The Still Not Getting Any... Series
Title: The Still Not Getting Any... Series: Forget Your Problems
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: PG
Category: Angst, Fluff
Warning: Slash
Pairing: Chuck/Pie
Note: Say hello to the fucking long-overdue "Jump" Edition
Summary: [Standalone]
I don't wanna wake up, today.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys of Simple Plan.
I only suspect and wish that this is true.
-
Forget Your Problems
Chuck sat down on a sofa in one of the various studio rooms. For the past few days this particular room had been a more frequented visit for him and as it had been, the others were more likely to stay away. For that, he was thankful. The last thing he wanted at this point was anyone to come by.
Suddenly hit with a bout of inspiration, Chuck reached into the bag sitting near the sofa and pulled out his tattered lyric notebook. Opening up to the next clear writing place he saw, he grabbed a pen from the spiral of the notebook and held his hand to his mouth for a moment; then slowly, he began scribbling down a few words.
After about two hour's time had passed, Chuck glanced over at the clock on the wall and realized just how late it was. He gave a frustrated sigh, tossed the pen into the center of his open notebook and stood in his spot. The others were more than likely still awake and he didn't want to risk walking past them; speaking with them still wasn't a very high notion on his list. Shaking his head, Chuck opted to simply sleep in his present attire. He switched off the light on the table and flopped himself down onto the couch, sighing loudly and closing his eyes.
Pierre opened the door to the small lounge room and looked around at the visible space showing with the assistance of the hallway light. He didn't want to turn on the light in the room; the last thing Pierre needed was to anger Chuck more. He knew better than that. The light spilling into the room was kept from hitting Chuck by the opened door, this allowing Pierre to step in and get a full look of the room without disturbing the sleeping figure. He looked over the dozing being and gave a soft smile before spotting his boyfriend's open lyric book lying on the small table next to the sofa. He leaned over slowly, careful not to awaken his friend and looked at the open page. Pierre mouthed a few of the words to himself and blinked his view over to Chuck, then back to the book. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pen and walked into the hallway.
Not too much long after Pierre had taken the notebook out into the hall did Chuck find that he had a throbbing pain in his arm. Turning around, he found that the throbbing subsided into a light poke and with a groan, he blinked and found that he was looking upon the silhouette of his boyfriend; and he was repeatedly poking his arm.
"Pierre," Chuck groaned and rubbed his eye, noting to himself that he still had his contacts in, "I'm going to reconsider the whole 'another chance' thing if this Let's-Wake-Chuck-Up-At-Unholy-Hours-of-the-Morning doesn't cease."
Pierre chuckled and stroked his hand over Charles's shoulder, smiling as gently as he spoke. "I want to show you something."
Another groan. "Pierre," the name came out as a whine, "I'm tired and it's late. What the fuck is so important now that it can't wait until morning?"
"It's two o'clock," Pierre replied with a grin and sat Chuck into an upright position, watching as his boyfriend oh-so-cutely rubbed his eyes with a balled up fist; "it is morning."
Realizing that he probably had no choice in the matter, Chuck sighed loudly and stood when Pierre pulled him up to. With his eyes half-closed, the followed down the hall as Pierre held his hand and led him around the studio and, to Chuck's surprise, up to the roof.
Charles stepped out over the rooftop and rubbed his hands over his arms as the cool night air hit him. He darted his eyes into a glare toward Pierre as he struggled his way out onto the roof; he couldn't believe he'd allowed himself to be brought up in the middle of the night again. Pierre made his way over to where Chuck stood and he leaned over his shoulder from behind, lightly placing his fingertips over Charles' hips.
Chuck rolled his eyes and gave a quiet scoff as he took a step away from Pierre and turned to face him, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked up at his friend accusingly. "Pierre, I know that you did not bring us up here at two AM just so that we could fuck."
"Of course not," Pierre insisted honestly and tried desperately to hide the smirk he could feel pull at his lips. He knew quite well that if he were to smile or laugh he'd seem very unconvincing and the last thing he needed was to do something that would both distract his focus and make Chuck angry with him.
"Uh huh," Chuck nodded, clearly not believing him. "Then, Pierre," he gave a drawn-out sigh, "please explain to me exactly why we are up here at this fucking ungodly hour. You never do bring us up here without a reason."
