Title: On Shuffle: Ten Drabbles [3/3]
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Pierre/David
Summary: Ten Situations, Two Men, One Love.
Chapter: This is a set of ten drabbles, the other parts are other pairings… so you know, no reading of them is necessary ^^
Disclaimer: *shakes head* Once again, nope.
A/N:'s post at slashatthedisco which was from a challenge given on satdcompanion. Yeah, complicated but moving on.

So basically, being my bandslash addicted self I did it three times ^^

The other two are:

Ten Frank/David’s
and
Ten Frank/Gerard’s



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1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

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1) Numb – Linkin Park

You’re always telling me what you want me to be; how to act, how to sing even how to play my fucking bass.

And fuck, the pressure kills me. But what’s worse is that everything I do, it’s never good enough.

I can’t even feel the pain of your words anymore.

All I want to do Pierre, is be more like me.

But you don’t want to lose control and god, doing that, you’re only killing who I was.

I don’t even act as crazy and happy as I used too.

It’s more then I can take.

All I want is to be myself.

And I know, being that might make me fail, but you did too, that’s why I’m the bass player.

And god Pierre, I can’t be like this anymore, I’m tired, so tired of this, of us.

Sick of being what you want me to be Pierre.

And if that means I have to leave to be free, I will.

~

2) Faith, Love and Happiness – Thousand Foot Krutch

“Come on, hang out with us!” Pierre said, smiling with all his friends.

“Fuck off,” I muttered before starting to walk away.

I felt someone – Pierre - grab my shoulder. “Dude, you’re a loner. We’re just trying to help you out here.”

I scoff. “You don’t know me so stopping thing you do. Besides, I don’t want what you have to give.”

Shrugging away from his hold, I walked down the hall vaguely listening to all the theories now being discussed and spread by all the students.

School was such a piece of shit.

I managed to turn the hall before Pierre caught up with me. “I’m trying to help you David.”

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Forget it Pierre, you stopped helping me when I kissed you in fourth grade and you ran away.”

This time when I walked away, he didn’t stop me.

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3) Forgotten – Linkin Park

I shouldn’t care about him, I really shouldn’t.

The rain’s beating down around the bus and he’s just sitting by the window, nursing his bandaged hand that he sliced open while cutting up his stupid bananas.

And he’s just wrapped in a blanket, waiting for the sun to rise.

I know that’s what he’s doing, because I remember it from when he last broke up with a boyfriend.

And ever since then, he’s never been his perfect self.

And I can’t escape the memory of him crying, wishing he hadn’t pushed his boyfriend away… wishing he hadn’t fallen in love with me.

With out warning or sound, he turned and looked at me; caught me.

“Pierre?” He asked, looking like he was seeing right through me.

Walking over to sit beside him, I wrapped him in my arms.

“I remember what last happened when we were like this,” I whispered.

He sniffled slightly but still snuggled into my arms. “Yeah.”

“This time,” I murmured, “I’ll hold you ‘till the sun rises.”

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4) Hands Held High – Linkin Park

“I want to say something,” I said into the microphone, my heart thumping loudly as I looked out over the crowd.

I know this could end badly, oh so fucking badly.

But I was going to stand up for this.

“These wars that are going on the middle east and even here, it’s fucking bullshit, stupid and it’s a piece of crap.”

The crowd screamed while the guys looked at me like I had just grown a second head.

“And there are people around that are shooting up drugs, and everyone’s fucking scared of everything. And people are clinging to things and throwing all their anger at people who don’t deserve it. And I don’t ever want anyone of you to be like that, you hear?”

The crowd screamed in agreement again.

I was about to continue when David, sweet, amazing David said, “You listen to Pierre, ‘cause he’s fucking right. So take a fucking stand, don’t be afraid to be who you are, and raise you’re fucking hands if you agree!”

Locking eyes, we both smiled as the crowd screamed more and did as David asked, rasing their hands.

Reaching out, I gripped his wrist and squeezed it.

Yeah, time to be truthful alright.

~

5) Quicken – Thousand Foot Krutch

“I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I’m sorry, so sorry… but, but things will be different, I promise, I promise Pierre, please.”

He frowned and locked at me, so many emotions passing through his eyes.

“I’m in your hands; just, just don’t let me break me anymore, please?”

Never would have thought I’d be here, begging the guy who first broke me to mend the pieces.

“David…” he started.

“It’ll be different,” I said, grabbing his shirt and holding tightly.

“I’m so alone, so fucking trapped here by myself,” dropping to my knees, I begged, my hands holding on to the denim of his jeans, “Please, please change me into who I was. I’ll follow you anywhere Pierre, please, just please set me free from this.”

Letting out a long shuddering breath he dropped down in front of me, and regardless of my chapped and bleeding lips, he kissed me.

