Until the Sky Falls

"Don't let the sadness ruin everything..."

Saturday September 1st, 2007

A Bar in Downtown Montreal

11 PM

* Pierre's p.o.v. *

You know an engagement party is supposed to be fun, right? And sure, I was drinking a bit and having a good laugh with my older brothers and their wives -- yeah, they're both hitched already. Beat me to it, but then I've been busy with my head stuck up my ass. Not a good place to be, eh. But, I was telling you how I was supposed to be having fun right? Rochelle is that's for sure. She's out on the floor, dancing. I could see glimpses of her long blonde hair flashing under the lights as she moved amongst the throng of people. Some of her friends were with her. They were having a good time.

Me. I sat here craning my neck to look towards the entrance every second minute. Jon, my eldest brother, gripped my shoulder.

"They'll be here...they're your best friends, dude. They're probably just late."

I looked at him and shook my head. He didn't understand what was going on. And I definitely wasn't going to explain any of this shit to him.

"It's already 11, Jon."

"Give it another hour, you know how they are."

"No. Jon. I know how they are. If they were going to be here they would've been here at 9."

Grimacing I scrubbed at my face.

"I might as well give up. They're not going to show." I turned to the bar and motioned to the bartender. "Another Jack..."

My other brother, Jason, raised his eyebrows.

"Do you think you should be drinking so much?"

"Fuck you," I muttered, even though I know it lacked conviction. Jay sighed.

"What's going on, anyways? Since when do those guys miss a chance to party with you?"

I grunted, non-intelligibly as I downed the bottle of Jack as fast as I could, watching the liquid swirling in the bottle. My brothers shook their heads at me and wandered away, leaving me alone. I put the bottle down and leaned my forehead in my hands.

I knew deep down that the fact they weren't here was my own fault. The things I was doing...the things I had planned...had alienated me from them. And it hurt. Those guys had been my friends for so long...they were brothers to me. I didn't really have any other close friends and...and it hurt that they didn't want anything to do with me. Even Chuck hadn't shown up. The one guy out of the five that I thought would at least make an effort to come to my fucking engagement party.

I blinked rapidly. This night was important to me and even he didn't think that was worth putting his anger aside for...even for a couple of hours. My oldest friend...

I scowled as I felt a sudden wetness on my cheek. I smeared the back of my right hand across my face. Tears.

Fuck. I was crying. Fuck. Tasted salt in my mouth. Fuck...I can't do this...

I heard a step behind me and turned my head.

"Pierre? Hunny? What's wrong?" It was Rochelle. She placed her arms around my shoulders. I tried to smile, but failed miserably. Propping my head against my forearms, I shook it slightly. She stroked my hair softly.

"Pierre?"

I sniffed.

"You having a good time?" My voice muffled against my arms.