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: Sebastien/David
Summary: Summer spent at the ball park.
Disclaimer: I do not own David or Sebastien. All other characters are mine unless otherwise noted.
A/n: Skipped over the vacation because I never intended to write it in the first place. Also, I realize this chapter is a little cliff-hanger-ish, but it has to be, since I see the events to come as better off if they are their own chapter.
Enjoy!
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BOFBAB :: 07
I turn eighteen next year. Next year, I will not be going on the vacation with them. Not because I don't like my parents, I do, they're great but I just cannot stand a week with nothing to do. Even if all I do normally is sit around and do nothing with David, at least he's there to talk to; going away for a week and having no one but your parents to talk to bites. It is also an especially good time to have a friend along which is also why I am damning whichever camera at the park kept me from bringing David along on this trip.
Must remind myself though, we're home now. Or, almost home. Starting to remember parts of the area so I'm guessing we've got about twenty minutes to go. I hope so. First thing to do when I get home is unpack because mom would kill me if I didn't; second is to call David and have him restore some sanity into me.
After I leaned my head against the window and daydreamed for some amount of time I was finally brought back to Earth when my mom told me we'd arrived at home. In a flash I'd gotten out of the car, grabbed my suitcase and backpack and ran up to my room. I raced to unpack my bag and had finished within fifteen minutes, succeeding in finding a shirt I was certain I'd lost two months ago scrunched in the bottom side pocket. That got thrown into the laundry room fast.
With the task of unpacking done and a quick glance around my room, it still looked the way I'd left it: neat and tidy. Perfect, nothing stopping me from calling David's cell right away. God, I'd missed talking to him too. My phone didn't have service at the vacation spot so that didn't help with my boredom much either.
One ring... two rings... three rings... four rings... five rings...
"Hello?"
"Hi," my mouth cracked into a huge smile the second I heard David answer his phone.
"Hey, Seb," he seemed like he was laughing, I hope because he was glad to hear from me.
"We got home," I said happily and laughed some. "Head over here and I start for your house; meet me half way and let me hug you or something." As I spoke I'd already went to my closet to reach for a light-weighted hoodie.
"Seb," he paused, "I can't meet you."
"Oh, alright," I stopped and sat down. "Later, then?"
I heard him sigh on the other end, "No, Sebastien, not later. I can't."
"Why not?" I asked and rubbed the back of my neck. Didn't he want to see me?
"Seb, I'm in the city," he said and I heard an echoed walking on his end of the line. "I'm at my dad's for a few days. I'm sorry, but you'll have to go without a hug from me for the time being."
I heard something on the other end of the phone fall and it sounded a bit like David was struggling with something. As I thought of what it sounded like, a thought crossed my mind and I couldn't help bringing up the subject.
"David?"
"Yeah?" He gave a relieved sigh as if he'd just accomplished a somewhat difficult task.
"Is something wrong?" I played with a loose string on the end of my bed comforter. "It's just... you're never at your dad's; I thought your mom didn't usually like you over there."
"She doesn't," he took a drink of something. The sound of a running tap went off and then I clearly heard a bottle of pills being placed down and he took another drink. "Uhm, not usually, anyway."
"You're sure everything is okay?" I asked, beginning to become concerned. "You're not sick or something, are you?"
"No, I... I'm fine, Seb, it's just..." his voice trailed and faded off. I gulped and pulled my legs up to my chest.
"David, please, something isn't right, I can tell."
"It's nothing, I swear."
"Please don't lie, David," I shook my head, "I, I can tell something isn't right," I whispered. "David, I love you, please tell me what's going on. Why are you with your dad?"
He sighed on the other end and I could almost picture him biting his nails nervously. "Uhm, I... I'll try to explain everything when I come back in a few days." He said this and I heard a door slam.
I looked down, knowing there was nothing I could do to change anything and still slightly hurt at the same time. I know there is a real reason as to why David isn't here but the fact that I haven't seen him in a week and was looking forward to this day since before I left are taking over in my head and all I want is to have this explained to me. Why did he go without leaving a message for me? Or better, why did he go after he knew I would be home?
