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
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 Twelve
Sebastien flicked a dry Cheerio at Chuck's head and laughed when the small bit of cereal bounced off his friend's forehead and landed in his own bowl of cereal.
"You're very easily amused, do you know that?" Chuck rolled his eyes.
Chuck fought to suppress his yawn. Last night he'd been watching the bunks, a task generally thought of as boring and pointless. However, during his latest watch, Chuck was fortunate enough (or unfortunate, depending on how he looked at it) to have actually had something interesting occur.
"Well, come on," Sebastien shook his head and placed another Cheerio down, ready to fire. "I can tell something out of the ordinary happened last night." He flicked the Cheerio. "Tell me!"
"Fine!" Chuck muttered and glared, "But don't get mad or anything. I already took care of reprimands and all."
"What? Was it one of mine?" Sebastien slapped Chuck on the shoulder when Chuck gave him a reproachful look. "Okay! Just tell me!"
Chuck glanced around their surroundings for a moment and when he was sure that the mess hall was noisy enough that no one would overhear him, he whispered, "I caught Thomas and Marcus out of the bunks last night."
"You're shitting me!" Sebastien hissed.
"No, I'm not."
Catching on that Chuck's tone was decidedly lower, Sebastien lowered his own voice. "Well, what did you catch them doing?"
"Who caught who doing what and when?"
The men at the table winced was Landon pulled out the chair next to Sebastien's place and sat himself down. He placed a plate loaded with eggs, bacon strips and sausage links in front of his place; he cheerfully stabbed at the food with a fork, getting a bit of everything before shoving the bite into his mouth.
Sebastien and Chuck looked on with amazement.
"I really don't understand how you haven't had a heart attack yet."
"Hey, if I'm going to be criticized about my eating habits, it's not going to be by you. It'd have to be by someone who actually takes an interest in his own personal health, so, if you want that to happen, you'd better get that Lifeguard of yours back here."
Chuck rolled his eyes and looked down at his empty cereal bowl while Sebastien plowed on with the original conversation:
"Chuck caught Thomas and Marcus out of the bunks last night."
Landon laughed around a mouthful of sausage. "Way to be in charge, Sebastien," he jibbed and shoveled another forkful into his mouth. "What'd you catch them doing?"
"They were making out."
There was a loud clatter as Landon dropped his fork against his plate and Sebastien nearly choked on his orange juice.
"They were out of their bunks after hours and I saw them talking," Chuck continued. "Then they started kissing and I sent them back to their cabins.
"Sure," Sebastien snorted, "just when they were starting to have fun. You know, just because you're aren't getting any action right now-"
"It's against the rules for them to be out of their bunks at all," Chuck said with a raised voice, effectively cutting off his friend's tangent. "I let them talk and all but once they were through with that it was time to send them back."
"Whatever," Landon shook his head; "I still say you've got a stick up your ass that needs replacing."
With that said, Chuck pushed himself away from the table and stood from his place. "I'm finished eating." He picked up his bowl and headed for the front of the mess hall to send his dishes back to the kitchen.
A chair scraped along the floor and in a flash, Sebastien was trotting up along his side. "Wow, I'm really jealous Landon thought of that joke and I didn't. That was great." When Chuck made it clear that he was not going to respond to the teasing, Sebastien knew it would be best to simply change the subject if he wanted to avoid having Chuck ignore him for the rest of the day.
"What were Thomas and Marcus talking about when you found them, anyway?" He asked innocently.
As Sebastien had expected, Chuck was still willing to talk to him, albeit about select subjects. "It sounded kind of like Marcus was agreeing that they would tell people they were together.
"Really?" They approached the window to the kitchen where the cleaning service had dishwashers running and placed their bowls on the ledge.
"I'm not sure," Chuck shrugged a shoulder. "I only really heard Thomas asking Marcus if he was serious about something, but he sounded excited about it. That was when they started kissing."
"Hmm," Sebastien touched his finger to his chin as they approached the trashcan to throw away their napkins, "I haven't seen them acting any different."
