Nothing To Lose -Pierre Bouvier- [15]

Okay, so I caved in a few days later. I couldn't go it alone anymore. Chuck would call me every day. Every other day David, Seb, Jeff, and Pat would join in the conversation when Pierre was out, but I needed someone there to tell me to my face that everything would get better.

So I called Brayden.

I was actually dressed today. In blue jeans and everything. Brayden came over to watch some tv with me as I sulked. We sat watching some entertainment news show, but what came up next was the music video for Simple Plan's 'Don't Wanna Think About You.'

"I remember when they wrote this song." My face broke out into a smile for the first time all week. "I loved watching Pierre write songs. He was always so into it, like he was in a trance. I'd just sit and watch him. It was so adorable."

Brayden looked over at me and listened intently.

"The look on his face when he figured out something that worked. He's the reason that I'm so into music. I would watch his songs go from just being an idea to a huge performance on stage. It was amazing, you know? I knew that for the rest of my life, music was going to be there no matter what."

"You really love him, don't you?"

When I looked into his eyes, I couldn't have lied if I tried. "More than anything else." I said in a whisper as a single tear rolled down my cheek.

"Even though we were only 'together' for about a week, I've loved him my whole life. I mean, he's been my best friend since kindergarten."

I sat there staring at my hands before speaking again. "How could I do this to him?"

My eyes were burning and I didn't even try to dry the quickly falling tears from off of my face.

Brayden took my hands in his and spoke softly. "You didn't do anything wrong, Amy."

"Yeah," I scoffed, "I only slept with one of his friends, and didn't tell him about it until several years later, after we start going out."

"You did the right thing. You told him. He's the one that ran away from it."

Back with the boys...

"David?" Pierre called from the back of the bus.

"Yeah?" he called back, surprised that he was actually talking to him.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

David froze in place. "Do you promise you won't kill me?"

"I'm not going to kill you. I hate jail. Besides, how would we find another bass player for the show tonight?"

"Good point."

David walked slowly and carefully back to where Pierre was sitting. He didn't dare sit down until he found out what Pierre's objective was.

Pierre stared at the ground while he talked. "How did it happen? Why didn't you ever tell me?"

David took a deep breath before explaining. "It happened one night that she was upset with Trent. At least that's how it started. She knew you'd go ballistic and get suspended for beating him to a bloody pulp, so she came to me. We made sure to keep it a secret because of two reasons. One, I was afraid you'd kill me. And two, she didn't want you to know because she thought you'd think she was a slut."

Pierre just shook his head. "She's not a slut she's my best friend."

"Look Pierre," David volunteered to talk again. "It happened. I'm still not completely sure why it did, but it did. I promised her I'd never tell you, but when the other guys started to find out a few weeks ago, we both knew it wouldn't be such a secret anymore."

"Do you love her?" This whole time, Pierre only looked at the wall and never directly at David.

"Yeah," he saw Pierre stiffen up, "but only as a friend. It was a fling. It was a comfort-friend thing. She loves you, Pierre." Without saying anything else, David got up and left the bus to take a walk outside.

Silently, Pierre walked over to his bunk and sat down, picking up a box of letters and other sentimental things. he slowly opened the box and picked up a picture of himself and Amy at the junior prom. Amy was wearing a black dress with a pink trim. Pierre would remember that night forever. It was the best night ever. They danced like idiots, went to McDonalds for dinner, and afterwards spent the night at his house, watching Star Wars.

It would have been great to do the same for Senior prom, but that's when she was going out with Trent. Pierre almost gagged at the thought of his name.

Joel came in and stood by the bunk.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Pierre asked softly.

"Yeah, she is."

"I really screwed things up, didn't I?"

"I'm not going to lie to you, man. You really did."

REST IN RESULTS!!!
seriously...you don't wanna miss this...
I couldnt go home. Nobody would be there anyways. I went to the only house that I could. It had to have been past midnight. When I got to his door I knocked loud enough so that he would hear it, but soft enough so that it wouldnt wake up his family. He always stayed up late.

