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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: Disclaimer: I do not own David and Sebastien. All other characters are mine unless otherwise noted.
A/n: Took me long enough, yeah?
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BOFBAB :: 09
I've heard the phrase "You never know someone until you've walked a mile in their shoes" plenty of times before, especially during after-school specials. I've also heard that one expression that says "You'll never know someone until you've lived with them." Well now, I have to think about those.
Let's see. I've never worn David's shoes for more than a few minutes when we've been kidding around with each other. His shoes don't fit me so I know I can never say I've walked a mile in them. So I guess I can't say that's how I know him so well. As for the one about living together, well, that's gone on for about a week now, I suppose. We share an apartment, after all. So, what have I gathered from that? Over the past week I've observed that David kicks sheets everywhere while he sleeps, he always takes off his shoes and leaves the right one sitting lined up on the left side of the other, and that no matter what he will always end up on the left side of the bed, laying on his back with his hand on his stomach and his pinky sticking under his shirt when he wakes up.
Aside from the thing with his always ending on the left side of the bed and his finger under his shirt, I haven't actually noticed anything I hadn't already known. I guess whomever came up with those sayings never had a real friend. I knew about all those things just because I've noticed them over the past few years; not much he does seems to shock me. Well, not a lot of things.
This morning was a little different, seeing as how I woke up and he wasn't in the room. Well, not morning. I guess it was round eleven-thirty that I woke up and looked around the room only to see that David had gone out. He actually left a note that said he wouldn't be back for a while - it actually made me laugh that he left a note, even if it didn't say where he'd gone - so I just laid back and lounged. After a while I got up and showered but then all I did was lay around again. I didn't feel like leaving.
Around close to five o'clock I blinked away from the I Love the 90s marathon on TV and looked around. The light out the window made it seem like it was later in the day and it made me realize that I still had no clue where David was. I'd found his cell phone on the night table earlier so I didn't have any way of knowing where he'd gone. About to start worrying, it turned out I didn't have to when the doorknob jiggled. I turned my head and saw David step into the room and quietly close the door behind him. He turned around and jumped back into the door after seeing me on the bed.
"Whoa, are you okay?" I sat up straighter, a little startled at his actions.
David nodded and shook his head. "I didn't think I'd see you here, that's all."
I shook my head and scoffed. "I've been staying here with you for the past week. Where else would I be?"
"I don't know," he shrugged and swung around a bag that he held in his hand as he locked the door and walked into the room. "Maybe I guess I thought you'd go out or something."
"No," I shook my head as he sat on the bed next to me and tucked his legs under himself; "today was a lazy day. I just stayed in."
He nodded his head and glanced over at the television and brought his hand to his face and began to bite on his thumb. That was also a new habit I'd noticed him developing.
"Where'd you run off to today, anyhow?" I asked after a moment's silence. Really, I know there can be silences you spend with friends and some more-than-friends and it'll be completely comfortable and warm-feeling, but this was most definitely not one of those silences. It wasn't scary or awkward either, it was just so solemn it was the kind of a silence in which you would normally be thinking and although I'm sure that's what David had been doing, I felt the need to break it since I had nothing really to think about.
"I was at the hospital," he said with a slight head nod as he brought his hand away from his mouth. "You know, just sitting in." I nodded my head and placed my hand on his arm. "I brought you something," he piped up with a half-smile and flopped the bag he'd carried in onto my lap. "I was standing in the hospital gift shop and thought you'd get a kick out of it."
I laughed and picked up the bag, sticking my hand in and pulling out a small koala plush doll. I smiled and shook my head. "This made you think of me? God, David, you can be suck a dork."
He scoffed, "Fine, see if I randomly bring you things anymore."
"I'm sorry," I ruffled his hair and smiled. "It is a very nice koala. I love it. Thank you."
"You're welcome," he stated proudly and grinned, resting his head against my shoulder. As I looked at the koala another silence started to occur. I didn't want another blank space of time where I wouldn't know what to think about or what to say or do so I tossed the koala in my hand once and as he sat up, I looked at him and smiled.
"So, how's she doing then?" Probably not the best question but it was something. And the first thing that came to my head. I never did claim to be smart.
David merely shook his head and shrugged a shoulder. "She hasn't changed. Still asleep." I nodded and rubbed his back lightly, trying to think of something else to say. All I really want to tell him is that I still think he should go to the cops about this but I don't want to do it while he's upset. Or while he seems fine; I don't want to make him upset. I draw a blank in my mind and can be nothing less than grateful that he speaks up before I can think of anything remotely mood- or spirit-killing. "I talk to her a lot during the day though. Just random stuff, you know. Like how her nurse has gotten fatter over the last week and how the Phillies are doing."
I smiled and chuckled a little. "Tell her what you've been up to or just the round-abouts of your new residence, courtesy of your father?"
He shook his head. "I tell her that things have been a little different for the past few days but I said I've been with you a lot so things aren't all too bad."
