One Step At A Time [boyxboy]

Chapter 2

“Hey, wake up,” Pierre said softly, shaking David’s shoulder gently. David groaned and turned over on his bed, burying his face in his pillow, but not waking up. “Oh come own, wake up,” Pierre instructed, shaking David’s shoulders harder, but David didn’t even budge that time. “Would you fuckin’ wake up?” Pierre growled, smacking David roughly on the back of the head.

David’s head twitched and he sat up quickly, his blankets falling down his body to reveal scrawny, yet tanned chest, as he looked around his dark room with confusion. “Ow! What the fuck was that for?!” He yelled, throwing a hand to the back of his head.

“Ya weren’t wakin’ up!” Pierre reasoned, walking over to the other side of the room and flipping on the light.

David squinted quickly and threw his hands over his eyes. He sighed and slowly dropped his hands, looking over at Pierre with irritation through heavily squinted eyes. “So you had to hit me?!” David hissed in a whisper. 

“Whell, Ah tried shakin’ ya, but ya didn’t wake up!” Pierre continued to defend himself, his voice rising considerably. 

“You didn’t have to hit me, jackass!” David complained quietly. 

“Whut else was Ah s’pposed ta do?!” he asked, his voice now in a loud yell. 

“Would you shut your mouth?!” David growled, shaking his head at Pierre quickly. “It’s still dark outside! People are probably still sleeping, because they’re SANE!” 

“Dan’s up,” Pierre said with a raised eyebrow. 

“My point exactly,” David spat quietly.

“Whut’s wrong with Dan?” Pierre asked, crossing his big, tan, muscular arms over his chest. That pose of his had to be David’s favorite so far. 

David sighed and shook his head. “Nothing, never mind.” The two were silent for a moment, Pierre standing by awkwardly, and David now sitting with his legs crossed, and his lower half still covered with his blankets. “What time is it, anyway?” David asked, breaking the silence that had been so painfully deafening. 

“Mm, probably ‘round 4:30,” Pierre answered, dropping his arms back to his sides. 

David gaped at him. “You... woke me up... at four fucking thirty in the morning?!” David hissed quietly. 

“Yeah, why not?” 

David groaned and laid back on his bed, smacking his hands over his face. “I fucking hate you,” he growled, pulling his blankets back over his head. 

“Come own! Get up!” Pierre urged him, making his way quickly back to David’s bed and pulling the blankets off of him to reveal a boxer clad, teenage boy. 

David grunted and sat up again. “What the fuck are you waking me up this early for?!” he snapped. 

“Whut’s tha point’n sleepin’?! Ya waste half tha day that way!”

“Well maybe I like to sleep the fucking day away!” 

“You sure do say ‘fuck’ a laht,” Pierre pointed out, ignoring David’s actual comment. 

“Does that offend you or something?” David asked, scooting back on his bed and leaning against the headboard of his bed. 

Pierre laughed and shook his head slowly. “Nah, it don’t offend me... just sumthin’ ah noticed.” 

“Well, aren’t we observant?” David asked mockingly.

“Hey, Ah ain’t tha one’s cursin’ up a storm, now is Ah?”