When he opened the door he almost immediately took me in his arms. "Amy, whats wrong?"

"I think hes cheating on me."

He pulled away to look at my face, which was strangely calm. "Do you know for sure?"

"No." I silently shook my head and then sighed. "I just dont know anymore. We were so close, but not anymore."

"Did you break up with him, then?"

"No. I cant. I like him too much."

"Amy," he said very sternly, "you deserve better than him."

He just didnt understand that I usually am really happy in the relationship. "He's so sweet to me. I dont know why you guys are so against him. He's my boyfriend. Lets just drop it for tonight, alright? Please?"

After a lot of hesitation he finally agreed to drop the subject for the night, which I was extremely grateful for. I didn't want to talk about this anymore than I have to.

Suddenly his face lit up like he just got a great idea. "All-night movie marathon?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

I nodded and started laughing as he picked me up and tromped downstairs to the basement.

"Hmmm...what to watch..." I pondered out loud.

The movies we decided on were: Independence Day, The Goonies, Corpse Bride, and The Notebook (for me). During The Goonies, we were quoting almost every line. He got up to do the truffle shuffle with Chunk - my favorite part! And then theres another great part to recite:

"Thats my Moms most favorite piece!!!"

"You wouldnt be here if it wasnt."

I dozed off a few times during Corpse Bride, but he woke me up when starting The Notebook, just like I told him to do. The sun was already up, although we could hardly tell from the basement, and everyone in the house was still asleep. It was Saturday, after all.

We got all snuggled up on the couch. I was leaning on him with my arms wrapped around my waist. He had one of his arms around my shoulders.

I love this movie. Its one of the greatest love stories of all time. Nicholas Sparks is a GENIUS; him and Steve Madden both.

After the last scene I just started talking to myself. "That was SO romantic. Why cant guys be like that in real life?"

"Hey! I can be romantic...if I want to."

I just laughed at him pouting. "You wouldnt know romantic if it bit you in the butt."

"Whatever. Im not letting this go that easily though. Oh, you will hear from me again."

"Alright." I giggled.

I looked up at his face to see him staring down into my eyes. We were in the same position that we were in during the movie, only more slouched down now, so he was almost completely laying on his back with me on top of him.

When he leaned in closer, I opened my mouth to say something, but caught his lips instead. His lips were soft. His kisses were sweet and addictive like candy.

We pulled away for a couple seconds and sat up facing each other on the couch. As I stared into his eyes I saw the same thing I felt inside of myself.

The second times our lips collided it was much more forceful. He quickly found a way to slip his tongue in and at the same time he gently pushed me down to the couch so he could be hovering over me.

The best way I could describe his kisses is sugar and honey. They were the sweetest, but most dangerous things for me at the time. I knew this wasnt going to end soon. I didnt have any more resistance left in my body.

His lips traveled down my neck to my collarbone, lingered there for only a few seconds, and came back up to my eager lips.

I felt like I wasn't in control of my body anymore. I couldn't decide what was happening, but my mind and body were both taken over by some sort of hidden desire. We paused to breathe and I helped in taking off his shirt and throwing it to the side.

More kissing led to him slowly unbuttoning my shirt straight down the front. My arms were around his neck and one of his hands slipped under my undone shirt and held my side softly, but firmly. I slipped one of my hands over his. his touch was incredible. I'd never felt this way before. My blood was pumping faster and faster.

All the sudden, a tiny bit of awareness hit me. I pulled away and spoke softly. "What are we doing, David?"

Both of us panting, he replied quietly. "If you want to stop just tell me."

I stared into his eyes and couldn't say one word. Because the truth is, I didn't want to stop. I could have ended things right then and there, but I couldn't physically say 'no'.

A smile of understanding came over both of our faces as he came down again and covered my mouth with his.

And the rest is history.