Beware of Flying Bats and Balls
Title: Beware of Flying Bats and Balls
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: PG-13 (will rise)
Category: Angst, Humor
Warning: Slash, Adult Language
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Summary: Summer spent at the ball park.
Disclaimer:
Disclaimer: David and Sebastien are not mine. Everyone else, I own unless otherwise noted.
A/n: See the kid in the icon? Remember him ;)
Enjoy!
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BOFBAB :: 03
"And it's another one hit out of the park!" The announcer's voice projected through the stadium and off of one of the hundreds of plasma televisions that lined the walls. The big liberty bell didn't right though, seeing as how it wasn't the Phillies turn at bat.
David sighed and shook his head. "They suck today."
I couldn't help but laugh at that statement. Here we sat, inside the lovely, air conditioned stadium because there's an overcast and chill in the air. We hardly ever actually sit in the stands and watch the game, honestly, we come every day, that's not why. Sure, we like baseball but I think we have more fun running around this stadium then watching the game.
"Everyone has off days," I replied as I shuffled a deck of cards we'd bought. "We playing Sleep or Spit this time?"
He looked at me and then the deck of cards. He can be so indecisive it almost gets a annoying. "Sleep," he finally answered and pulled a second table up to the one that already sat between our chairs, knowing we'd need more room to play.
I shuffled the deck and dealt the cards out to him. We started to play and, save for the television mounted on the wall, there were no sounds other than the cards that we played with. Every now and then a person would walk through the door and, for some odd circulation reason, the airflow would make our cards fly everywhere. David and I had lost three games before we figured that we had to practically dive flat on the table to save our cards.
Few people passed us as we played our game. It's kind of a slow day, weather called for possibility of rain later today so I guess a lot of the spectators decided they didn't want to risk getting caught in the shower.
Apparently, I wasn't the only one to notice this.
"No one's really here today," David mused as he traded a Queen of Diamonds for a Three of Spades.
I nodded and grabbed the Queen he'd put down, trading it with a Ten of Spades. "They're here, they just don't want to pass by the two gays playing cards; it might be contagious."
David laughed and took a Four of Hearts from the center, replacing it with a Two of Clubs. "I resent that, fucker; I'm not gay."
"As if they know that," I said and traded more cards. "For all they know, we're an item. Besides, you could be gay."
"You make me feel so good about myself." David huffed and shook his head, trading a few more cards. "What the fuck makes you say I could be gay?"
We continued playing, the game was taking longer than general seeing as how we both continued to be making needless moves.
"Well, I know you're not, but to other people around here," I took a King of Clubs and replaced it with a Two of Diamonds, "you're just an attractive kid who spends every day with another attractive kid; always together; plus, you're just too pretty to be straight."
David put down a Five of Hearts, taking the Ten of Spades. "Too pretty? I think I should be flattered but I'm not sure. How the fuck do you figure too pretty?"
I took his Five of Hearts and put down an Ace of Clubs. "You wear eyeliner. That'll make almost anyone pretty."
Something snapped into David's head and he hunched over more in his chair. "It's nice to know that but," his hand reached for the Ace of Clubs, replacing it with a Two of Spades, "I'm still not gay. Speed!" He threw his hands into the air; he'd won.
I sighed as I looked over the game and realized that my next move would have been to take the Eight of Diamonds that sat left in the middle. I shook my head, taking it and replacing it with my only card left: the Two of Hearts; finishing the stacks and having the four twos spread in the middle.
He stuck his tongue out at me and grinned, standing to walk over to the concession stand. I merely shook my head and got up as well, walking after him. Just as he opened the door, we both looked back at the table, suddenly remembering the air circulation, and watched as all of the cards flew off of the table and scatter on the floor.
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I walked down the hallway at Citizen's Bank park and stood in front of a glass case that had an elephant mounted inside. I scratched my head, trying to think of why on earth there was an Elephant in the case and what it had to do with baseball when, suddenly, it moved and ran into the glass casing, making a tapping sound. I stepped back and it ran into the casing again, making another tapping sound. I backed up and away from the case just as the elephant grew and bounded out. It took one step toward me and I fell.
