Here We Go Again
Title: Here We Go Again
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: R
Category: AU, Comedy, Drama
Warning: Language, Slash
Pairing: Pierre/Chuck
Summary:
oh baby can't you see there ain't no place I'd rather be
Author's Note: Here it is! The sequel to Summerland. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own them. And if I knew them personally, I probably wouldn't write this.
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Here We Go Again Chapter Seven
"Thomas, come over here when you're through, please." Having just finished his conversation, Thomas nodded and placed the receiver of the office telephone back onto its base. It was a Free Day, and he'd waited in line to call home for 45 minutes. His mother joked she appreciated his determination just so that he could call and say hi to her.
He approached Director Shaw's desk and smiled when he saw the familiar man sitting nearby, albeit with a different hairstyle than when they'd last seen one another. "Hi, David," Thomas greeted.
"Hey!" David stood up and the two shared a hug. "What are you doing here this year?"
"David, Thomas is actually the CIT for Sebastien's group. Thomas, would you mind delivering David to Sebastien?"
"Aw, sure," Thomas clapped his hands together and pulled David by the elbow. "Come on, I think he's in his cabin being lazy."
David hid his smirk and amusement at the thought that he was a package being delivered. I could deliver myself to Sebastien, he mused and followed Thomas out of the office and across the grounds. "Being lazy, that sounds like him." Thomas laughed and directed them past the tennis courts. "So," said David as he tried to find a topic for small talk, "How's your boyfriend?"
"What?" Thomas coughed. "I don't have a boyfriend." His neck began to heat up, and not just because of the bright sun.
"Why not? That kid from your group last year, what happened?" David made a face, "You broke up?"
Thomas bit his lip and shook his head. "Oh, we were never going out." He could feel his cheeks warming up quickly and his stomach turning that someone else saw the clear connection that he did. "And, well," he stammered, "Marcus is here, but he's working with a group of younger kids. We don't see each other a whole lot."
A smirk. "Hey, sometimes being away just makes your time together that much better," David gave Thomas a heavy pat on the back and winked.
They came up to the cabin and paused a moment at hearing a commotion from inside. The door was open and David stepped up to the door before Thomas. When he looked in, they were met with the sight of Patrick knocking Sebastien onto one of the beds and then Sebastien rolling them both so that they fell to the floor with a thud. In Sebastien's hand was a very distinctive bag of cookies-Oreos-and it was clear that Patrick was reaching for them.
"Typical," David rolled his eyes and shook his head with disappointment as Patrick nearly managed to get the bag from Sebastien.
Suddenly, David leapt forward and joined right in on the wrestling match. All Thomas could do was watch with bemusement as David wrestled around the two other men. As they were hardly aware of the new third party, David had little trouble getting the bag of Oreos from Sebastien's hands. He sat back on his heels and reached into the bag,
When Sebastien realized that Patrick was still fighting him even though he was no longer holding the bag of cookies, he stopped trying to resist. Patrick noticed the change, and he, too, stopped. They looked at one another, and then their eyes fell on David, who was watching the two of them while happily munching on a cookie.
Sebastien dove for him. David fell to his back, and Thomas could only hope that he had swallowed his cookie first, lest one of them started choking on it.
Patrick watched the two exchange their look, and when Sebastien tackled the other man, he simply rolled his eyes and went to stand over by Thomas. He crossed his arms over his chest and he and Thomas stood in a silent state of amusement for a moment. "So," Patrick started, "that's David, right?"
"Yep," Thomas nodded.
"I'm clever," he nodded with satisfaction.
Down on the floor, Sebastien tore himself away from David and looked him over. "What the hell did you do to your hair?"
Sure enough, David's hair was different. Last summer he'd it bleached blonde, and now, it was dark and he had clearly been growing it out.
"I got bored with you not home!" David pouted, "So I wanted to try something new!"
Sebastien pouted as well. "Fine," he sighed and ran a hair through David's short bangs, "just don't let it get too long."