Well, what do you expect? You didn't know about me and Pierre last year until we told you guys about us."
"How I didn't realize that still amazes me, by the way."
As Sebastien and Chuck got to the trashcan and tossed their napkins, they had to walk around Sarah and her friend Jeanine. While walking around the two, the boys managed catching a very interesting bit of the girls' conversation.
"So, who's running the pool today?"
"If Angela's still scheduled to the Lake, then I guess the Pool is gonna be watched by the Runners."
Chuck lifted a brow, and his eyes caught Sebastien's.
"Hey, Sarbear," Sebastien said as the girls passed them. "What's up?"
Sarah turned around and gave Sebastien and mockingly disdainful look. "Did I say you could call me that?" She asked.
"No, Sebastien slung his arm across her shoulders, "but Patrick did."
"I really don't think he would have."
"You're right," Sebastien smiled brightly; "he didn't. In fact, said you would hate it."
"He was right."
"Patrick's a smart guy. I see why you like him." Sarah rolled her eyes, an action that Sebastien ignored while he resumed standing next to Chuck. "So, what were we all talking about over here?"
"Director Shaw came in earlier and told us that Pierre wasn't going to be working today," Jeanine spoke up.
"So what's he plan on doing all day?"
"How do we know?" Jeanine rolled her eyes and Sarah snickered. "All I know is that it counts as a sick day for him."
There was a beat.
"Chuck," Sebastien muttered with a low voice and turned them back toward their table, "What's today's date?"
"It's not the second, I know that," Chuck hissed quickly, aware that Sebastien must be wondering if today was the anniversary of the death of Pierre's mother. Last year, Pierre had been on-edge and brooding the entire week leading up to the day, and it hurt Chuck now to think that he didn't even know how Pierre was feeling now. He decided to let that thought go for the time being; he knew that shouldn't be the reason Pierre wasn't working today. He leaned closer to Sebastien as they walked. "Is he sick?"
"I don't think so," Sebastien shook his head. "Why don't you just go talk to him?"
"I guess I'll have to now."
"You could sound more excited about it."
Chuck glared. "I am excited about making up, really! I haven't been touched inappropriately in over a week. I miss it."
Sebastien couldn't help laughing. "We are so obviously friends."
Even though it rained earlier that afternoon, Chuck could feel the grass crunching beneath his feel. The day had felt like it went on forever. In the morning, his bunk was scheduled to have Art class, and through the rest of the day, he had subsequently threatened to confiscate all five of the Frisbees that they had decorated. After each of their warnings the boys desisted, but Chuck was secretly hoping that by the end of the week he would be able to have confiscated Jason's Frisbee, at least; it had a very good looking Montreal Canadiens logo drawn on top.
After Art was Swimming at the lake. Angela had been assigned to Lifeguard there for the day, as Chuck had heard, and he had to admit hat he was proud of the restraint he'd displayed. Despite having wanted to approach the girl for a talk, Chuck had held himself back. Sebastien would surely have been disappointed in him.
Lunch, Archery, and Gym were boring events altogether. Once his group was through with Archery, none had really wanted to do much physical activity in Gym. The Bunk Four campers had felt the same way, so the groups split the gym in half; the Girls cabins stayed on one side and played Capture the Flag, while Chuck and Patrick watched their campers lazily kicking a soccer ball and playing cards.
Every once in a while, Samantha's CIT Liza came across the partition to discuss Sarah with Patrick, as per Patrick's request. This seemed pointless to Chuck, as he was sure it was obvious by now that Sarah liked him back. Chuck was also having a hard time understanding why Liza even came over at all; it seemed like such a hassle for her, when their own CITs Danny and James kept asking pestering questions about her and John. They claimed they were hearing things from Thomas, although Liza was firmly claiming that she was not seeing him.
Liza and Patrick's discussions at the gym had only made Chuck more anxious to be where he was right now. This morning's conversation with Sebastien had been the last that he would have in speculation of whenever he and Pierre would finally patch things up between them. The fact that he had known he would need to do something tonight was probably the reason the day had seemed to go on for an eternity. Despite that slight inconvenience, he at least felt like it gave him more time to plan his course of action.