I gasped and opened my eyes, feeling as though I'd just plummeted into my bed. I was dreaming? I was... dreaming about an elephant? I glanced around, seeing the darkness of my room and hearing a tapping sound. The tapping sound that the elephant in my dream had made. Why was that sound here now? I'm awake now, aren't I?
Another tapping sound.
Shit. If I look at my window where that tap is coming from, I can only pray that there isn't an elephant out there. Gritting my teeth, I turned my head and, to my surprise, I didn't see an elephant.
"David?"
He stood out my window and waved, probably after noticing that I was finally conscious. I grunted and rolled over, out of my bed and walked to the window, glancing at my clock. It's fucking after twelve, what the hell is he doing here?
I opened my window and he beamed at me the second I did so. It's fucking after midnight; why is he so happy?
"David," I hissed, "what the fuck are you doing -?" His hand clapped over my mouth and I stared at him.
"Shush," he hissed right back at me. "Get your dad's keys and come to the park with me."
This is odd. David's been one for being random at times, I knew that but he's never actually taken to showing up at my bedroom window at unholy hours of the night. Not that I can really say I'm minding the fact that I get to see him right now, even if it is after midnight.
I shook my head and brushed his hand off of my mouth, "David, we have roaming privileges of the stadium during the day but I'm pretty sure that even with our dads being who they are, breaking in after hours is still grounds for getting arrested."
"So, my dad will pay your bail; just get the keys to open the gate in the parking lot along Seventh Street." He got down to my level as I'd been kneeling down and he leaned his elbows on my windowsill. "Please."
I raised my eyebrow, "God, you sound so desperate; why don't you go home and sleep?"
He looked at me sternly. "I just don't want to."
"Why not, David?" As much as I would probably enjoy spending time with him, I was tired. Not exactly but more exhausted than tired.
David leaned closer to me, this putting me a little on edge and I caught my breath. I feel like a fucking twelve-year-old, He's leaning so close to me; close enough to kiss! Twelve-year-olds always annoyed me. And I'm thinking this is kind of the way a girl would act too. A twelve-year-old girl. Fuck, at least it isn't a shock that I'm gay.
"Sebastien, they're..." His eyes glanced around as if he thought he was watched. "They're," he sighed, "you know..."
I winced and wrinkled my nose. "Oh... you're sure? I mean... they didn't actually start anything before you caught on and left?" I asked and backed up a little, putting a few inches of space between our faces.
He nodded, "Yeah, I left around the time that they started with the, uh..." David's hand lifted and he ran his fingers over my ear. I closed my eyes tight and he dragged his fingers over my jaw.
I backed away fast and shook my head. "I give in, I'll go to the park now if you swear you'll never touch me like that again."
David shook his head, "Whatever your demands are, just get dressed and let's go. I've got a light and gloves, get your ball."
I laughed, praying that he couldn't see the blush in my cheeks after he'd reminded me that I'd gone to bed without a shirt tonight. Sighing, I rummaged through my hamper and found a shirt that wasn't too messed and pulled it on. This whole time as David waited outside and I got ready, I couldn't shake the cold feeling I'd gotten when he touched me. About to head for the window, I stuck my head out and dropped the ball at his feet.
"Wait," I spoke up as if a thought had just come to mind, "I have to piss." It was a lie, a very large lie, but a lie that was desperately needed.
With a disgruntled sigh, David allowed me to go back into the house and I made my way into the bathroom. The fact that I had to get to the bathroom wasn't so misleading as was my reason for having to go there. I shut the door lightly and once it was secured, I let out possibly one of the largest frustrated sighs I ever have in my life.
Can't be too long, I mused, he is, after all, still waiting outside my bedroom window. Wonderful. I quietly stomped over to the wall, taking some toilet tissue off of the roll and glanced up at the mirror. Quickly, I turned my head; I don't exactly like that person right now.
I'll kill David, I thought to myself, I'll kill David for walking me up this late; I'll kill him for making me risk jail time to go to the park with him, I'll kill David for touching me; I'll kill David for getting me so worked up, so excited.
I gripped the rim of the sink; toilet tissue sitting ready, and I sighed.
