I'll Never Tell
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Simple Plan
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,338
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Simple Plan. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I'll Never Tell
'God I hate this song'
Playing onstage that's the only thing I can think of. My thoughts pushed out but for that one. I do, hate this song I mean. It's Perfect, and I just can't stand it. I just want to come out as a gay to the rest of the band. If I ever did, I would use the words "I'm sorry I can't be perfect", and hope they understood. They won't, and to know that Pierre would hate me for being this way, it would kill me. I can imagine what my parents might say, though.
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My mom would start it off:
"Can't you just *try* to be normal? Please? Are you trying to get back at use for not wanting you to be in the band?"
"Mom, no! I'm just.....different I guess."
"NO! My son will NOT be a silly little fag!"
"but dad-"
"No, leave this house NOW and don't you ever come back!"
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Not a real pleasent thought. Just as I finish my daydreaming I realize, the show has just ended. God am I glad that it was short this time, or else I would've been still playing *after* the show ended. Unpluging my guitar I head backstage.
"Dude, what happened to you out there? You looked like you weren't even there. It's good you know all of the songs by heart," Jeff laughed. Pierre started laughing, too. I had to get out of there before the sound of his laughter killed me. Why did I have to be so stupid? So cowardly? 'I should tell him' I thought. Turning around I went into the bathroom before those thoughts could get ahold of me. On the way to a stall I kept repeating to myself, "I'll never tell them, never."
As I entered the stall, I couldn't help but cry. I was in love with Pierre and he didn't even know! Leaning agains the wall, I slid to the floor. As I realized how loud I was crying, I just had to laugh. If anyone were to see me right now they'd think I was crazy. Tears streaming down my face, laughing so hard my sides hurt. I needed therapy.
"David? You in here?" Pierre called. Hearing my laughter he walked down to the stall I was in. As he opened the door, I realized that I hadn't locked the stall. That little thought only made me laugh harder. "Yeah, I think there's a little of me still left," I managed to choke out. As he smiled, the laughter died on my face. Gods, did he have a beautiful smile! It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
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A/N: So, this is my first fic *dances* I wanna apologize about it's shortness. I promise that longer chapters are on the way. Please comment, if only to say that you hate it (but don't kill me with evilness). So...yeah.
Playing onstage that's the only thing I can think of. My thoughts pushed out but for that one. I do, hate this song I mean. It's Perfect, and I just can't stand it. I just want to come out as a gay to the rest of the band. If I ever did, I would use the words "I'm sorry I can't be perfect", and hope they understood. They won't, and to know that Pierre would hate me for being this way, it would kill me. I can imagine what my parents might say, though.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My mom would start it off:
"Can't you just *try* to be normal? Please? Are you trying to get back at use for not wanting you to be in the band?"
"Mom, no! I'm just.....different I guess."
"NO! My son will NOT be a silly little fag!"
"but dad-"
"No, leave this house NOW and don't you ever come back!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Not a real pleasent thought. Just as I finish my daydreaming I realize, the show has just ended. God am I glad that it was short this time, or else I would've been still playing *after* the show ended. Unpluging my guitar I head backstage.
"Dude, what happened to you out there? You looked like you weren't even there. It's good you know all of the songs by heart," Jeff laughed. Pierre started laughing, too. I had to get out of there before the sound of his laughter killed me. Why did I have to be so stupid? So cowardly? 'I should tell him' I thought. Turning around I went into the bathroom before those thoughts could get ahold of me. On the way to a stall I kept repeating to myself, "I'll never tell them, never."
As I entered the stall, I couldn't help but cry. I was in love with Pierre and he didn't even know! Leaning agains the wall, I slid to the floor. As I realized how loud I was crying, I just had to laugh. If anyone were to see me right now they'd think I was crazy. Tears streaming down my face, laughing so hard my sides hurt. I needed therapy.
"David? You in here?" Pierre called. Hearing my laughter he walked down to the stall I was in. As he opened the door, I realized that I hadn't locked the stall. That little thought only made me laugh harder. "Yeah, I think there's a little of me still left," I managed to choke out. As he smiled, the laughter died on my face. Gods, did he have a beautiful smile! It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
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A/N: So, this is my first fic *dances* I wanna apologize about it's shortness. I promise that longer chapters are on the way. Please comment, if only to say that you hate it (but don't kill me with evilness). So...yeah.