Calm Before the Storm
Title: Calm Before the Storm
Pairing: Seb/Chuck (Simple Plan)
Author: Rockyhorror06
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Oh boy do I wish...
Note: Previous chapters available in my journal.
Cross posted.
Chapter 6
All the guys were even more suspicious now, because I stopped doing Pat's laundry and he gave me back my iPod. David still thought Pat was gay, despite his subtle hints that he was far from gay. David just thought it was all a cover up, you know, that Pat wasn't ready to "come out" yet so he made up excuses instead. Pat definitely didn't play his cards right on this one. I'm just worried that he'll crack and tell them that he's my cover, sort of. Well, I think I could tell the guys, but they'd get all weird on me then, you know, thinking that I was checking them out or something. Well, sorry Pierre and Jeff, but I'm too preoccupied with David and Chuck to worry about you guys. Why'd you have to go and make things to complicated, Lefebvre?
"Why do you lie around so much lately?" Pat asked as he stood over my bed, taping me with his camera.
"Because I want to have your babies, Patrick!" I screamed like a 14 year old girl as I flipped him off. He took the hint and put his camera down. “Yeah, you've pulled that too many times, Pat. The red light is on,” I said, pointing the offending light out. He grumbled something about needing a new tactic before he reluctantly shut the camera off.
“So, Mr. Lefevbre, why do you lie around so much lately?” he asked, pretending to be an interviewer, putting the imaginary microphone in front of me.
“Well, Mr. Langlois, it's because I've been doing a lot of thinking lately.”
“Thinking about what? About Mr.'s Desrosiers and Comeau?” he asked, putting the imaginary microphone in front of me again. I pushed his hand away.
“I guess you could say that,” I said with a shrug. “I just really have no clue what to do anymore, Pat. It's all so confusing and I don't want to do the wrong thing and screw everything up.”
“Well, if you end up having to leave the band, I'm pretty good at playing the bass,” he said holding out his hand and looking at his nails. Now if that isn't a gay thing then I don't know what is. I smacked his hand and he started laughing and shrugged. “Have to think of the worse scenario possible, Seb.”
“I don't want to think of that scenario though!” I shouted, getting upset. “I want to be able to tell all of them that I'm gay and have them be fine with it and us be able to continue our lives as the sucky band known as Simple Plan! I want to decide between Chuck and David and not be confused as hell. That's what I want, Pat! Is it so hard to want something that simple?” I sat up and looked at him. There was a long pause and I finally noticed he was looking over my shoulder. I turned around, dreading what he was looking at. I found Chuck standing in the doorway to the room, with a very surprised look on his face.
“I was just, uh, wondering if Pat-” he started.
“How much of that did you hear?” I blurted out before he could finish.
“Well, uh,”
“Just answer the question!” I screamed at him. He looked startled by my loudness.
“I heard all of it,” he said in a soft voice as he looked down.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “Why didn't you tell me he was there, Pat?” I screamed as I turned back towards Pat.
“Wait! How is this MY fault? You were the one who was screaming about being gay and your profound love for David and Chuck!” He screamed back at me. Well, if the other guys didn't know before, they know now thanks to Pat’s loud mouth.
“Shut up! Just shut up!”
“Shut up shut up shut up donut wanna hear it-” Pat started to sing mockingly. I took my pillow and heaved it at him before he could continue. I got up, pushed my way past Chuck, and stormed out of the room. ‘Great job, Lefebvre, no place to go now,’ my brain told me.
“Shut up,” I mumbled to myself as I wandered down the hall, coming to the door at the end, the only door that didn't lead to a room or a closet; the door to the attic. I promptly opened it, ascended the steps and shut the door after me. No one would find me up here, we only go up here for the Christmas ornaments and to stick all the junk we donut have room for anywhere else.
I climbed the final stairs and felt around for the light switch. I tripped over boxes doing so and a string of profanities exited my mouth. Finally, my fingers found the plastic knob, and pushed it up to allow light to enter the room. I looked around, boy was it a mess up here. I pushed some stuff aside and sat down on a chair that had made its way up here.
“What the hell is wrong with you lately, Lefebvre?” I asked myself. I let out a loud sigh and laid back in the chair, putting my feet up on a box in front of me. I lost my balance and the chair tipped over backwards, with me in it. When it hit the ground I heard a loud crack and felt the floor move below me. “Oh shit!” I said. Every little move I made, I heard another noise and the floor moved more.
“Help!” I screamed, hoping one of the guys would hear me. I screamed till I went hoarse. No one came to my rescue. I slowly tried to get up but that proved to be a bad idea. I heard another loud crack, and the floor beneath me gave way. I screamed as I fell until I came to an abrupt stop on the floor below.
“What the fuck are you-” Jeff asked as he barged into the room. “Oh my God, Seb!” He looked up at the huge hole in the ceiling, he let out a long low whistle. I let out a loud groan due to the pain searing traveling through my back and arm. I heard Jeff question what had happened right before everything went black.