David.
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It had stormed earlier, just as the weather had predicted and David slipped, yet again, when he ran to catch the ball that I threw him. We'd gotten to the park probably around one o'clock and, after setting up the lamp he'd brought with him, we'd decided to play catch. We'd started tossing the ball and eventually the game had evolved into something more rough; throwing the ball hard and as fast as you can. It's quite fun actually, it can leave some nasty marks if you were to miss a catch though.
The light David had brought was actually an old lantern. Before tonight I never knew they gave off that much light but this one sure did. It was bright, too; this, I discovered, when I looked up to catch the ball and the light got into my eye. Needless to say, I missed and the ball pelted me in the elbow. Okay, ouch.
"Answer me, Seb!" David yelled at me as I rubbed my elbow.
I shot him a glare, though I know he couldn't see me and picked up the ball. "What was the question?" I threw the ball back.
He sighed, "Are we staying tomorrow for the fireworks?"
"Sure!" I yelled back to him and threw the ball. He missed and it hit the ground just a little farther behind where he stood. David shook his head and went back to get it, quickly throwing it back to me. I caught the ball and hurled it back to him. This time, however, not only did he catch or miss the ball; he yelped.
"David!" I ran over to where he laid on the ground, clutching his face. I knelt down next to him and he sat up, holding his palm over his right eye. Through his left eye, I could see him glaring at me.
"Shit, David, I am so sorry," I said and put one hand on his shoulder, the other around his wrist. He rolled an eye as I gently tugged his hand away from his face. Since my last throw sent him backing up, I couldn't see much of his face now that we were farther from the lantern. "Just one second." I ran back to get the lantern and brought it back to where he sat, poking his brow.
"Don't do that," I swatted his hand away.
He looked up at me and glared.
"I'm really, really sorry?"
David continued to glare at me without saying a word. I, myself, didn't speak only because I couldn't managed to. Again, for the second time tonight, I have my face just inches from David's and it's really difficult to hold myself back. Fuck, okay, crushes are not good things. I blinked several times and averted my sight to the place where he'd been hit, it had already started to swell.
I gulped, "Doesn't look too bad," I said and admired the bump. "It doesn't look like it's going to bruise a lot but there's definitely going to be a lump there."
David scoffed, "Really, is that all?" His voice held a mocking tone and he moved, me jerking back a bit when he did so, "No, 'How bad does it hurt?' or, 'Does it hurt at all?'"
Smiling, I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry, David. Does it hurt?"
He sat up and pulled his knees to his chest, folding his arms over them. "Right now, only when I blink."
I sat back on my own, keeping a small, safe distance from David and folded my legs. I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my calves and folded my hands together; and I watched him sit there. He seemed to be thinking about something, barely even seeing that I still sat next to him and he sighed.
"They're going to know I was out now."
"Hmm?" I blinked and watched as he shook his head.
He chewed on his bottom lip some. "When I get home, they'll notice the lump..."
Thinking about the situation, I nodded and stretched out over the grass. It actually smelled pretty good, considering it had rained earlier. The smell of wet grass is always kind of a nice one, though. "Do you want to head back now, then? I can't see the clock but it's got to be pretty late by now."
David shook his head and stretched out on the grass across from me, "No. It won't matter, I'll get the same reaction if I come in now than if I was to come in at five."
"Okay, then," I rested my head on my arm. "We can stay out longer."
So we laid in the grass for a while and talked about random things. It is kind of amusing to think that there are people you can just talk to for hours on end and not get bored with each other. That's probably the point of having a best friend in the first place, actually, but it's still an impressive thing to think that you actually don't bore the person at all.
After a while of talking, maybe twenty minutes, David spoke up about beginning to get a headache, the throbbing pulse irritating the bump on his head. We began to walk back and I went around with him to his window. I watched him climb into bed to make sure that he didn't pass out on the floor before he got there; it'd be a shame if it turned out that he had a concussion and ended up falling and slamming his head on the dresser or something. Once I saw that he was safe and sound in his bed, I turned and walked out to the front of his house and as I passed the dirt pathway, I saw that some of the rocks lining the path were moved from there spots.