From the doorway, Patrick cleared his through loudly, as if he was any bit offended that he hadn't been introduced to their guest. Sebastien laughed and rolled his eyes. "I'm an idiot." He gestured over toward Patrick, "David, this is Patrick, my bunkmate. Patrick, this is David, my boyfriend." The two men in the doorway walked over to sit on one of the beds. "And you already know Thomas."
"Yeah, I caught up with Thomas in the Director's office and he brought me up here."
Patrick smirked and hit Thomas on the back, "He's a good messenger to have. And speaking of relating news, what news do you have for me about Sarah?"
The look on David's face was one of high amusement.
"Well, I haven't really got that much," Thomas confessed.
"Nonsense," Patrick interjected and grabbed the forgotten bag of Oreos from the floor. "That Marcus is always fawning around Sarah's CIT Michelle like some kind of lovesick puppy. He must have seen something."
At the mention of Marcus spending a lot of time with Michelle, Thomas let his head fall. David, genuinely confused by the statement, looked at Sebastien with a clear signal that he would want to be clued in as soon as possible. Thomas reached over to get one of the Oreos. "Well," he dove right in with the conversation, not bothering to dwell on the tangent that threatened to break out, "she does think one of the upper counselors is good looking, but Marcus says he didn't hear who she said it was. He only heard that two days ago, though, and he hasn't been able to find anything else since."
Patrick scoffed, "He probably missed it while he was ogling Michelle." He was oblivious to Thomas hesitating on the bite of his cookie. "Well, it's a free day. What are you doing here? Go find him! He's probably near the others."
"And even if he's not," Sebastien shrugged, "you can stay and hang with him anyway. I'm not going to need you this afternoon." Sebastien was giving a genuinely sweet smile, which meant a lot to Thomas. He knew that Sebastien could have easily just said that he wanted him to stay away from the cabin for the rest of the afternoon, but this was obviously heartfelt. Thomas stood and left the room.
"Alright then," Patrick slapped the mattress and grinned across the room at his bunkmate. "I'm sure you'll want me gone, too."
"No, actually," David started and began to stand up. Sebastien looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "I want to go see the lake!" David was beaming. "Teach me how to skip rocks."
"Are you serious?" Patrick started to laugh and Sebastien continued, "You want to learn how to skip rocks? Right now?"
David was still grinning like a fool. "Yeah!"
Pierre kept his hand on the knob if the screen door as he made sure to close it slowly so that it wouldn't slam shut. At this late of an hour, he didn't want to risk waking the other side of his cabin. From where she sat on her own front step, Angela noticed Pierre right away as he stepped down from his doorway and onto the grass. With a curious smile, she stood up and walked out into the open to meet him as he began to walk across the lawn.
"Hey, Pierre," she greeted with a low voice as she approached his form. Pierre stopped, a little bit started, as he hasn't been expecting to bump into anyone. Angela had to chuckle at his expression. "Are you headed up to the pool?" She asked and gave a nod toward his backpack.
"What? Oh," Pierre had to think for a moment what she was talking about; he was still very surprised to see her at all. "No, no swimming tonight," he said and smiled at the thought of his plans, "just going to hang with some friends from the Sixteens."
Her smile softened, "Yeah? That's nice."
Pierre noticed the thoughtful look in her eyes, "What's up?"
"Nothing, it's just that it's still so unbelievable to think that everyone here has all these old friends they're so close with, like you with those guys."
"Well, aren't you making any friends?" He teased. "I've seen you hanging a lot with the girls from Art and the Gym."
She couldn't help laughing, "Fine, fine, I'm making friends." Pierre nodded in a knowing fashion. "But it's still not like what you've got with those guys."
"Give it time. I was with those guys every day last summer. I'm gonna be close to them." As he said this, Pierre couldn't stop himself from picturing the previous summer and spending at least some point of each day with Chuck.
A smirk, "Well, you're with me every day. How long does it take before we're that close?"