It was time for dinner now, and instead of eating in the Mess Hall, Chuck was walking across the crunchy grass: he was headed toward Pierre's cabin. Even with the grudgingly long day, Chuck was still unsure of exactly what he was going to say to Pierre when he saw him. "I'm sorry," didn't seem strong enough and "I was wrong," still felt like a lie; perhaps "I was stupid," would have to suffice. Whatever he planned on saying, he would have to decide on it quickly.
As he walked along the grass, Chuck's gaze wandered over to the outside picnic area, where the Games Crew often ate their meals. Located under a large roofed-in area was a line of picnic tables, and as one might have expected, the Games Crew was out there now. Unexpectedly, Pierre was sitting there with them.
Figuring he must have felt better after a day's rest, Chuck changed his course and made his way up to the picnic area. He observed the group as he came closer; the Art Instructor and the Archery Instructor were slightly older; married, both good friends with the Shaws and sitting next to one another. The various activity heads were all sitting together, while their Runners were noticeably separating themselves from the adults, having taken over their own tables.
Chuck approached Pierre's side of the table from behind, so Pierre was not able to see him and none of the other instructors paid him any mind either; not even Angela, who sat across from Pierre.
He came up behind Pierre and made his presence known by placing his hand on Pierre's shoulder and pushing him to the side. Pierre moved before he actually realized that Chuck was sitting down next to him. Pierre watched with sad amusement as Chuck picked up his hamburger, took a bite, and said to him, "Your dad makes better."
Pierre didn't know what to say, but from the small smile and sigh that he saw on Chuck's face, he assumed he must have been conveying some sort of positive message to his boyfriend. For now, Pierre determined that would be enough of an exchange on the subject; they could resume the conversation after dinner. He slipped one arm around Chuck's waist, and with the other, took back his hamburger. "I know," he smiled.
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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
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 Twelve
Sebastien flicked a dry Cheerio at Chuck's head and laughed when the small bit of cereal bounced off his friend's forehead and landed in his own bowl of cereal.
"You're very easily amused, do you know that?" Chuck rolled his eyes.
Chuck fought to suppress his yawn. Last night he'd been watching the bunks, a task generally thought of as boring and pointless. However, during his latest watch, Chuck was fortunate enough (or unfortunate, depending on how he looked at it) to have actually had something interesting occur.
"Well, come on," Sebastien shook his head and placed another Cheerio down, ready to fire. "I can tell something out of the ordinary happened last night." He flicked the Cheerio. "Tell me!"
"Fine!" Chuck muttered and glared, "But don't get mad or anything. I already took care of reprimands and all."
"What? Was it one of mine?" Sebastien slapped Chuck on the shoulder when Chuck gave him a reproachful look. "Okay! Just tell me!"
Chuck glanced around their surroundings for a moment and when he was sure that the mess hall was noisy enough that no one would overhear him, he whispered, "I caught Thomas and Marcus out of the bunks last night."
"You're shitting me!" Sebastien hissed.
"No, I'm not."
Catching on that Chuck's tone was decidedly lower, Sebastien lowered his own voice. "Well, what did you catch them doing?"
"Who caught who doing what and when?"
The men at the table winced was Landon pulled out the chair next to Sebastien's place and sat himself down. He placed a plate loaded with eggs, bacon strips and sausage links in front of his place; he cheerfully stabbed at the food with a fork, getting a bit of everything before shoving the bite into his mouth.
Sebastien and Chuck looked on with amazement.
"I really don't understand how you haven't had a heart attack yet."
"Hey, if I'm going to be criticized about my eating habits, it's not going to be by you. It'd have to be by someone who actually takes an interest in his own personal health, so, if you want that to happen, you'd better get that Lifeguard of yours back here."
Chuck rolled his eyes and looked down at his empty cereal bowl while Sebastien plowed on with the original conversation:
"Chuck caught Thomas and Marcus out of the bunks last night."