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Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: PG-13 (will rise)
Category: Angst, Humor
Warning: Slash, Adult Language
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Summary: Summer spent at the ball park.
Disclaimer:
Disclaimer: David and Sebastien are not mine. Everyone else, I own unless otherwise noted.
A/n: See the kid in the icon? Remember him ;)
Enjoy!
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BOFBAB :: 03
"And it's another one hit out of the park!" The announcer's voice projected through the stadium and off of one of the hundreds of plasma televisions that lined the walls. The big liberty bell didn't right though, seeing as how it wasn't the Phillies turn at bat.
David sighed and shook his head. "They suck today."
I couldn't help but laugh at that statement. Here we sat, inside the lovely, air conditioned stadium because there's an overcast and chill in the air. We hardly ever actually sit in the stands and watch the game, honestly, we come every day, that's not why. Sure, we like baseball but I think we have more fun running around this stadium then watching the game.
"Everyone has off days," I replied as I shuffled a deck of cards we'd bought. "We playing Sleep or Spit this time?"
He looked at me and then the deck of cards. He can be so indecisive it almost gets a annoying. "Sleep," he finally answered and pulled a second table up to the one that already sat between our chairs, knowing we'd need more room to play.
I shuffled the deck and dealt the cards out to him. We started to play and, save for the television mounted on the wall, there were no sounds other than the cards that we played with. Every now and then a person would walk through the door and, for some odd circulation reason, the airflow would make our cards fly everywhere. David and I had lost three games before we figured that we had to practically dive flat on the table to save our cards.
Few people passed us as we played our game. It's kind of a slow day, weather called for possibility of rain later today so I guess a lot of the spectators decided they didn't want to risk getting caught in the shower.
Apparently, I wasn't the only one to notice this.
"No one's really here today," David mused as he traded a Queen of Diamonds for a Three of Spades.
I nodded and grabbed the Queen he'd put down, trading it with a Ten of Spades. "They're here, they just don't want to pass by the two gays playing cards; it might be contagious."
David laughed and took a Four of Hearts from the center, replacing it with a Two of Clubs. "I resent that, fucker; I'm not gay."
"As if they know that," I said and traded more cards. "For all they know, we're an item. Besides, you could be gay."
"You make me feel so good about myself." David huffed and shook his head, trading a few more cards. "What the fuck makes you say I could be gay?"
We continued playing, the game was taking longer than general seeing as how we both continued to be making needless moves.
"Well, I know you're not, but to other people around here," I took a King of Clubs and replaced it with a Two of Diamonds, "you're just an attractive kid who spends every day with another attractive kid; always together; plus, you're just too pretty to be straight."
David put down a Five of Hearts, taking the Ten of Spades. "Too pretty? I think I should be flattered but I'm not sure. How the fuck do you figure too pretty?"
I took his Five of Hearts and put down an Ace of Clubs. "You wear eyeliner. That'll make almost anyone pretty."
Something snapped into David's head and he hunched over more in his chair. "It's nice to know that but," his hand reached for the Ace of Clubs, replacing it with a Two of Spades, "I'm still not gay. Speed!" He threw his hands into the air; he'd won.
I sighed as I looked over the game and realized that my next move would have been to take the Eight of Diamonds that sat left in the middle. I shook my head, taking it and replacing it with my only card left: the Two of Hearts; finishing the stacks and having the four twos spread in the middle.
He stuck his tongue out at me and grinned, standing to walk over to the concession stand. I merely shook my head and got up as well, walking after him. Just as he opened the door, we both looked back at the table, suddenly remembering the air circulation, and watched as all of the cards flew off of the table and scatter on the floor.
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I walked down the hallway at Citizen's Bank park and stood in front of a glass case that had an elephant mounted inside. I scratched my head, trying to think of why on earth there was an Elephant in the case and what it had to do with baseball when, suddenly, it moved and ran into the glass casing, making a tapping sound. I stepped back and it ran into the casing again, making another tapping sound. I backed up and away from the case just as the elephant grew and bounded out. It took one step toward me and I fell.