Pierre smiled, shaking his head and mussing Charles's hair with his hand. He didn't say anything just yet, simply guided Chuck along the roof and over to the edge, giving them a nice view over the quiet neighborhood as he stood behind his boyfriend. Leaning forward again, Pierre rest his chin back onto Chuck's shoulder.
"Had a bad day?" He asked delicately.
Charles scoffed. "Actually, today went rather well up until the point where I realized it was terrible," he replied morosely.
Pierre couldn't help his laugh. "How'd you realize it was so bad?"
"Must I relive it?"
"Humor me."
He sighed, knowing quite well that Pierre wasn't about to cease his prodding. "Well, let's see. For starters, David was being annoying-or, more as the term Patrick and Sebastien have taken a liking to: a Moron-for much of the day." Pierre nodded. "Jeff and Bob were having a bit of a bout when I first got here; nothing big, of course, but still nothing to put a happy morale over anyone."
"Anything else?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. I couldn't find my lyric book when I first tried looking for it and, turns out, funnily enough, that it was in the first place I'd looked for it-which also happened to be the fifth place I looked, which is when I found it." Pierre chuckled. "Shut up, Bouvier. If you missed the recent rant that you asked for, I haven't had such a great day. It doesn't help that I woke up with a headache the size of all of Quebec this morning, either."
The hands around Chuck's hips tightened and Pierre smiled. "Feel better?"
Chuck nodded, "Yes, actually. I do feel a little better. Thank you." Pierre gave his boyfriend's cheek a light kiss. As he did this, Chuck sighed and tried to relax, however, something Pierre mentioned rang still in the back of his mind. "How'd you know I'd had a bad day? You didn't even get here until late."
"I found your book after you fell asleep," Pierre said with a smile and produced said lyric notebook after reaching behind his back. It was a bit of a cartoonish happening but Charles simply assumed Pierre'd had it tucked away in his pockets and chose not to think anymore of it. "Saw whatever it is you were working on and figured it might have had to do with today."
"You could say that," Chuck nodded and sighed. "Just, I don't know. After David ran by Sebastien and made him back up and knock the basket of fruit off of the kitchen counter, I figured maybe I ought to turn in before I yelled at someone."
Pierre nodded, "And you wrote this."
"Therapeutic venting."
"You, are a very pissed off person, Chuck," Pierre joked and smiled at Chuck's own laugh. "Seriously, I don't know how more people don't see it."
With a soft smile, Chuck leaned his head back and laughed lightly. "I'm sure it's something that shows only to those who know me so well."
Pierre turned his head to kiss his neck. "And, being that I know you so well, I also happen to know that you're not through with this song."
"What gave you that clue?" Chuck asked with a scoff. "The fact that it's only got, like, one verse?"
"Nonsense." Pierre shook his head and opened the notebook to the page still held open by his pen. Chuck yawned and rubbed his eyes before folding his arms over his chest and looking onto the pages illuminated by the nearby streetlights. Upon looking at the open page he'd written on, Chuck was a bit shocked to find that whatever small bit he'd written before turning in for the night had been altered by another pen.
The words Charles had scribbled tiredly onto the paper just hours before now had lines through them and extra words crammed into the various spaces on lines that would allow for alteration. Extra lines had been added in and some were even rewritten. It appears Pierre figured he knew where Chuck was headed with this. Chuck sighed and read over some of the words, a few lines, and smiled quietly.
"'I want to break free'?" He read aloud.
"Ending at 'this place' made it choppy with the 'frustrated' line," Pierre gave a kiss to his cheek. "I liked it; just made it longer."
Nodding, Chuck sighed and looked ahead of himself, at the skyline he saw from his place on the roof. He bit his lip thoughtfully and patted the breast and pockets of his hoodie, seemingly searching for something.
Pierre chuckled, again, figuring he knew what it was that Chuck wanted. "My back pocket."
He slipped a hand around to Pierre's back pocket and easily pulled out the pen that had scrawled over his own writing. He jotted a few words down before leaning back and sliding the pen back into Pierre's pocket.
Pierre peeked over Charles's shoulder to see the notebook, causing the both of them to lean. He chortled and shook his head. "Make that a very disturbed person."
"Therapeutic venting."
"But 'jump'?" Chuck couldn't help his own laughter and he shook his head as Pierre kissed him. "You're crazy. C'mon. Let's go in."
"Yeah, yeah," he turned and walked back toward their entrance to the building. "We're still not fucking though."