By that point, he had been thinking of crawling into bed with Chuck, but when Angie spoke, Pierre faltered. Suddenly his muscles tensed as the thought of climbing into a bed next to Angela flashed through his head, but he quickly discarded that. Pierre dropped his gaze to the grass and tried to pull off a laugh. "I don't know about that," he gulped, "I've known some of them close to ten years."
"Yeah," she sighed and gave a soft shrug. She thought nothing of Pierre's actions and remained completely oblivious to what she'd just done to his train of thought. "I suppose so." When Pierre still did not look up, she could only feel a sense of defeat; she wouldn't be spending much more time with him tonight. "Alright, well, I'll let you get down to your friends."
Pierre muttered a goodbye and gave his partner a small smile before he turned to walk across the lawn back toward his old cabin. As he passed the pool, Pierre tried his best to get his mindset back on track. Angela's joke was harmless, he knew that, but still, he couldn't shake the feeling he'd gotten when she said it. It was a terribly disgusting feeling that came accompanied with an equally disturbing mental image. He didn't even understand why he'd thought it in the first place. Even if he could justify all that with the fact that it'd just slipped in with what he'd previously been imagining-hovering over his boyfriend on a bed, yes, thinking about that again certainly helped ease his tensions-he couldn't help feeling bad for even having stopped to speak with her. It'd been late enough when he left his bunk, with that conversation added to the time, he was definitely late now. Well, he wasn't really late; Chuck wasn't even expecting him. But at this rate, Chuck would probably be about to sleep now, and that did cut into their time.
When he got down the hill to round the corner of the bunks, he was greeted with a warm smile. Landon sat at the small table in the middle of the clearing, a drink cooler at his side and a book in his hands. "What's up, Pierre," he waved and marked his page in his book. When Pierre approached the table he stood and the two shared a hug. "Didn't expect to see you down here again so soon."
"You know me, I can't stay away for too long," Pierre shrugged and then looked back at the cabin. "He's in there, right? No late-night trips to visit Sebastien?"
Landon laughed, "Not tonight. Might be in bed already, but he's in there. It's unlocked."
"Thanks," Pierre said and then headed up for the cabin door. He could tell from looking at the windows outside that the lights were off, which meant that Chuck was either asleep or falling asleep. He made sure to shut the door as quietly as possible and he set his bag on the floor.
Chuck's bed was closest to the door of the cabin, the same bed he'd occupied the year before. Pierre approached with a soft smile, taking in the sight of Chuck lying on his side, about ready to roll right off the mattress, with his arm bent and a hand stuffed under the pillow supporting his head. Quietly, Pierre kicked off his shoes and climbed up onto the bed by the end, being careful not to shake the bed too much as he laid alongside Chuck's body.
When the mattress let out a squeak from under Pierre's weight, Chuck awoke with a small start. In his tired state, he was aware that the bed was moving, but he was still too tired to comprehend the idea that there was someone in his bed with him, or that he should probably care about that.
Pierre reached over Chuck's side and pulled his boyfriend's arm from under the pillow. At the feeling of being moved, Chuck woke up considerably and was entirely ready to roll off the bed when Pierre slipped his arm in front of his hips and pulled him back against his stomach. Chuck leaned back and craned his neck to see Pierre just behind him. "What-"
"Shh," Pierre leaned in and cut Chuck off with a kiss to his cheek. He moved in his pace and adjusted their positions, extending his other arm forward so that it was under the pillow, replacing Chuck's arm as a form of support. Pressing his lips to his boyfriend's neck, Pierre continued, "You can go back to sleep."
Tiredly, Chuck rolled back to his side and face forward. Through the small slits his eyelids formed, he saw that the bed across the room was empty. "Where's Landon?" He murmured.
"Still outside," Pierre responded. "He's sleeping in here tonight though, so don't go getting any ideas.
But Chuck was already drifting back into his slumber, and Pierre heard nothing else from him as he pulled his boyfriend closer still and allowed himself to get comfortable in the bed. Vaguely, while he was almost completely gone himself, Pierre was aware of Chuck rolling over in his sleep so that they were facing one another and settling with his nose pressed to Pierre's chest.
