“Lullaby… and goodnight… go to sleep little Davey…” David sighed with irritation as he stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom. He looked over to the side, staring sadly at the empty spot next to him, the one that for the past few weeks had been filled with Pierre’s presence. Now that he was used to sleeping with him, there was something unsettling about sleeping without him. He missed him being there when he heard a scary noise. Who was supposed to protect him from the monsters under the bed, now? Or the ones above it? He looked up at his Sex Pistols poster, now understanding just what about it freaked Pierre out so much. Truth be told, it was a kind of creepy spot to put it in. They were covered in blood, with crazed looks in their eyes, and they were always staring at him. “Hush little Davey, don’t say a word… Pierre’s gonna buy you a mocking bird…” He sighed again and rolled onto his side for seemingly the fifth time that night.
“I miss you already, and I just saw you earlier,” David said, speaking to Pierre and wishing he could hear.
“No,” he said suddenly. “No!” David sat up and threw the blankets off of himself. “I’m not doing this to myself. I made a decision and that decision is final!” He kicked his feet over the edge of his bed and stood, walking slowly around his room. “It’s for the best! He loves me, and I don’t feel the same way! He would just get hurt in the end if I didn’t stop it now,” he told himself, nodding slowly. “I’m just doing him a favor. I’m saving him the trouble of feeling the David Desrosiers heartbreak, because we all knew it was going there anyway!” The more he talked to himself, the faster he walked, and the worse he felt. “I don’t know what I’m thinking about this for! He took it really well. I bet we’ll still be good friends after this!” Although he tried, he still didn’t feel any better about what he did. “I tried to have sex with him, and then I dumped him. Mid sex. GOD, what kind of person AM I? See? I’m right! It’s for the better. He wouldn’t have been happy with me, anyway. I’m whiny, and bratty, and a pain in the ass! Not to mention I can be a SERIOUS bitch.” David huffed quietly, his arms flailing through the air.
He stopped suddenly, and looked down at the ground, a great sadness taking him over. “But he’s such a good kisser… and he’s so sweet. And the way he makes me feel… God, it’s amazing.” David began pacing again, staring back at his original slow speed. “Well… I never said we couldn’t do anything, really. I pretty much just said we should just be friends.” The wheels were slowly turning in his mind, and he was coming to a conclusion that he really liked the sound of. “Technically we were only ever friends with benefits… so it’s not like we’d be breaking some kind of being friends rule! We were only ever friends to begin with!” David smiled and nodded his head at himself. “Yeah, we could just make out and stuff, with no feelings attached! Then no body has to know. HOT DAMN! I gotta go get me a piece of that Pie!” And just like that, he was out the door. He had to go talk to Pierre and tell him his plan!
“Now, if only I had a faster way to get there…” he said quietly, peeking out the front window and inspecting his mom’s car. “I would just be gone for an hour or two! Back before three. It’s only…” he trailed off and looked at the clock on the wall. “… twelve. She won’t even be awake by the time I get back. Now… where did she leave her keys?” He walked over to the couch and saw the keys sitting there on the coffee table. He quietly picked them up and looked at them in his hand for a few seconds, trying to decide if he was really going to go through with it. “To steal my mother’s car, or not to steal my mother’s car? That is the question…” He was silent for a few seconds more, before heading out the door. “Steal.”
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Pierre laid in bed with his eyes half open, dried tears making his skin feel stiff, and yet his eyes were still red and swollen from a night of crying. He didn’t think he’d ever cried so much in his life, and he was glad the ‘tired’ excuse bought him some time. By morning he would be fine, but he definitely didn’t want to see anyone before that, because it would be so obvious. Normally he was pretty good at keeping his emotions hidden, and not letting them run his life, but it seemed like lately he had just let them get away from him. That was when the problems had started; when he started letting himself feel things. David came into his life and he decided, why not? He opened up his heart and let someone else in. He showed him emotions he didn’t even know he was capable of feeling, and in the end, he was just hurt for it. David seemed like he wanted him to fall for him; maybe just so he would watch him be crushed.