"Right, because if you weren't spending every waking hour with me it would seem a bit odd," I smiled. He nodded to agree and scratched the back of his head.
"I uh... I found out John's been there today," he said quietly.
My head shot up and I was rewarded from the movement by my hair poking me in the eye. I blinked and looked at him as he stared down at the bed, speaking with a panic. "What?"
"No, well, he wasn't there today, but today I found out that he's been there."
"Why's he - I mean, do you know why-what he's been doing there?" Okay, stupid question. How is it I can stumble over a question and still get it completely wrong? It shouldn't be so hard to think of what John, David's mother's fiancé, would be doing visiting her at the hospital.
"No," he shrugged. "I just saw some of his things on a table by her bed and asked the nurse." He looked up at me with an expressionless face. "She says he came in last Tuesday and Friday. Maybe some other times when she wasn't there." He shook his head. "I don't see why he'd go."
"Well, I guess that it means he's been worried." He scoffed as my hand moved down his arm and held onto his wrist. "Maybe he's had a change of heart or something?"
David snapped his head up and looked at me blankly. "I'll doubt that," he said and exhaled loudly, laying down on his back. I crawled over him and leaned on my elbow.
"Maybe he has though!" I tried to explain. "What if he's actually worried sick and wracking his brain thinking of where you are? What if this was like one of those life-changing experiences where... he loved her so much that - that he had one of those epiphanies and realized that he loved her so much that what he was doing to her son was wrong and he feels terrible and he knows he'll never do it again and-"
David sat up quickly and glared at me. "That's impossible," he spat. "He didn't love her. I love her, you love her, my father loved her but that bastard, that - that asshole - there is no way he ever loved my mother!" I backed away, taken by his outburst. David's fist lifted to his forehead and he shook his head, inhaling deeply.
I lifted my hand to his back and hesitantly stroked lightly. When his erratic breathing had subsided and his ears lost their red tint I leaned closer, thinking of what to say. A few choice thoughts crossed my mind but I thought better and decided not to bring them up, instead going with the suggestion which would be the least cause for an argument.
"I'm sorry, David," I murmured scratched the back of his neck. "I didn't mean anything by it, I just-"
"I know what you were going for," he sighed and picked his head up, looking at me. "It's just..." he shook his head. "I don't believe he could have done all this if he really did love her. Maybe, maybe he cared about her but... caring is not love. Or at least, there's different kinds of loving and caring and sometimes they work together and sometimes they don't and..."
I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. "And you don't think his kind of caring included love."
He shook his head, "No, I don't. I really don't."
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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: Disclaimer: I do not own David and Sebastien. All other characters are mine unless otherwise noted.
A/n: Took me long enough, yeah?
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BOFBAB :: 09
I've heard the phrase "You never know someone until you've walked a mile in their shoes" plenty of times before, especially during after-school specials. I've also heard that one expression that says "You'll never know someone until you've lived with them." Well now, I have to think about those.
Let's see. I've never worn David's shoes for more than a few minutes when we've been kidding around with each other. His shoes don't fit me so I know I can never say I've walked a mile in them. So I guess I can't say that's how I know him so well. As for the one about living together, well, that's gone on for about a week now, I suppose. We share an apartment, after all. So, what have I gathered from that? Over the past week I've observed that David kicks sheets everywhere while he sleeps, he always takes off his shoes and leaves the right one sitting lined up on the left side of the other, and that no matter what he will always end up on the left side of the bed, laying on his back with his hand on his stomach and his pinky sticking under his shirt when he wakes up.
Aside from the thing with his always ending on the left side of the bed and his finger under his shirt, I haven't actually noticed anything I hadn't already known. I guess whomever came up with those sayings never had a real friend. I knew about all those things just because I've noticed them over the past few years; not much he does seems to shock me. Well, not a lot of things.
This morning was a little different, seeing as how I woke up and he wasn't in the room. Well, not morning. I guess it was round eleven-thirty that I woke up and looked around the room only to see that David had gone out. He actually left a note that said he wouldn't be back for a while - it actually made me laugh that he left a note, even if it didn't say where he'd gone - so I just laid back and lounged. After a while I got up and showered but then all I did was lay around again. I didn't feel like leaving.
Around close to five o'clock I blinked away from the I Love the 90s marathon on TV and looked around. The light out the window made it seem like it was later in the day and it made me realize that I still had no clue where David was. I'd found his cell phone on the night table earlier so I didn't have any way of knowing where he'd gone. About to start worrying, it turned out I didn't have to when the doorknob jiggled. I turned my head and saw David step into the room and quietly close the door behind him. He turned around and jumped back into the door after seeing me on the bed.
"Whoa, are you okay?" I sat up straighter, a little startled at his actions.
David nodded and shook his head. "I didn't think I'd see you here, that's all."
I shook my head and scoffed. "I've been staying here with you for the past week. Where else would I be?"
"I don't know," he shrugged and swung around a bag that he held in his hand as he locked the door and walked into the room. "Maybe I guess I thought you'd go out or something."