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Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: R
Category: AU, Comedy, Drama
Warning: Language, Slash
Pairing: Pierre/Chuck
Summary:
oh baby can't you see there ain't no place I'd rather be
Author's Note: Here it is! The sequel to Summerland. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own them. And if I knew them personally, I probably wouldn't write this.
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Here We Go Again Chapter Seven
"Thomas, come over here when you're through, please." Having just finished his conversation, Thomas nodded and placed the receiver of the office telephone back onto its base. It was a Free Day, and he'd waited in line to call home for 45 minutes. His mother joked she appreciated his determination just so that he could call and say hi to her.
He approached Director Shaw's desk and smiled when he saw the familiar man sitting nearby, albeit with a different hairstyle than when they'd last seen one another. "Hi, David," Thomas greeted.
"Hey!" David stood up and the two shared a hug. "What are you doing here this year?"
"David, Thomas is actually the CIT for Sebastien's group. Thomas, would you mind delivering David to Sebastien?"
"Aw, sure," Thomas clapped his hands together and pulled David by the elbow. "Come on, I think he's in his cabin being lazy."
David hid his smirk and amusement at the thought that he was a package being delivered. I could deliver myself to Sebastien, he mused and followed Thomas out of the office and across the grounds. "Being lazy, that sounds like him." Thomas laughed and directed them past the tennis courts. "So," said David as he tried to find a topic for small talk, "How's your boyfriend?"
"What?" Thomas coughed. "I don't have a boyfriend." His neck began to heat up, and not just because of the bright sun.
"Why not? That kid from your group last year, what happened?" David made a face, "You broke up?"
Thomas bit his lip and shook his head. "Oh, we were never going out." He could feel his cheeks warming up quickly and his stomach turning that someone else saw the clear connection that he did. "And, well," he stammered, "Marcus is here, but he's working with a group of younger kids. We don't see each other a whole lot."
A smirk. "Hey, sometimes being away just makes your time together that much better," David gave Thomas a heavy pat on the back and winked.
They came up to the cabin and paused a moment at hearing a commotion from inside. The door was open and David stepped up to the door before Thomas. When he looked in, they were met with the sight of Patrick knocking Sebastien onto one of the beds and then Sebastien rolling them both so that they fell to the floor with a thud. In Sebastien's hand was a very distinctive bag of cookies-Oreos-and it was clear that Patrick was reaching for them.
"Typical," David rolled his eyes and shook his head with disappointment as Patrick nearly managed to get the bag from Sebastien.
Suddenly, David leapt forward and joined right in on the wrestling match. All Thomas could do was watch with bemusement as David wrestled around the two other men. As they were hardly aware of the new third party, David had little trouble getting the bag of Oreos from Sebastien's hands. He sat back on his heels and reached into the bag,
When Sebastien realized that Patrick was still fighting him even though he was no longer holding the bag of cookies, he stopped trying to resist. Patrick noticed the change, and he, too, stopped. They looked at one another, and then their eyes fell on David, who was watching the two of them while happily munching on a cookie.
Sebastien dove for him. David fell to his back, and Thomas could only hope that he had swallowed his cookie first, lest one of them started choking on it.
Patrick watched the two exchange their look, and when Sebastien tackled the other man, he simply rolled his eyes and went to stand over by Thomas. He crossed his arms over his chest and he and Thomas stood in a silent state of amusement for a moment. "So," Patrick started, "that's David, right?"
"Yep," Thomas nodded.
"I'm clever," he nodded with satisfaction.
Down on the floor, Sebastien tore himself away from David and looked him over. "What the hell did you do to your hair?"
Sure enough, David's hair was different. Last summer he'd it bleached blonde, and now, it was dark and he had clearly been growing it out.
"I got bored with you not home!" David pouted, "So I wanted to try something new!"
Sebastien pouted as well. "Fine," he sighed and ran a hair through David's short bangs, "just don't let it get too long."
