But You Still Have All Of Me - Pierre/David - Ficlet.
Title: But You Still Have All Of Me.
Originally posted: March 30th, 2009.
Author: littleladypunk
Pairing: Pierre/David
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction, never happened in real life. All men belong to themselves and their respective wives. Title taken from Evanescence's song "My Immortal".
A/N: Just a little ficlet I wrote today between the classes. It hasn't been beta-ed, I hope I didn't make any mistakes ^^
I’m almost asleep, when I hear few quiet steps and rustling of the curtain. Cracking my eye open I see David’s head poking inside my bunk.
“David?”
“Sorry, Pierre, did I wake you up?”
“No,” I half lied. “Something happened?”
David shrugged. “I can’t sleep.”
I sigh and move over. “Jump in.”
He complies quickly, climbing up and drawing curtain behind him. I wait until he lies down comfortably and ask, my voice full of concern.
“Still thinking about her?”
He looks at me and nods. “Yeah.”
It is dark and can’t see his eyes but judging from tone of his voice I know he still didn’t get over it.
I feel my fists clenching unconsciously when I think about Ashley. She has been David’s girlfriend for two years. Apparently it was too long for her and eventually she became bored with him. Three weeks ago she fucking texted David, telling him there’s nothing between them anymore and that she is breaking up with him. He tried to call her, make her explain everything but she cancelled his calls. The whole thing hit him hard and no wonder. If I were him, I’d probably react similarly. He stopped moping visibly after first week, but still no one can say he is in high spirits. He sleeps badly and smiles rarely. Most of his free time he spends alone, staring at one spot or listening to his iPod. I can’t stand when David is in such a state, and even more I can’t stand me being unable to help him. If only I could meet Ashley once again...
David’s voice breaks me off from my thoughts.
“I know it’s stupid, I should just get over it and move on, but...”
“It’s not stupid,” I tell him, staring at his silhouette. “You’re going through pretty hard time now and I understand it. You know, nothing wrong with being sad now and then.”
Shadows on his face move and I can say he smiled at me a little. I wish I could see if it reached his eyes.
“Thanks, Pierre. For being such a good friend. My best.”
“You welcome.” I smile back at him and he snuggles closer, resting his head in the crook of my neck. Almost out of habit my arms wrap around him and I start stroking his hair softly, his breath gradually becoming even.
“Sleep now, David,” I whisper.
I will be here tomorrow when you wake up.
Originally posted: March 30th, 2009.
Author: littleladypunk
Pairing: Pierre/David
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction, never happened in real life. All men belong to themselves and their respective wives. Title taken from Evanescence's song "My Immortal".
A/N: Just a little ficlet I wrote today between the classes. It hasn't been beta-ed, I hope I didn't make any mistakes ^^
I’m almost asleep, when I hear few quiet steps and rustling of the curtain. Cracking my eye open I see David’s head poking inside my bunk.
“David?”
“Sorry, Pierre, did I wake you up?”
“No,” I half lied. “Something happened?”
David shrugged. “I can’t sleep.”
I sigh and move over. “Jump in.”
He complies quickly, climbing up and drawing curtain behind him. I wait until he lies down comfortably and ask, my voice full of concern.
“Still thinking about her?”
He looks at me and nods. “Yeah.”
It is dark and can’t see his eyes but judging from tone of his voice I know he still didn’t get over it.
I feel my fists clenching unconsciously when I think about Ashley. She has been David’s girlfriend for two years. Apparently it was too long for her and eventually she became bored with him. Three weeks ago she fucking texted David, telling him there’s nothing between them anymore and that she is breaking up with him. He tried to call her, make her explain everything but she cancelled his calls. The whole thing hit him hard and no wonder. If I were him, I’d probably react similarly. He stopped moping visibly after first week, but still no one can say he is in high spirits. He sleeps badly and smiles rarely. Most of his free time he spends alone, staring at one spot or listening to his iPod. I can’t stand when David is in such a state, and even more I can’t stand me being unable to help him. If only I could meet Ashley once again...
David’s voice breaks me off from my thoughts.
“I know it’s stupid, I should just get over it and move on, but...”
“It’s not stupid,” I tell him, staring at his silhouette. “You’re going through pretty hard time now and I understand it. You know, nothing wrong with being sad now and then.”
Shadows on his face move and I can say he smiled at me a little. I wish I could see if it reached his eyes.
“Thanks, Pierre. For being such a good friend. My best.”
“You welcome.” I smile back at him and he snuggles closer, resting his head in the crook of my neck. Almost out of habit my arms wrap around him and I start stroking his hair softly, his breath gradually becoming even.
“Sleep now, David,” I whisper.
I will be here tomorrow when you wake up.