-
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: PG
Category: Angst, Fluff
Warning: Slash
Pairing: Chuck/Pie
Note: Say hello to the fucking long-overdue "Jump" Edition
Summary: [Standalone]
I don't wanna wake up, today.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys of Simple Plan.
I only suspect and wish that this is true.
-
Forget Your Problems
Chuck sat down on a sofa in one of the various studio rooms. For the past few days this particular room had been a more frequented visit for him and as it had been, the others were more likely to stay away. For that, he was thankful. The last thing he wanted at this point was anyone to come by.
Suddenly hit with a bout of inspiration, Chuck reached into the bag sitting near the sofa and pulled out his tattered lyric notebook. Opening up to the next clear writing place he saw, he grabbed a pen from the spiral of the notebook and held his hand to his mouth for a moment; then slowly, he began scribbling down a few words.
After about two hour's time had passed, Chuck glanced over at the clock on the wall and realized just how late it was. He gave a frustrated sigh, tossed the pen into the center of his open notebook and stood in his spot. The others were more than likely still awake and he didn't want to risk walking past them; speaking with them still wasn't a very high notion on his list. Shaking his head, Chuck opted to simply sleep in his present attire. He switched off the light on the table and flopped himself down onto the couch, sighing loudly and closing his eyes.
Pierre opened the door to the small lounge room and looked around at the visible space showing with the assistance of the hallway light. He didn't want to turn on the light in the room; the last thing Pierre needed was to anger Chuck more. He knew better than that. The light spilling into the room was kept from hitting Chuck by the opened door, this allowing Pierre to step in and get a full look of the room without disturbing the sleeping figure. He looked over the dozing being and gave a soft smile before spotting his boyfriend's open lyric book lying on the small table next to the sofa. He leaned over slowly, careful not to awaken his friend and looked at the open page. Pierre mouthed a few of the words to himself and blinked his view over to Chuck, then back to the book. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pen and walked into the hallway.
Not too much long after Pierre had taken the notebook out into the hall did Chuck find that he had a throbbing pain in his arm. Turning around, he found that the throbbing subsided into a light poke and with a groan, he blinked and found that he was looking upon the silhouette of his boyfriend; and he was repeatedly poking his arm.
"Pierre," Chuck groaned and rubbed his eye, noting to himself that he still had his contacts in, "I'm going to reconsider the whole 'another chance' thing if this Let's-Wake-Chuck-Up-At-Unholy-Hours-of-the-Morning doesn't cease."
Pierre chuckled and stroked his hand over Charles's shoulder, smiling as gently as he spoke. "I want to show you something."
Another groan. "Pierre," the name came out as a whine, "I'm tired and it's late. What the fuck is so important now that it can't wait until morning?"
"It's two o'clock," Pierre replied with a grin and sat Chuck into an upright position, watching as his boyfriend oh-so-cutely rubbed his eyes with a balled up fist; "it is morning."
Realizing that he probably had no choice in the matter, Chuck sighed loudly and stood when Pierre pulled him up to. With his eyes half-closed, the followed down the hall as Pierre held his hand and led him around the studio and, to Chuck's surprise, up to the roof.
Charles stepped out over the rooftop and rubbed his hands over his arms as the cool night air hit him. He darted his eyes into a glare toward Pierre as he struggled his way out onto the roof; he couldn't believe he'd allowed himself to be brought up in the middle of the night again. Pierre made his way over to where Chuck stood and he leaned over his shoulder from behind, lightly placing his fingertips over Charles' hips.
Chuck rolled his eyes and gave a quiet scoff as he took a step away from Pierre and turned to face him, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked up at his friend accusingly. "Pierre, I know that you did not bring us up here at two AM just so that we could fuck."
"Of course not," Pierre insisted honestly and tried desperately to hide the smirk he could feel pull at his lips. He knew quite well that if he were to smile or laugh he'd seem very unconvincing and the last thing he needed was to do something that would both distract his focus and make Chuck angry with him.
"Uh huh," Chuck nodded, clearly not believing him. "Then, Pierre," he gave a drawn-out sigh, "please explain to me exactly why we are up here at this fucking ungodly hour. You never do bring us up here without a reason."
