One Step At A Time [boyxboy]

Chapter 6

Pierre and David walked slowly together into the same holding cell [the ONLY holding cell], walking to separate sides of the cell and sitting on their own benches. The cell door slammed closed, at which Pierre flinched very noticeably. He looked over to Sheriff Andy, who was staring at him with a very disapproving look. “Ah’m gonna call yer parents and we’ll see from there.”

“Oh... mah parents ain’t in town no more...” Pierre said quietly, folding his hands in his lap and sulking his head into his shoulders. “They’re up in Little Rock for the week...” 

“Is there a number ah can call tuh get a hold of ‘em?”

Pierre shook his head slowly. “No... sorreh... but ah’s stayin’ with David and his fam’ly...” 

The sheriff sighed and nodded his head. “Alraht... Since ah’m callin’ them anyhah..” 

Pierre looked over at David, who was staring at seemingly nothing, with the meanest face Pierre had probably ever seen. “David?” he asked quietly.

David’s eyes flickered over to Pierre’s. “What?” he asked, his voice low and harsh. 

Pierre stared at him for a minute, trying to see past the anger, but not being able to. “Why the hell’d ya have tuh get in a faiht?!” Pierre hissed.

“You saw! I tried to walk away!” 

“Ya still could’a walked away frum it! Ya didn’t HAVE tuh slap ‘im! Or push ‘im! Or punch ‘im! Or KICK ‘im!”

“And let him get away with what he’d said?! Let him go on believing what he was saying was right?!” 

“Hey! You two keep it down in there!” The sheriff yelled, throwing the closest thing he could find – a banana – at the cell door. 

Pierre flinched away from it again, but David just shook his head and pulled his knees up to his chest. “What–thefuck–ever,” he grumbled, before placing his head in his knees. 

Pierre was silent for another moment, just staring at David. He looked so small; the way he was curled up. Slowly and quietly, he stood and walked over to David, standing before him for a moment, before sitting. “Are ya okay?” He asked quietly, resting his chin softly on David’s shoulder. 

David lifted his face from his knees but instead rested his cheek against them. The proximity of his and Pierre’s body should have made him nervous, but it was strangely calming to him. He took a deep breath, but didn’t say a word; just kept that serious demeanor about himself. 

“David?” Pierre whispered, moving just a little bit closer. 

Pierre’s breath felt warm against the sensitive skin of David’s neck and ear, and it made every hair on his body prickle. Parting his lips, he slowly let a shaky breath out, hoping the attention of the Sheriff wouldn’t be drawn. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, his voice raspy. 

“Ain’t’chu scared?” 

David chewed on his bottom lip, his teeth and tongue sliding habitually over the sleek metal of his lip ring. Truth be told he was scared shitless. He’d never been to a jail before in his life! Sure, he didn’t know if this one would even count, considering they were the only two people there besides the Sheriff, and there was only holding cell, it looked like. But he was scared shitless. “No,” he lied quietly. Like David Desrosiers would admit to being afraid? Ha.

Pierre closed his eyes, leaning his head to the side so his head lay gently across David’s shoulder. “Ah am...” he said quietly. David’s head lifted, and he tilted his head to the side, laying it gently on Pierre’s. “Ah ain’t never been in trouble before...” Pierre continued, feeling strangely comforted by David’s minor action. He didn’t know why he was in the position he was... but he managed to get there somehow.