Pairing: Seb/Chuck (Simple Plan)
Author: Rockyhorror06
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Oh boy do I wish...
Note: Previous chapters available in my journal.
Cross posted.
Chapter 6
All the guys were even more suspicious now, because I stopped doing Pat's laundry and he gave me back my iPod. David still thought Pat was gay, despite his subtle hints that he was far from gay. David just thought it was all a cover up, you know, that Pat wasn't ready to "come out" yet so he made up excuses instead. Pat definitely didn't play his cards right on this one. I'm just worried that he'll crack and tell them that he's my cover, sort of. Well, I think I could tell the guys, but they'd get all weird on me then, you know, thinking that I was checking them out or something. Well, sorry Pierre and Jeff, but I'm too preoccupied with David and Chuck to worry about you guys. Why'd you have to go and make things to complicated, Lefebvre?
"Why do you lie around so much lately?" Pat asked as he stood over my bed, taping me with his camera.
"Because I want to have your babies, Patrick!" I screamed like a 14 year old girl as I flipped him off. He took the hint and put his camera down. “Yeah, you've pulled that too many times, Pat. The red light is on,” I said, pointing the offending light out. He grumbled something about needing a new tactic before he reluctantly shut the camera off.
“So, Mr. Lefevbre, why do you lie around so much lately?” he asked, pretending to be an interviewer, putting the imaginary microphone in front of me.
“Well, Mr. Langlois, it's because I've been doing a lot of thinking lately.”
“Thinking about what? About Mr.'s Desrosiers and Comeau?” he asked, putting the imaginary microphone in front of me again. I pushed his hand away.
“I guess you could say that,” I said with a shrug. “I just really have no clue what to do anymore, Pat. It's all so confusing and I don't want to do the wrong thing and screw everything up.”
“Well, if you end up having to leave the band, I'm pretty good at playing the bass,” he said holding out his hand and looking at his nails. Now if that isn't a gay thing then I don't know what is. I smacked his hand and he started laughing and shrugged. “Have to think of the worse scenario possible, Seb.”
“I don't want to think of that scenario though!” I shouted, getting upset. “I want to be able to tell all of them that I'm gay and have them be fine with it and us be able to continue our lives as the sucky band known as Simple Plan! I want to decide between Chuck and David and not be confused as hell. That's what I want, Pat! Is it so hard to want something that simple?” I sat up and looked at him. There was a long pause and I finally noticed he was looking over my shoulder. I turned around, dreading what he was looking at. I found Chuck standing in the doorway to the room, with a very surprised look on his face.
“I was just, uh, wondering if Pat-” he started.
“How much of that did you hear?” I blurted out before he could finish.
“Well, uh,”
“Just answer the question!” I screamed at him. He looked startled by my loudness.
“I heard all of it,” he said in a soft voice as he looked down.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “Why didn't you tell me he was there, Pat?” I screamed as I turned back towards Pat.
“Wait! How is this MY fault? You were the one who was screaming about being gay and your profound love for David and Chuck!” He screamed back at me. Well, if the other guys didn't know before, they know now thanks to Pat’s loud mouth.
“Shut up! Just shut up!”
“Shut up shut up shut up donut wanna hear it-” Pat started to sing mockingly. I took my pillow and heaved it at him before he could continue. I got up, pushed my way past Chuck, and stormed out of the room. ‘Great job, Lefebvre, no place to go now,’ my brain told me.
“Shut up,” I mumbled to myself as I wandered down the hall, coming to the door at the end, the only door that didn't lead to a room or a closet; the door to the attic. I promptly opened it, ascended the steps and shut the door after me. No one would find me up here, we only go up here for the Christmas ornaments and to stick all the junk we donut have room for anywhere else.
I climbed the final stairs and felt around for the light switch. I tripped over boxes doing so and a string of profanities exited my mouth. Finally, my fingers found the plastic knob, and pushed it up to allow light to enter the room. I looked around, boy was it a mess up here. I pushed some stuff aside and sat down on a chair that had made its way up here.
“What the hell is wrong with you lately, Lefebvre?” I asked myself. I let out a loud sigh and laid back in the chair, putting my feet up on a box in front of me. I lost my balance and the chair tipped over backwards, with me in it. When it hit the ground I heard a loud crack and felt the floor move below me. “Oh shit!” I said. Every little move I made, I heard another noise and the floor moved more.
“Help!” I screamed, hoping one of the guys would hear me. I screamed till I went hoarse. No one came to my rescue. I slowly tried to get up but that proved to be a bad idea. I heard another loud crack, and the floor beneath me gave way. I screamed as I fell until I came to an abrupt stop on the floor below.
“What the fuck are you-” Jeff asked as he barged into the room. “Oh my God, Seb!” He looked up at the huge hole in the ceiling, he let out a long low whistle. I let out a loud groan due to the pain searing traveling through my back and arm. I heard Jeff question what had happened right before everything went black.