Landon laughed around a mouthful of sausage. "Way to be in charge, Sebastien," he jibbed and shoveled another forkful into his mouth. "What'd you catch them doing?"
"They were making out."
There was a loud clatter as Landon dropped his fork against his plate and Sebastien nearly choked on his orange juice.
"They were out of their bunks after hours and I saw them talking," Chuck continued. "Then they started kissing and I sent them back to their cabins.
"Sure," Sebastien snorted, "just when they were starting to have fun. You know, just because you're aren't getting any action right now-"
"It's against the rules for them to be out of their bunks at all," Chuck said with a raised voice, effectively cutting off his friend's tangent. "I let them talk and all but once they were through with that it was time to send them back."
"Whatever," Landon shook his head; "I still say you've got a stick up your ass that needs replacing."
With that said, Chuck pushed himself away from the table and stood from his place. "I'm finished eating." He picked up his bowl and headed for the front of the mess hall to send his dishes back to the kitchen.
A chair scraped along the floor and in a flash, Sebastien was trotting up along his side. "Wow, I'm really jealous Landon thought of that joke and I didn't. That was great." When Chuck made it clear that he was not going to respond to the teasing, Sebastien knew it would be best to simply change the subject if he wanted to avoid having Chuck ignore him for the rest of the day.
"What were Thomas and Marcus talking about when you found them, anyway?" He asked innocently.
As Sebastien had expected, Chuck was still willing to talk to him, albeit about select subjects. "It sounded kind of like Marcus was agreeing that they would tell people they were together.
"Really?" They approached the window to the kitchen where the cleaning service had dishwashers running and placed their bowls on the ledge.
"I'm not sure," Chuck shrugged a shoulder. "I only really heard Thomas asking Marcus if he was serious about something, but he sounded excited about it. That was when they started kissing."
"Hmm," Sebastien touched his finger to his chin as they approached the trashcan to throw away their napkins, "I haven't seen them acting any different."
Well, what do you expect? You didn't know about me and Pierre last year until we told you guys about us."
"How I didn't realize that still amazes me, by the way."
As Sebastien and Chuck got to the trashcan and tossed their napkins, they had to walk around Sarah and her friend Jeanine. While walking around the two, the boys managed catching a very interesting bit of the girls' conversation.
"So, who's running the pool today?"
"If Angela's still scheduled to the Lake, then I guess the Pool is gonna be watched by the Runners."
Chuck lifted a brow, and his eyes caught Sebastien's.
"Hey, Sarbear," Sebastien said as the girls passed them. "What's up?"
Sarah turned around and gave Sebastien and mockingly disdainful look. "Did I say you could call me that?" She asked.
"No, Sebastien slung his arm across her shoulders, "but Patrick did."
"I really don't think he would have."
"You're right," Sebastien smiled brightly; "he didn't. In fact, said you would hate it."
"He was right."
"Patrick's a smart guy. I see why you like him." Sarah rolled her eyes, an action that Sebastien ignored while he resumed standing next to Chuck. "So, what were we all talking about over here?"
"Director Shaw came in earlier and told us that Pierre wasn't going to be working today," Jeanine spoke up.
"So what's he plan on doing all day?"
"How do we know?" Jeanine rolled her eyes and Sarah snickered. "All I know is that it counts as a sick day for him."
There was a beat.
"Chuck," Sebastien muttered with a low voice and turned them back toward their table, "What's today's date?"
"It's not the second, I know that," Chuck hissed quickly, aware that Sebastien must be wondering if today was the anniversary of the death of Pierre's mother. Last year, Pierre had been on-edge and brooding the entire week leading up to the day, and it hurt Chuck now to think that he didn't even know how Pierre was feeling now. He decided to let that thought go for the time being; he knew that shouldn't be the reason Pierre wasn't working today. He leaned closer to Sebastien as they walked. "Is he sick?"
"I don't think so," Sebastien shook his head. "Why don't you just go talk to him?"