I sighed, "Okay. When are you coming back?"
"Three days. I'll come back on the underground bus at the station by the Park."
"All right," I rubbed the back of my neck and sat up. "I'll meet you there."
"Hey, Sebas?"
Being somewhat hurt, I replied to him with a solemn voice. "Yeah?"
"Tell me about your trip?"
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Three days. Three fucking days I've been waiting and now I'm standing here, under an overcast sky looking like it'll start raining within the next hour, waiting for David's bus to arrive on the underground. I looked around and saw passing people, some peered down at me sitting against a pole but continued about their own business after seeing that I was content on staying there. Eventually, I noticed several people coming up and my mind kicked in for about the second time today that it could be David's bus that has arrived. I bit my lip and stood up, dusting off the side of my pants, leaned back against the pole and watched the random people slowly come up.
And there he was.
I put my weight onto my feet when I saw him and once he looked up and noticed me I ran over and hugged him. David coughed when I wrapped my arms around his neck, dropped his bag and linked his around my waist. Not seeing him for over a week never really left this kind of a dent in me and suddenly I got the feeling that I didn't want to let him go again. He pressed face against my neck and I pulled him closer, closing my eyes and resting my cheek against his shoulder.
"I love you."
What was that? I turned my head and leaned back a little to look at him. "What?"
His shoulder lifted and fell as he readjusted his hands on my sides. "The other day on the phone I know I didn't say that I loved you back so I figured I had to make up for it." He smiled and I couldn't think of anything else to do other than kiss him.
We broke the kiss and hugged each other again and while we did, the thought that I'd said I loved him went through my head. I really said that? Truth be told, I couldn't recall saying it or even realizing after that I had. I suppose it is possible, saying it without realizing kind of does mean I subconsciously thought it and believed it. I care about him an awful lot, more than I do about most other people and, let's face it, the way I feel right now is definitely a different feeling than I got when around other friends. I smiled to myself at the thought that I do love David and kissed his cheek.
David backed away and smiled before he lifted his bag. "Come with me," he said and grabbed my hand. He tugged on my arm and led us down the sidewalk. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and handed me his bag; I held it as he looked at something he had scrawled onto his palm and pressed the buttons on the phone. It thundered above our heads and I looked up at the clouds. It hadn't started raining but hearing the thunder roar only made me think that it probably would soon. I lowered my head to tell David my suspicions and found him just getting off the phone.
"I think it's going to rain," I whispered into his ear.
"Hmm, hope it wait’s a little longer to start," he said and walked over to a bench where we settled down.
I wrapped an arm around him and he leaned his head against my shoulder. David seemed rather tired and we sat there peacefully for a few minutes, during which time I listened to a few more thunder claps and couldn't help thinking of the last time David and I were caught in the rain. A small grin spread over my face at the thought of it raining soon and I was only brought out of my trance when David sat up and lifted his bag.
"Come on," he stood and tugged on my hand. I got up and looked around, seeing David walk over to - a taxi? I walked over to the cab and watched David open the back door and toss his bag inside. He stood with his arm draped over the open door and looked at me. "Get in."
My eyes widened, "What?" I looked over the car and felt a drop of water hit my nose. I blinked, "David, why are we standing here with a cab?"
He rolled his eyes, "Because the cab is going to take us somewhere, Silly," he smiled and pinched my cheek before he slid into the taxi and leaned in to speak to the driver. I paused and looked around, a little unsure of whether or not I should and, in the end, I decided against my better judgment and climbed into the car, closing the door behind myself.
I glanced over and looked at David. "Where are we going?" I hissed but was unable to hide the small smirk that had suddenly crawled onto my mouth. The second the door closed behind me I had gotten a small feeling of adventure in the pit of my stomach and within seconds I was almost excited to be sitting in the back of a taxi and have no idea where it was taking me.
"You'll see," he said and squeezed my hand.
