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When The Time Is Right

Sat, 02 Sep 2006 17:11:45 GMT

Title: When the time is right
Author: one_desperation Maddy_Kate
Pairing: Pierre/David
rating: G, Fluff
Chapters: standalone
Summary David just wants Pierre's love, but the time is never right
Disclaimer: This didn't happen that I know of, maybe.
Dedication: To Jeff Stinco. My future Husband ♥
A/n: Poem/prose form. I don't write this way always. just these last few have been inspired.

In the schoolyard

"Love me, Pierre. Please."
"No, David," I told him, "I can’t love you like that."
He went home heartbroken, crying piteous tears
That smudged his eyeliner and streaked his face

In the park

"Love me, Pierre. Please."
"No, David," I told him, "What would everyone think?"
His lip trembled for a moment, then he quickly disappeared
Into one of the forest-trails so I wouldn’t see him cry.

During band practice

"Love me, Pierre. Please."
"No, David," I told him, "Not now."
He sat down to patiently wait,
Smiling for the first time.

30 minutes later

"Love me, Pierre. Please."
"No, David," I told him, "Not today. Not for a long time."
He packed up his bass and left early,
So he could cry alone.

During Class

"Love me, Pierre. Please."
"No, David,” I told him, "When you’re 18."
He glanced up at the calendar on the wall,
And tears formed in his eyes at the distance

On his birthday

"Love me, Pierre. Please."
"No, David," I told him, "I want to make something of myself first"
He practiced for an hour that day, and I found him in his room that night,
Begging Patrick over the phone to help us get an interview, but even as he did so,
I saw a stray tear roll down his cheek.

After a huge concert

"Love me, Pierre. Please."
"No, David," I told him, "I’m tired and can’t think."
He nodded slowly, but a few minutes later,
Seb asked me if I knew why David was crying in the bathroom.

In the tourbus

"Love me, Pierre. Please."
"No, David," I told him, "The guys are around"
He went upstairs, and when I followed,
I heard quiet sobs coming from his bunk.

In a hotel on tour

"Love me, Pierre. Please."
"No, David," I told him, "We have to get some sleep for the show tomorrow"
He turned over in his bed and, though there was silence after that,
I knew he was crying himself to sleep, the sound muffled in his pillow.

Back home, by the lake

"Love me, Pierre. Please."
"No, David," I told him, "People jog around here and stuff."
He got up and walked away, his shoulders shaking.

In his and Jeff’s apartment

"Love me, Pierre. Please."
"No, David," I told him, "Jeff will be back soon, what if he walked in?"
He turned on Titanic so he’d have an excuse to cry so hard.

On a moonlit walk in the middle of nowhere

"Love me, Pierre. Please."
"Yes,” I wrapped my arms around him, "I’ll love you forever."
David cried tears of joy, and I was there to kiss them away.
And I always will be.
Because I love him.
Forever.

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 00:25:17 GMT

Title: Now or Never
Author: one_desperation Maddy_kate
Rating: G (beautiful fluff)
Pairing: Pierre/David
Summary: Pierre sees him for the first time on a street corner, and falls in love
Disclaimer: This is how it really happened (psyche! don’t believe a word)
Dedication: To the best P/D writers, you know who you are
A/N: Written in Pierre’s POV , in artistic form, This is my first post here, please comment/feedback =)

I first saw him
Standing on a street corner
Waiting for the light
He was skinny
But solidly built
As if it would be impossible to push him over
Unless you read him a poem
Handed him a rose
And kissed him
Then he would melt

His hair was dark
Like mine
It hung in sweeping bangs across his face
Like he was looking quietly at the world
But hiding, too
He was wearing a jacket, black
The name of my favorite band
Printed across the chest
The hood was up
Because he felt safer that way
Alone even on a busy street…

A ring shone in his lower lip
But only for a moment I saw it
Glinting in the light
As he pulled it into his mouth
A comfort to himself in his own way

He was beautiful
And I loved him
Even though I didn’t know him
Yet…

I stood dumbly staring at him
And in a swift movement
He was staring back
As he turned and spotted me
Feeling my eyes on him
Our gazes met
Our eyes locking
For a slight instant
Then he turned away, looking at the light
Thinking
About me
Yes, that sounds conceited
But it’s true
I could tell
By the way he rocked back and forth…
On the soles of his shoes
Leaning
And glancing at me
Through the curtain of hair that hung down the right side
Of his perfect face

The light remained unchanged
And he watched it
Patience in his stance
I no longer held my destination
I forgot everything but him

I knew
This was my chance
The chance that only comes
Once in a lifetime

My chance to see
This perfection of a person
Ever again

I crossed the street
And stood on the corner
Near to him
He pretended not to notice
But he was watching from behind his hair
Studying me

I turned to him
Now or never
I tried to keep cool
He was so close
I couldn’t speak
But I had to
The light would turn and he’d be gone
If I followed…
That would make me a stalker
Nobody wants to be a stalker
At least not me

now or never

I stepped closer
But not too close
I didn’t want to scare him off
“Hi” I managed, smiling at him
But keeping my distance
Because of course
I didn’t want to scare him off
He stepped back
Surprised
He had obviously been watching me
But this…was something new
“Hi” he whispered
His voice quiet
Nearly inaudible

We stood for a moment, looking at each other
Deciding if he’d talked to me
Or if I’d imagined it
Because, of course
That would be perfect ness in it’s self
He was clearly
Very shy
We stood in more silence
But not awkwardness

We were still drinking in each others images
The light finally changed
And we walked across
Together
We had talked
I was not stalking him

Standing on the other side
He made no move
To leave me
He shook the hair from his eyes
“I’m…David” he said softly
Surprising me
The bangs fell over his eyes again
“Pierre” I said
“Pierre…” he repeated in a comprehensive whisper
Then he looked up at me
Fitting my name
To my image
His light brown eyes
Met my darker ones
And time froze

Everything stopped
In a perfect moment made for us
A shy smile found its way across his face
And I smiled back

I knew this was the beginning
For us.

~ The End~
(Or beginning)

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