"I guess I'll have to now."
"You could sound more excited about it."
Chuck glared. "I am excited about making up, really! I haven't been touched inappropriately in over a week. I miss it."
Sebastien couldn't help laughing. "We are so obviously friends."
Even though it rained earlier that afternoon, Chuck could feel the grass crunching beneath his feel. The day had felt like it went on forever. In the morning, his bunk was scheduled to have Art class, and through the rest of the day, he had subsequently threatened to confiscate all five of the Frisbees that they had decorated. After each of their warnings the boys desisted, but Chuck was secretly hoping that by the end of the week he would be able to have confiscated Jason's Frisbee, at least; it had a very good looking Montreal Canadiens logo drawn on top.
After Art was Swimming at the lake. Angela had been assigned to Lifeguard there for the day, as Chuck had heard, and he had to admit hat he was proud of the restraint he'd displayed. Despite having wanted to approach the girl for a talk, Chuck had held himself back. Sebastien would surely have been disappointed in him.
Lunch, Archery, and Gym were boring events altogether. Once his group was through with Archery, none had really wanted to do much physical activity in Gym. The Bunk Four campers had felt the same way, so the groups split the gym in half; the Girls cabins stayed on one side and played Capture the Flag, while Chuck and Patrick watched their campers lazily kicking a soccer ball and playing cards.
Every once in a while, Samantha's CIT Liza came across the partition to discuss Sarah with Patrick, as per Patrick's request. This seemed pointless to Chuck, as he was sure it was obvious by now that Sarah liked him back. Chuck was also having a hard time understanding why Liza even came over at all; it seemed like such a hassle for her, when their own CITs Danny and James kept asking pestering questions about her and John. They claimed they were hearing things from Thomas, although Liza was firmly claiming that she was not seeing him.
Liza and Patrick's discussions at the gym had only made Chuck more anxious to be where he was right now. This morning's conversation with Sebastien had been the last that he would have in speculation of whenever he and Pierre would finally patch things up between them. The fact that he had known he would need to do something tonight was probably the reason the day had seemed to go on for an eternity. Despite that slight inconvenience, he at least felt like it gave him more time to plan his course of action.
It was time for dinner now, and instead of eating in the Mess Hall, Chuck was walking across the crunchy grass: he was headed toward Pierre's cabin. Even with the grudgingly long day, Chuck was still unsure of exactly what he was going to say to Pierre when he saw him. "I'm sorry," didn't seem strong enough and "I was wrong," still felt like a lie; perhaps "I was stupid," would have to suffice. Whatever he planned on saying, he would have to decide on it quickly.
As he walked along the grass, Chuck's gaze wandered over to the outside picnic area, where the Games Crew often ate their meals. Located under a large roofed-in area was a line of picnic tables, and as one might have expected, the Games Crew was out there now. Unexpectedly, Pierre was sitting there with them.
Figuring he must have felt better after a day's rest, Chuck changed his course and made his way up to the picnic area. He observed the group as he came closer; the Art Instructor and the Archery Instructor were slightly older; married, both good friends with the Shaws and sitting next to one another. The various activity heads were all sitting together, while their Runners were noticeably separating themselves from the adults, having taken over their own tables.
Chuck approached Pierre's side of the table from behind, so Pierre was not able to see him and none of the other instructors paid him any mind either; not even Angela, who sat across from Pierre.
He came up behind Pierre and made his presence known by placing his hand on Pierre's shoulder and pushing him to the side. Pierre moved before he actually realized that Chuck was sitting down next to him. Pierre watched with sad amusement as Chuck picked up his hamburger, took a bite, and said to him, "Your dad makes better."
Pierre didn't know what to say, but from the small smile and sigh that he saw on Chuck's face, he assumed he must have been conveying some sort of positive message to his boyfriend. For now, Pierre determined that would be enough of an exchange on the subject; they could resume the conversation after dinner. He slipped one arm around Chuck's waist, and with the other, took back his hamburger. "I know," he smiled.
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