I gasped and opened my eyes, feeling as though I'd just plummeted into my bed. I was dreaming? I was... dreaming about an elephant? I glanced around, seeing the darkness of my room and hearing a tapping sound. The tapping sound that the elephant in my dream had made. Why was that sound here now? I'm awake now, aren't I?
Another tapping sound.
Shit. If I look at my window where that tap is coming from, I can only pray that there isn't an elephant out there. Gritting my teeth, I turned my head and, to my surprise, I didn't see an elephant.
"David?"
He stood out my window and waved, probably after noticing that I was finally conscious. I grunted and rolled over, out of my bed and walked to the window, glancing at my clock. It's fucking after twelve, what the hell is he doing here?
I opened my window and he beamed at me the second I did so. It's fucking after midnight; why is he so happy?
"David," I hissed, "what the fuck are you doing -?" His hand clapped over my mouth and I stared at him.
"Shush," he hissed right back at me. "Get your dad's keys and come to the park with me."
This is odd. David's been one for being random at times, I knew that but he's never actually taken to showing up at my bedroom window at unholy hours of the night. Not that I can really say I'm minding the fact that I get to see him right now, even if it is after midnight.
I shook my head and brushed his hand off of my mouth, "David, we have roaming privileges of the stadium during the day but I'm pretty sure that even with our dads being who they are, breaking in after hours is still grounds for getting arrested."
"So, my dad will pay your bail; just get the keys to open the gate in the parking lot along Seventh Street." He got down to my level as I'd been kneeling down and he leaned his elbows on my windowsill. "Please."
I raised my eyebrow, "God, you sound so desperate; why don't you go home and sleep?"
He looked at me sternly. "I just don't want to."
"Why not, David?" As much as I would probably enjoy spending time with him, I was tired. Not exactly but more exhausted than tired.
David leaned closer to me, this putting me a little on edge and I caught my breath. I feel like a fucking twelve-year-old, He's leaning so close to me; close enough to kiss! Twelve-year-olds always annoyed me. And I'm thinking this is kind of the way a girl would act too. A twelve-year-old girl. Fuck, at least it isn't a shock that I'm gay.
"Sebastien, they're..." His eyes glanced around as if he thought he was watched. "They're," he sighed, "you know..."
I winced and wrinkled my nose. "Oh... you're sure? I mean... they didn't actually start anything before you caught on and left?" I asked and backed up a little, putting a few inches of space between our faces.
He nodded, "Yeah, I left around the time that they started with the, uh..." David's hand lifted and he ran his fingers over my ear. I closed my eyes tight and he dragged his fingers over my jaw.
I backed away fast and shook my head. "I give in, I'll go to the park now if you swear you'll never touch me like that again."
David shook his head, "Whatever your demands are, just get dressed and let's go. I've got a light and gloves, get your ball."
I laughed, praying that he couldn't see the blush in my cheeks after he'd reminded me that I'd gone to bed without a shirt tonight. Sighing, I rummaged through my hamper and found a shirt that wasn't too messed and pulled it on. This whole time as David waited outside and I got ready, I couldn't shake the cold feeling I'd gotten when he touched me. About to head for the window, I stuck my head out and dropped the ball at his feet.
"Wait," I spoke up as if a thought had just come to mind, "I have to piss." It was a lie, a very large lie, but a lie that was desperately needed.
With a disgruntled sigh, David allowed me to go back into the house and I made my way into the bathroom. The fact that I had to get to the bathroom wasn't so misleading as was my reason for having to go there. I shut the door lightly and once it was secured, I let out possibly one of the largest frustrated sighs I ever have in my life.
Can't be too long, I mused, he is, after all, still waiting outside my bedroom window. Wonderful. I quietly stomped over to the wall, taking some toilet tissue off of the roll and glanced up at the mirror. Quickly, I turned my head; I don't exactly like that person right now.
I'll kill David, I thought to myself, I'll kill David for walking me up this late; I'll kill him for making me risk jail time to go to the park with him, I'll kill David for touching me; I'll kill David for getting me so worked up, so excited.
I gripped the rim of the sink; toilet tissue sitting ready, and I sighed.
David.