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Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: PG-13 (will rise)
Category: Angst, Humor
Warning: Slash, Adult Language
Pairing: Sebastien/David
Summary: Summer spent at the ball park.
Disclaimer: I do not own David or Sebastien. All other characters are mine unless otherwise noted.
A/n: Skipped over the vacation because I never intended to write it in the first place. Also, I realize this chapter is a little cliff-hanger-ish, but it has to be, since I see the events to come as better off if they are their own chapter.
Enjoy!
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BOFBAB :: 07
I turn eighteen next year. Next year, I will not be going on the vacation with them. Not because I don't like my parents, I do, they're great but I just cannot stand a week with nothing to do. Even if all I do normally is sit around and do nothing with David, at least he's there to talk to; going away for a week and having no one but your parents to talk to bites. It is also an especially good time to have a friend along which is also why I am damning whichever camera at the park kept me from bringing David along on this trip.
Must remind myself though, we're home now. Or, almost home. Starting to remember parts of the area so I'm guessing we've got about twenty minutes to go. I hope so. First thing to do when I get home is unpack because mom would kill me if I didn't; second is to call David and have him restore some sanity into me.
After I leaned my head against the window and daydreamed for some amount of time I was finally brought back to Earth when my mom told me we'd arrived at home. In a flash I'd gotten out of the car, grabbed my suitcase and backpack and ran up to my room. I raced to unpack my bag and had finished within fifteen minutes, succeeding in finding a shirt I was certain I'd lost two months ago scrunched in the bottom side pocket. That got thrown into the laundry room fast.
With the task of unpacking done and a quick glance around my room, it still looked the way I'd left it: neat and tidy. Perfect, nothing stopping me from calling David's cell right away. God, I'd missed talking to him too. My phone didn't have service at the vacation spot so that didn't help with my boredom much either.
One ring... two rings... three rings... four rings... five rings...
"Hello?"
"Hi," my mouth cracked into a huge smile the second I heard David answer his phone.
"Hey, Seb," he seemed like he was laughing, I hope because he was glad to hear from me.
"We got home," I said happily and laughed some. "Head over here and I start for your house; meet me half way and let me hug you or something." As I spoke I'd already went to my closet to reach for a light-weighted hoodie.
"Seb," he paused, "I can't meet you."
"Oh, alright," I stopped and sat down. "Later, then?"
I heard him sigh on the other end, "No, Sebastien, not later. I can't."
"Why not?" I asked and rubbed the back of my neck. Didn't he want to see me?
"Seb, I'm in the city," he said and I heard an echoed walking on his end of the line. "I'm at my dad's for a few days. I'm sorry, but you'll have to go without a hug from me for the time being."
I heard something on the other end of the phone fall and it sounded a bit like David was struggling with something. As I thought of what it sounded like, a thought crossed my mind and I couldn't help bringing up the subject.
"David?"
"Yeah?" He gave a relieved sigh as if he'd just accomplished a somewhat difficult task.
"Is something wrong?" I played with a loose string on the end of my bed comforter. "It's just... you're never at your dad's; I thought your mom didn't usually like you over there."
"She doesn't," he took a drink of something. The sound of a running tap went off and then I clearly heard a bottle of pills being placed down and he took another drink. "Uhm, not usually, anyway."
"You're sure everything is okay?" I asked, beginning to become concerned. "You're not sick or something, are you?"
"No, I... I'm fine, Seb, it's just..." his voice trailed and faded off. I gulped and pulled my legs up to my chest.
"David, please, something isn't right, I can tell."
"It's nothing, I swear."
"Please don't lie, David," I shook my head, "I, I can tell something isn't right," I whispered. "David, I love you, please tell me what's going on. Why are you with your dad?"
He sighed on the other end and I could almost picture him biting his nails nervously. "Uhm, I... I'll try to explain everything when I come back in a few days." He said this and I heard a door slam.
I looked down, knowing there was nothing I could do to change anything and still slightly hurt at the same time. I know there is a real reason as to why David isn't here but the fact that I haven't seen him in a week and was looking forward to this day since before I left are taking over in my head and all I want is to have this explained to me. Why did he go without leaving a message for me? Or better, why did he go after he knew I would be home?