"No," I shook my head as he sat on the bed next to me and tucked his legs under himself; "today was a lazy day. I just stayed in."
He nodded his head and glanced over at the television and brought his hand to his face and began to bite on his thumb. That was also a new habit I'd noticed him developing.
"Where'd you run off to today, anyhow?" I asked after a moment's silence. Really, I know there can be silences you spend with friends and some more-than-friends and it'll be completely comfortable and warm-feeling, but this was most definitely not one of those silences. It wasn't scary or awkward either, it was just so solemn it was the kind of a silence in which you would normally be thinking and although I'm sure that's what David had been doing, I felt the need to break it since I had nothing really to think about.
"I was at the hospital," he said with a slight head nod as he brought his hand away from his mouth. "You know, just sitting in." I nodded my head and placed my hand on his arm. "I brought you something," he piped up with a half-smile and flopped the bag he'd carried in onto my lap. "I was standing in the hospital gift shop and thought you'd get a kick out of it."
I laughed and picked up the bag, sticking my hand in and pulling out a small koala plush doll. I smiled and shook my head. "This made you think of me? God, David, you can be suck a dork."
He scoffed, "Fine, see if I randomly bring you things anymore."
"I'm sorry," I ruffled his hair and smiled. "It is a very nice koala. I love it. Thank you."
"You're welcome," he stated proudly and grinned, resting his head against my shoulder. As I looked at the koala another silence started to occur. I didn't want another blank space of time where I wouldn't know what to think about or what to say or do so I tossed the koala in my hand once and as he sat up, I looked at him and smiled.
"So, how's she doing then?" Probably not the best question but it was something. And the first thing that came to my head. I never did claim to be smart.
David merely shook his head and shrugged a shoulder. "She hasn't changed. Still asleep." I nodded and rubbed his back lightly, trying to think of something else to say. All I really want to tell him is that I still think he should go to the cops about this but I don't want to do it while he's upset. Or while he seems fine; I don't want to make him upset. I draw a blank in my mind and can be nothing less than grateful that he speaks up before I can think of anything remotely mood- or spirit-killing. "I talk to her a lot during the day though. Just random stuff, you know. Like how her nurse has gotten fatter over the last week and how the Phillies are doing."
I smiled and chuckled a little. "Tell her what you've been up to or just the round-abouts of your new residence, courtesy of your father?"
He shook his head. "I tell her that things have been a little different for the past few days but I said I've been with you a lot so things aren't all too bad."
"Right, because if you weren't spending every waking hour with me it would seem a bit odd," I smiled. He nodded to agree and scratched the back of his head.
"I uh... I found out John's been there today," he said quietly.
My head shot up and I was rewarded from the movement by my hair poking me in the eye. I blinked and looked at him as he stared down at the bed, speaking with a panic. "What?"
"No, well, he wasn't there today, but today I found out that he's been there."
"Why's he - I mean, do you know why-what he's been doing there?" Okay, stupid question. How is it I can stumble over a question and still get it completely wrong? It shouldn't be so hard to think of what John, David's mother's fiancé, would be doing visiting her at the hospital.
"No," he shrugged. "I just saw some of his things on a table by her bed and asked the nurse." He looked up at me with an expressionless face. "She says he came in last Tuesday and Friday. Maybe some other times when she wasn't there." He shook his head. "I don't see why he'd go."
"Well, I guess that it means he's been worried." He scoffed as my hand moved down his arm and held onto his wrist. "Maybe he's had a change of heart or something?"
David snapped his head up and looked at me blankly. "I'll doubt that," he said and exhaled loudly, laying down on his back. I crawled over him and leaned on my elbow.
"Maybe he has though!" I tried to explain. "What if he's actually worried sick and wracking his brain thinking of where you are? What if this was like one of those life-changing experiences where... he loved her so much that - that he had one of those epiphanies and realized that he loved her so much that what he was doing to her son was wrong and he feels terrible and he knows he'll never do it again and-"
David sat up quickly and glared at me. "That's impossible," he spat. "He didn't love her. I love her, you love her, my father loved her but that bastard, that - that asshole - there is no way he ever loved my mother!" I backed away, taken by his outburst. David's fist lifted to his forehead and he shook his head, inhaling deeply.
I lifted my hand to his back and hesitantly stroked lightly. When his erratic breathing had subsided and his ears lost their red tint I leaned closer, thinking of what to say. A few choice thoughts crossed my mind but I thought better and decided not to bring them up, instead going with the suggestion which would be the least cause for an argument.
"I'm sorry, David," I murmured scratched the back of his neck. "I didn't mean anything by it, I just-"
"I know what you were going for," he sighed and picked his head up, looking at me. "It's just..." he shook his head. "I don't believe he could have done all this if he really did love her. Maybe, maybe he cared about her but... caring is not love. Or at least, there's different kinds of loving and caring and sometimes they work together and sometimes they don't and..."
I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. "And you don't think his kind of caring included love."
He shook his head, "No, I don't. I really don't."
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