~

6) Me Against The World – Simple Plan

I wrote this song about us.

He may not know that, but that’s where it had been aimed.

I know about his childhood, how horrid it was, and yeah, okay, so maybe he knows this was written as him against the world.

But god, he doesn’t know that a part of it fits with me too.

I wasn’t told I wouldn’t get anywhere, no, but they did think they knew me, and they don’t.

I’m in love with him after all, and that’s breaking quite of a lot of things that if they found out, they would happily shoot me down for.

They always insulted him for being gay after all.

But what would he say if he knew I was writing it for the both of us and not just him?

How I was trying so hard to make him see that I would be beside him, fighting everyone off to keep him safe.

God, I was a lost cause alright.

So in love with him, that I’d been reduced to this.

Still, he was so definitely worth it.

~

7) The Story – 30 Seconds To Mars

“I’ve been thinking a lot Pierre, of you, of me, the band… of everything,” David said quietly.

Lifting his head from where it had been lying on the hotel bed, Pierre asked, “Huh? What? Why?”

Letting out a small sigh, David answered, “I’m… I can’t be here anymore; apart of the band.”

Pierre quickly shot up and stood in front of the bassist, his face filled with fear and disbelief.

“What?”

David looked down at the ground.

“I need to find myself… I need to get away from everything,” looking up he continued, “From you.”

“W-Why?” Pierre choked out while reaching out and trying to grab David’s shirt and keep him there since David was already moving backwards.

“Because Pierre, this is the fucking story of my life. Staying somewhere I loved even though it was killing me ever second I was there.”

“Da-”

“No, I’m sorry but I’m just lying to all of us by staying here.”

Not giving him the chance to reply, David was gone, leaving Pierre’s heart to fall and break as it hit the ground.

~

8) Whisper – Evanescence

I stood looking down at the street below.

Everyone had looked up by now and was pointing at me, but no, no one was going to come up here and save me.

Not that I wanted them too.

Still, it was a little scary to look down, but it didn’t matter, it would be over soon as I could make myself move. As soon as I did though, I knew I’d be crying.

I was leaving him after all… but, but he didn’t want me, so the small pain now, it wouldn’t be as bad as that.

And look, there he was, with the others, looking up at me with fear.

Don’t look away Pierre, watch me.

Watch me as I jump.

Climb over the rail David, yeah, hold on and let the breeze brush your hair as you get ready to let go.

Huh, he’s calling my name, asking me not too… but it doesn’t matter, I still will.

So don’t turn away, Pierre, watch me.

I’m doing this for you, for the pain you’ve caused me.

And I’ll smile and lock eyes with him and murmur the words.

I hope he can read my lips.

He seems too though, after all we were both crying.

Still, I wasn’t finished yet and he knew it.

Tears still slipping free, I did as the voices said for me to do,

Letting go of the railing, I let myself fall, my troubles, my pain being left on the railing of the building behind me.

~

9) From A Mountain In The Middle Of The Cabins – Panic! At The Disco

“There are fucking feathers everywhere!” Pierre said, looking around the apartment in confusion.

David grinned sheepishly as he came out of the kitchen. “Um… I had a pillow fight with Seb.”

Pierre sighed while looking at the broken lamp and murdered pillows. “You’re lucky with have enough money to pay for all the replacements.”

Giggling as he bounced over to Pierre, David grabbed his hand before pulling him out of the apartment.

“Yep, and before you even think it about it we’re not cleaning it. You’re going tomorrow, so you’ll go then I’ll clean. So let’s go get some ice cream instead from the ice-cream truck, the one that always stops outside Mrs Green’s picket fence.”

Pierre laughed before kissing his boyfriend on the cheek.

Giggling, David started to whistle as he pulled Pierre along, their hands swinging between them as they walked.

~

I Constantly Thank God For Esteban – Panic At The Disco

Pierre Bouvier.

He was gorgeous and god, I want to just kiss me, but no, he was a fucking priest.

I even joined the choir to try and get closer to him, but no, he just wants to be friends… even though I swear those winks were fucking flirty.

And errgh, you know what, not tonight.

I was going to take a stand, and I was going to give him a show.

Smirking as I made my way into the empty choir room, I smiled as I found Pierre looking down at the music sheets at the piano.

Quietly making my way over to him, I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him up against the wall.

“Don’t you move,” I whispered before pressing my lips against his.

Much to my surprise, he kissed me back quickly.

Pulling back, I watched a smirk form on his face and instantly matched it.

“Lock the door and turn of the lights? These candles could be fucking sexy, Pierre,” I suggested while practically purring out his name.

He laughed breathlessly. “I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me.”

I grinned.

This was unsuspected… but hey, I so wasn’t going to complain.

~

A/N: Damn, what was with the fucking Linkin Park songs? Meh, still, anyway, I hoped you liked ^^