I sighed, "Okay. When are you coming back?"
"Three days. I'll come back on the underground bus at the station by the Park."
"All right," I rubbed the back of my neck and sat up. "I'll meet you there."
"Hey, Sebas?"
Being somewhat hurt, I replied to him with a solemn voice. "Yeah?"
"Tell me about your trip?"
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Three days. Three fucking days I've been waiting and now I'm standing here, under an overcast sky looking like it'll start raining within the next hour, waiting for David's bus to arrive on the underground. I looked around and saw passing people, some peered down at me sitting against a pole but continued about their own business after seeing that I was content on staying there. Eventually, I noticed several people coming up and my mind kicked in for about the second time today that it could be David's bus that has arrived. I bit my lip and stood up, dusting off the side of my pants, leaned back against the pole and watched the random people slowly come up.
And there he was.
I put my weight onto my feet when I saw him and once he looked up and noticed me I ran over and hugged him. David coughed when I wrapped my arms around his neck, dropped his bag and linked his around my waist. Not seeing him for over a week never really left this kind of a dent in me and suddenly I got the feeling that I didn't want to let him go again. He pressed face against my neck and I pulled him closer, closing my eyes and resting my cheek against his shoulder.
"I love you."
What was that? I turned my head and leaned back a little to look at him. "What?"
His shoulder lifted and fell as he readjusted his hands on my sides. "The other day on the phone I know I didn't say that I loved you back so I figured I had to make up for it." He smiled and I couldn't think of anything else to do other than kiss him.
We broke the kiss and hugged each other again and while we did, the thought that I'd said I loved him went through my head. I really said that? Truth be told, I couldn't recall saying it or even realizing after that I had. I suppose it is possible, saying it without realizing kind of does mean I subconsciously thought it and believed it. I care about him an awful lot, more than I do about most other people and, let's face it, the way I feel right now is definitely a different feeling than I got when around other friends. I smiled to myself at the thought that I do love David and kissed his cheek.
David backed away and smiled before he lifted his bag. "Come with me," he said and grabbed my hand. He tugged on my arm and led us down the sidewalk. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and handed me his bag; I held it as he looked at something he had scrawled onto his palm and pressed the buttons on the phone. It thundered above our heads and I looked up at the clouds. It hadn't started raining but hearing the thunder roar only made me think that it probably would soon. I lowered my head to tell David my suspicions and found him just getting off the phone.
"I think it's going to rain," I whispered into his ear.
"Hmm, hope it wait’s a little longer to start," he said and walked over to a bench where we settled down.
I wrapped an arm around him and he leaned his head against my shoulder. David seemed rather tired and we sat there peacefully for a few minutes, during which time I listened to a few more thunder claps and couldn't help thinking of the last time David and I were caught in the rain. A small grin spread over my face at the thought of it raining soon and I was only brought out of my trance when David sat up and lifted his bag.
"Come on," he stood and tugged on my hand. I got up and looked around, seeing David walk over to - a taxi? I walked over to the cab and watched David open the back door and toss his bag inside. He stood with his arm draped over the open door and looked at me. "Get in."
My eyes widened, "What?" I looked over the car and felt a drop of water hit my nose. I blinked, "David, why are we standing here with a cab?"
He rolled his eyes, "Because the cab is going to take us somewhere, Silly," he smiled and pinched my cheek before he slid into the taxi and leaned in to speak to the driver. I paused and looked around, a little unsure of whether or not I should and, in the end, I decided against my better judgment and climbed into the car, closing the door behind myself.
I glanced over and looked at David. "Where are we going?" I hissed but was unable to hide the small smirk that had suddenly crawled onto my mouth. The second the door closed behind me I had gotten a small feeling of adventure in the pit of my stomach and within seconds I was almost excited to be sitting in the back of a taxi and have no idea where it was taking me.
"You'll see," he said and squeezed my hand.
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