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It had stormed earlier, just as the weather had predicted and David slipped, yet again, when he ran to catch the ball that I threw him. We'd gotten to the park probably around one o'clock and, after setting up the lamp he'd brought with him, we'd decided to play catch. We'd started tossing the ball and eventually the game had evolved into something more rough; throwing the ball hard and as fast as you can. It's quite fun actually, it can leave some nasty marks if you were to miss a catch though.
The light David had brought was actually an old lantern. Before tonight I never knew they gave off that much light but this one sure did. It was bright, too; this, I discovered, when I looked up to catch the ball and the light got into my eye. Needless to say, I missed and the ball pelted me in the elbow. Okay, ouch.
"Answer me, Seb!" David yelled at me as I rubbed my elbow.
I shot him a glare, though I know he couldn't see me and picked up the ball. "What was the question?" I threw the ball back.
He sighed, "Are we staying tomorrow for the fireworks?"
"Sure!" I yelled back to him and threw the ball. He missed and it hit the ground just a little farther behind where he stood. David shook his head and went back to get it, quickly throwing it back to me. I caught the ball and hurled it back to him. This time, however, not only did he catch or miss the ball; he yelped.
"David!" I ran over to where he laid on the ground, clutching his face. I knelt down next to him and he sat up, holding his palm over his right eye. Through his left eye, I could see him glaring at me.
"Shit, David, I am so sorry," I said and put one hand on his shoulder, the other around his wrist. He rolled an eye as I gently tugged his hand away from his face. Since my last throw sent him backing up, I couldn't see much of his face now that we were farther from the lantern. "Just one second." I ran back to get the lantern and brought it back to where he sat, poking his brow.
"Don't do that," I swatted his hand away.
He looked up at me and glared.
"I'm really, really sorry?"
David continued to glare at me without saying a word. I, myself, didn't speak only because I couldn't managed to. Again, for the second time tonight, I have my face just inches from David's and it's really difficult to hold myself back. Fuck, okay, crushes are not good things. I blinked several times and averted my sight to the place where he'd been hit, it had already started to swell.
I gulped, "Doesn't look too bad," I said and admired the bump. "It doesn't look like it's going to bruise a lot but there's definitely going to be a lump there."
David scoffed, "Really, is that all?" His voice held a mocking tone and he moved, me jerking back a bit when he did so, "No, 'How bad does it hurt?' or, 'Does it hurt at all?'"
Smiling, I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry, David. Does it hurt?"
He sat up and pulled his knees to his chest, folding his arms over them. "Right now, only when I blink."
I sat back on my own, keeping a small, safe distance from David and folded my legs. I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my calves and folded my hands together; and I watched him sit there. He seemed to be thinking about something, barely even seeing that I still sat next to him and he sighed.
"They're going to know I was out now."
"Hmm?" I blinked and watched as he shook his head.
He chewed on his bottom lip some. "When I get home, they'll notice the lump..."
Thinking about the situation, I nodded and stretched out over the grass. It actually smelled pretty good, considering it had rained earlier. The smell of wet grass is always kind of a nice one, though. "Do you want to head back now, then? I can't see the clock but it's got to be pretty late by now."
David shook his head and stretched out on the grass across from me, "No. It won't matter, I'll get the same reaction if I come in now than if I was to come in at five."
"Okay, then," I rested my head on my arm. "We can stay out longer."
So we laid in the grass for a while and talked about random things. It is kind of amusing to think that there are people you can just talk to for hours on end and not get bored with each other. That's probably the point of having a best friend in the first place, actually, but it's still an impressive thing to think that you actually don't bore the person at all.
After a while of talking, maybe twenty minutes, David spoke up about beginning to get a headache, the throbbing pulse irritating the bump on his head. We began to walk back and I went around with him to his window. I watched him climb into bed to make sure that he didn't pass out on the floor before he got there; it'd be a shame if it turned out that he had a concussion and ended up falling and slamming his head on the dresser or something. Once I saw that he was safe and sound in his bed, I turned and walked out to the front of his house and as I passed the dirt pathway, I saw that some of the rocks lining the path were moved from there spots.
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