Pierre smiled, shaking his head and mussing Charles's hair with his hand. He didn't say anything just yet, simply guided Chuck along the roof and over to the edge, giving them a nice view over the quiet neighborhood as he stood behind his boyfriend. Leaning forward again, Pierre rest his chin back onto Chuck's shoulder.
"Had a bad day?" He asked delicately.
Charles scoffed. "Actually, today went rather well up until the point where I realized it was terrible," he replied morosely.
Pierre couldn't help his laugh. "How'd you realize it was so bad?"
"Must I relive it?"
"Humor me."
He sighed, knowing quite well that Pierre wasn't about to cease his prodding. "Well, let's see. For starters, David was being annoying-or, more as the term Patrick and Sebastien have taken a liking to: a Moron-for much of the day." Pierre nodded. "Jeff and Bob were having a bit of a bout when I first got here; nothing big, of course, but still nothing to put a happy morale over anyone."
"Anything else?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. I couldn't find my lyric book when I first tried looking for it and, turns out, funnily enough, that it was in the first place I'd looked for it-which also happened to be the fifth place I looked, which is when I found it." Pierre chuckled. "Shut up, Bouvier. If you missed the recent rant that you asked for, I haven't had such a great day. It doesn't help that I woke up with a headache the size of all of Quebec this morning, either."
The hands around Chuck's hips tightened and Pierre smiled. "Feel better?"
Chuck nodded, "Yes, actually. I do feel a little better. Thank you." Pierre gave his boyfriend's cheek a light kiss. As he did this, Chuck sighed and tried to relax, however, something Pierre mentioned rang still in the back of his mind. "How'd you know I'd had a bad day? You didn't even get here until late."
"I found your book after you fell asleep," Pierre said with a smile and produced said lyric notebook after reaching behind his back. It was a bit of a cartoonish happening but Charles simply assumed Pierre'd had it tucked away in his pockets and chose not to think anymore of it. "Saw whatever it is you were working on and figured it might have had to do with today."
"You could say that," Chuck nodded and sighed. "Just, I don't know. After David ran by Sebastien and made him back up and knock the basket of fruit off of the kitchen counter, I figured maybe I ought to turn in before I yelled at someone."
Pierre nodded, "And you wrote this."
"Therapeutic venting."
"You, are a very pissed off person, Chuck," Pierre joked and smiled at Chuck's own laugh. "Seriously, I don't know how more people don't see it."
With a soft smile, Chuck leaned his head back and laughed lightly. "I'm sure it's something that shows only to those who know me so well."
Pierre turned his head to kiss his neck. "And, being that I know you so well, I also happen to know that you're not through with this song."
"What gave you that clue?" Chuck asked with a scoff. "The fact that it's only got, like, one verse?"
"Nonsense." Pierre shook his head and opened the notebook to the page still held open by his pen. Chuck yawned and rubbed his eyes before folding his arms over his chest and looking onto the pages illuminated by the nearby streetlights. Upon looking at the open page he'd written on, Chuck was a bit shocked to find that whatever small bit he'd written before turning in for the night had been altered by another pen.
The words Charles had scribbled tiredly onto the paper just hours before now had lines through them and extra words crammed into the various spaces on lines that would allow for alteration. Extra lines had been added in and some were even rewritten. It appears Pierre figured he knew where Chuck was headed with this. Chuck sighed and read over some of the words, a few lines, and smiled quietly.
"'I want to break free'?" He read aloud.
"Ending at 'this place' made it choppy with the 'frustrated' line," Pierre gave a kiss to his cheek. "I liked it; just made it longer."
Nodding, Chuck sighed and looked ahead of himself, at the skyline he saw from his place on the roof. He bit his lip thoughtfully and patted the breast and pockets of his hoodie, seemingly searching for something.
Pierre chuckled, again, figuring he knew what it was that Chuck wanted. "My back pocket."
He slipped a hand around to Pierre's back pocket and easily pulled out the pen that had scrawled over his own writing. He jotted a few words down before leaning back and sliding the pen back into Pierre's pocket.
Pierre peeked over Charles's shoulder to see the notebook, causing the both of them to lean. He chortled and shook his head. "Make that a very disturbed person."
"Therapeutic venting."
"But 'jump'?" Chuck couldn't help his own laughter and he shook his head as Pierre kissed him. "You're crazy. C'mon. Let's go in."
"Yeah, yeah," he turned and walked back toward their entrance to the building. "We're still not fucking though."
-