One Step At A Time [boyxboy]

Chapter 11

Oh, how beautiful the sun could be. The day was nothing short of gorgeous, and David was enjoying every bit of it that he could. The fact that the sun was even out [considering it was mid December], much less the day was warm, was pretty amazing to him, although, he wasn’t asking any questions; he was happy just accepting it for what it was. David was the kind of person that believed that life didn’t always have to make sense, and that some things just happened for the sake of happening. So he could just enjoy this sunny day with the hot boy next to him. 

Pierre turned to glance at David, the smile on his lips that of unconditional love, although David didn’t recognize it as such. He just smiled back, resisting the urge to reach over and touch his friend, although something told him he didn’t think Pierre would mind very much. Then what’s stopping you? David blinked, his face going pale as the all too familiar sound of a young girl’s voice penetrated his thoughts. He looked back at Pierre, his throat going dry. He absolutely refused to believe that he’d heard what he thought he’d just heard. 

Pierre glanced back at David, noticing the strained expression adorning his friend’s features. “Ya alraht?” he asked, his expression turning to one of worry. He moved a hand off of the steering wheel and placed it on David’s hand, which was resting in the seat. “Ya look lahk ya seen a ghost...” he said, glancing back and forth from the road and David. 

Go on, David... A small, pale hand was placed on David’s shoulder, causing him to spin around quickly in his seat. It’s time to move on, love. David stared at her, words escaping him. Her red hair, green eyes, pale skin, and light brown freckles weren’t hard to recognize; he’d looked at her enough times to remember. It’s time.

David shook his head slowly, tears brimming in his eyes as he stared at her. I can’t, he thought, his heart beating wildly beneath his chest. She smiled at him, her rosy cheeks looking exactly the same as he remembered. Her touch felt exactly the same, except so much colder; so much less presence was held in her air. I’ve tried... I can’t..

Reaching forward, she cupped his cheek in her hand, stroking her thumb gently over his soft skin. David’s bottom lip quivered as he rested his face in her hand, more tears streaming down his cheeks. You can do anything you want, Davey. That’s what I loved most about you.

The past tense of that sentence stung bitterly at David’s stomach; a feeling he hadn’t let himself feel in at least a year. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he was back in the hotel room, still curled in Pierre’s arms. 

David shot up quickly, a cold sweat running down his forehead and back. Let go... Her voice still rang clearly in his mind, although he knew now that he was awake. His chest rose and fell quickly as the dream ran through his mind. Her face hadn’t entered his thoughts in so long, and now it wouldn’t go away. He tried sleeping again; tried going back to Pierre’s arms; but the relief of sleep seemed to pass him by, and he found himself childishly cursing the Sand Man for not stopping for him. 

As he got up, he noted the time to be 5:23 AM, grumbling to himself about early mornings. Pierre was tired enough to sleep through his sudden awakening, something which David was truly grateful for. All he wanted at the moment was to be alone. He could feel a strong sensation taking over; one telling him that he direly needed something from the past, and he wouldn’t rest until he found it. With this feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, it didn’t take him long to get dressed, throw on some shoes, grab his wallet, and leave the hotel room in search of it. 

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When Pierre woke up finally, the lack of presence next to him told him that David was already awake. He sat up slowly, his hair messed up considerably, and his eyes half closed. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he opened them again, and glanced at the clock. “Ah slept in...” he muttered, staring at the bright green numbers that read: 10:34 AM. After sighing and standing, he walked to the bathroom, hoping David would be there. After realizing David wasn’t in the bathroom, he got a little worried. But at the same time, David might’ve just been outside, or maybe he was swimming! Or he could’ve even been out getting food. So why panic? He walked toward the door, throwing on an old, jean jacket and slipping on a pair of shoes, before pulling the door open and tucking the hotel key in his jacket pocket.