From the doorway, Patrick cleared his through loudly, as if he was any bit offended that he hadn't been introduced to their guest. Sebastien laughed and rolled his eyes. "I'm an idiot." He gestured over toward Patrick, "David, this is Patrick, my bunkmate. Patrick, this is David, my boyfriend." The two men in the doorway walked over to sit on one of the beds. "And you already know Thomas."
"Yeah, I caught up with Thomas in the Director's office and he brought me up here."
Patrick smirked and hit Thomas on the back, "He's a good messenger to have. And speaking of relating news, what news do you have for me about Sarah?"
The look on David's face was one of high amusement.
"Well, I haven't really got that much," Thomas confessed.
"Nonsense," Patrick interjected and grabbed the forgotten bag of Oreos from the floor. "That Marcus is always fawning around Sarah's CIT Michelle like some kind of lovesick puppy. He must have seen something."
At the mention of Marcus spending a lot of time with Michelle, Thomas let his head fall. David, genuinely confused by the statement, looked at Sebastien with a clear signal that he would want to be clued in as soon as possible. Thomas reached over to get one of the Oreos. "Well," he dove right in with the conversation, not bothering to dwell on the tangent that threatened to break out, "she does think one of the upper counselors is good looking, but Marcus says he didn't hear who she said it was. He only heard that two days ago, though, and he hasn't been able to find anything else since."
Patrick scoffed, "He probably missed it while he was ogling Michelle." He was oblivious to Thomas hesitating on the bite of his cookie. "Well, it's a free day. What are you doing here? Go find him! He's probably near the others."
"And even if he's not," Sebastien shrugged, "you can stay and hang with him anyway. I'm not going to need you this afternoon." Sebastien was giving a genuinely sweet smile, which meant a lot to Thomas. He knew that Sebastien could have easily just said that he wanted him to stay away from the cabin for the rest of the afternoon, but this was obviously heartfelt. Thomas stood and left the room.
"Alright then," Patrick slapped the mattress and grinned across the room at his bunkmate. "I'm sure you'll want me gone, too."
"No, actually," David started and began to stand up. Sebastien looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "I want to go see the lake!" David was beaming. "Teach me how to skip rocks."
"Are you serious?" Patrick started to laugh and Sebastien continued, "You want to learn how to skip rocks? Right now?"
David was still grinning like a fool. "Yeah!"
Pierre kept his hand on the knob if the screen door as he made sure to close it slowly so that it wouldn't slam shut. At this late of an hour, he didn't want to risk waking the other side of his cabin. From where she sat on her own front step, Angela noticed Pierre right away as he stepped down from his doorway and onto the grass. With a curious smile, she stood up and walked out into the open to meet him as he began to walk across the lawn.
"Hey, Pierre," she greeted with a low voice as she approached his form. Pierre stopped, a little bit started, as he hasn't been expecting to bump into anyone. Angela had to chuckle at his expression. "Are you headed up to the pool?" She asked and gave a nod toward his backpack.
"What? Oh," Pierre had to think for a moment what she was talking about; he was still very surprised to see her at all. "No, no swimming tonight," he said and smiled at the thought of his plans, "just going to hang with some friends from the Sixteens."
Her smile softened, "Yeah? That's nice."
Pierre noticed the thoughtful look in her eyes, "What's up?"
"Nothing, it's just that it's still so unbelievable to think that everyone here has all these old friends they're so close with, like you with those guys."
"Well, aren't you making any friends?" He teased. "I've seen you hanging a lot with the girls from Art and the Gym."
She couldn't help laughing, "Fine, fine, I'm making friends." Pierre nodded in a knowing fashion. "But it's still not like what you've got with those guys."
"Give it time. I was with those guys every day last summer. I'm gonna be close to them." As he said this, Pierre couldn't stop himself from picturing the previous summer and spending at least some point of each day with Chuck.
A smirk, "Well, you're with me every day. How long does it take before we're that close?"
