk to your father and work through this... this... sickness of yours, together. We're gonna make you better Pierre! We're gonna be a family again, and I promise to be there to help you until you're cured." She said sweetly smiling and David felt pain and anger rise up in his chest. He didn't think he'd ever hated anyone so much in his life, and he'd just met her. There were so many things he wanted to say... no, scream... at this woman, but he knew it wasn't his place to say anything. He inhaled deeply and silently, and let Pierre handle it.
Pierre stood up and pointed to the door.
"Go." He said firmly.
His mother started to speak... "Pierre, honey, I know you're sick but we can work through this together and-"
"GO." He cut her off loudly, and as he continued to speak, the volume in his voice slowly increased until he was yelling, not caring if he woke up the neighbours. "GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT. GET OUT OF MY NEIGHBOURHOOD. LEAVE THE PROVINCE FOR ALL I CARE. JUST. GO. OH, AND FOR THE RECORD, I'M NOT "SICK" I'M GAY. YEAH I'M A FUCKING FAG, AND THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT." He said, then a smile slowly washed across his features as his voice came back down. "Oh mom, I'd like you to meet David, my boyfriend." He started, putting extra emphasis on the word 'boyfriend' "You might think we're both sick. Or disgusting. Or alot of other things. But we aren't. David is the best thing that has ever happened to me and if my mom of all people can't understand that and support me, then I don't want you in my life. So now your gonna get 2 options. Either you stay here and we talk about this, and you finally try and understand that it's just a.lifestyle that I didn't choose, not a sickness that can be cured, or you walk out of that door and don't EVER come back. Don't call, don't email, do. not. come. back. In my life." Pierre told her staring firmly and confidently in her eyes as she stared back at him, open mouthed.

Pierre
Pierre knew what his mother was thinking. He'd never had a bad temper, and she'd never seen him that mad. She was probably in shock. Or maybe she just thought it was a side effect to his "sickness." Fuck, she was a bitch sometimes. Pierre had never been so mad. Okay, maybe when he'd seen Sebastien on top of David. But... wow. There was alot of anger in today. Pierre hadn't realized it. He just couldn't wait until he could go back to sleep and wake up in the morning to spend a day relaxing with his adorable new boyfriend and trying to get back into his chill zone. He didn't realize how much he wasn't paying attention to the outside world until his mother began talking.
"I-I-I'm sorry Pierre. I didn't realize how far gone this disease had taken you. I just... I just can't." She said, and she shook her head, looking at the floor, as she turned around and walked out of the apartment.
When the door closed, Pierre looked at David, who stood up and moved into Pierre's arms. The two didn't say any words, just stood there holding each other for a long few minutes. David broke the embrace, taking Pierre's hand in his own.
"Come on P. Let's go back to bed..." And Pierre smiled at how adorable the nickname had sounded coming from David's lips. As they walked back to the bedroom, Pierre knew that in the past 24 hours, his life had gotten ten times more complicated... but as long as David was ready to help him get through it... he didn't care...