By that point, he had been thinking of crawling into bed with Chuck, but when Angie spoke, Pierre faltered. Suddenly his muscles tensed as the thought of climbing into a bed next to Angela flashed through his head, but he quickly discarded that. Pierre dropped his gaze to the grass and tried to pull off a laugh. "I don't know about that," he gulped, "I've known some of them close to ten years."
"Yeah," she sighed and gave a soft shrug. She thought nothing of Pierre's actions and remained completely oblivious to what she'd just done to his train of thought. "I suppose so." When Pierre still did not look up, she could only feel a sense of defeat; she wouldn't be spending much more time with him tonight. "Alright, well, I'll let you get down to your friends."
Pierre muttered a goodbye and gave his partner a small smile before he turned to walk across the lawn back toward his old cabin. As he passed the pool, Pierre tried his best to get his mindset back on track. Angela's joke was harmless, he knew that, but still, he couldn't shake the feeling he'd gotten when she said it. It was a terribly disgusting feeling that came accompanied with an equally disturbing mental image. He didn't even understand why he'd thought it in the first place. Even if he could justify all that with the fact that it'd just slipped in with what he'd previously been imagining-hovering over his boyfriend on a bed, yes, thinking about that again certainly helped ease his tensions-he couldn't help feeling bad for even having stopped to speak with her. It'd been late enough when he left his bunk, with that conversation added to the time, he was definitely late now. Well, he wasn't really late; Chuck wasn't even expecting him. But at this rate, Chuck would probably be about to sleep now, and that did cut into their time.
When he got down the hill to round the corner of the bunks, he was greeted with a warm smile. Landon sat at the small table in the middle of the clearing, a drink cooler at his side and a book in his hands. "What's up, Pierre," he waved and marked his page in his book. When Pierre approached the table he stood and the two shared a hug. "Didn't expect to see you down here again so soon."
"You know me, I can't stay away for too long," Pierre shrugged and then looked back at the cabin. "He's in there, right? No late-night trips to visit Sebastien?"
Landon laughed, "Not tonight. Might be in bed already, but he's in there. It's unlocked."
"Thanks," Pierre said and then headed up for the cabin door. He could tell from looking at the windows outside that the lights were off, which meant that Chuck was either asleep or falling asleep. He made sure to shut the door as quietly as possible and he set his bag on the floor.
Chuck's bed was closest to the door of the cabin, the same bed he'd occupied the year before. Pierre approached with a soft smile, taking in the sight of Chuck lying on his side, about ready to roll right off the mattress, with his arm bent and a hand stuffed under the pillow supporting his head. Quietly, Pierre kicked off his shoes and climbed up onto the bed by the end, being careful not to shake the bed too much as he laid alongside Chuck's body.
When the mattress let out a squeak from under Pierre's weight, Chuck awoke with a small start. In his tired state, he was aware that the bed was moving, but he was still too tired to comprehend the idea that there was someone in his bed with him, or that he should probably care about that.
Pierre reached over Chuck's side and pulled his boyfriend's arm from under the pillow. At the feeling of being moved, Chuck woke up considerably and was entirely ready to roll off the bed when Pierre slipped his arm in front of his hips and pulled him back against his stomach. Chuck leaned back and craned his neck to see Pierre just behind him. "What-"
"Shh," Pierre leaned in and cut Chuck off with a kiss to his cheek. He moved in his pace and adjusted their positions, extending his other arm forward so that it was under the pillow, replacing Chuck's arm as a form of support. Pressing his lips to his boyfriend's neck, Pierre continued, "You can go back to sleep."
Tiredly, Chuck rolled back to his side and face forward. Through the small slits his eyelids formed, he saw that the bed across the room was empty. "Where's Landon?" He murmured.
"Still outside," Pierre responded. "He's sleeping in here tonight though, so don't go getting any ideas.
But Chuck was already drifting back into his slumber, and Pierre heard nothing else from him as he pulled his boyfriend closer still and allowed himself to get comfortable in the bed. Vaguely, while he was almost completely gone himself, Pierre was aware of Chuck rolling over in his sleep so that they were facing one another and settling with his nose pressed to Pierre's chest.
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