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I Can Wait Forever
By .Jessica.

 


“Do you, Lachelle Nicole Farrar take Pierre Charles Bouvier to be your lawful husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part?”

“I do.”

“And do you, Pierre Charles Bouvier take Lachelle Nicole Farrar to be your lawful wife to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part?”

“I do.”

“You may now kiss the bride.”

*Flashback

“Guys that was a SICK show!” David screamed when we finally left the stage. I grinned from ear to ear. David was right. Tonight was our third show in California already. The fans here aren't as much as Montreal, but they're heck lot louder.

Patrick bumped into a stage crew member when he walked backwards trying to film what's happening.

“Guys, backstage fans are coming in ten.” Ricky, a venue worker informed us. I thanked him and headed straight to the backstage room.

It was bright with couches and some refreshment. Quenching my thirst, I waited for the fans to come in.

In my opinion, backstage fans were amazing, but on some nights it's just really isn't worth it. And today was one of those nights.

I felt extremely beat up today. The show made it worse, but that's the cons of being in a band. Nonstop work when you're about to collapse.

Trying to get some quick shut eyes, I rested my head on one of the pillows and tried blocking out the noise.

I couldn't fall asleep; instead I had images of Patrick's and Chuck's planners in my head. I hated how they all had a girlfriend because that meant he has to spend the nights alone in the house.

Jeff and his girlfriend, France has a date in Italy; Sebastien and Jamie in Montreal; David with some random girl from his high school, Chuck and Ashley relax in Miami soon and Patrick and Sarah going to Japan.

I groaned at the thought of that. Wave and I broke it off two years ago when she told me the whole band thing doesn't work for her. I'm entirely over her, but at times I hated the feeling of being alone.

“Pierre, dude, wake up.” Sebastien shook me.

“Huh? Wha? Oh, right. Yeah,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes and running my hair through my hair. I pulled on the friendliest smile I could and waved at every backstage fan coming in.

The early ones grabbed the available seats and the rest had to stand up. I could heard the others making conversation with the fans. I heard someone asking David about double bananas, and someone commenting on Sebastien's eyes like always.

A tall girl with long blonde hair came up to me. “Hey!”

“Hey, enjoy the show?”

She smiled and tucked her hair back, “Loved it. It was really amazing, I love your jokes!”

I laughed, “Are you serious? Those are my lamest jokes!”

She chuckled, “No, no, I'm serious! They're hilarious! How do you guys come up with it?”

I shrugged, “It sort of just comes out,”

She smiled and handed me some CDs and a t-shirt from the merchandise stand. I signed them all and before I could say anything else to her, the girl turned around.

“Lachelle! Lachelle, over here!”

My face grew hot. I know it.

It grew hot when my eyes instantly lay on the girl's friend, Lachelle. She was slightly taller than her friend with long blonde hair and black highlights under the layers. She wore a casual nice white top that showed her nicely tanned cleavage. Lachelle was on her cell phone, and when she finally came up to us, she hung up and flashed a perfectly nice smile.

“Hey, sorry, I had a tough time through the merch booth.” She apologized to her friend.

I stared at her. Her voice was like an angel too. Something I thought I'll never hear in real life, and only in movies. She turned away from her friend and focused on me.

We instantly made eye contact and I knew she was blushing. “Hi, Pierre.”

I almost stuttered, “H-Hey... Lachelle?”

Lachelle. What a nice and unique name. Lachelle. Lachelle. LACHELLE.

“Yeah,” she giggled. “Could you by chance sign this?” She simply laid out a black t-shirt.

“No CDs?” I laughed, trying to make conversation.

“No, I actually got them sign before.”

My eyes widen ... in my mind only. I kept my cool, “Seriously?”

HOW COULD I NOT REMEMBER THIS CHICK?!

Lachelle nodded, “I met you guys about four times maybe? Every show and I also flew to New York too.”

HOLY CRAP! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! HOW COULD I NOT REMEMBER HER?!!?

“Really? Because I'm sure I won't be forgetting a girl like you.”

Lachelle had a sheepish smile and shrugged. “You guys had another wonderful show.”

I looked up and handed the t-shirt back. “Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it.”

Lachelle's friend spoke up again, “How long are you staying here?”

“Uhh...” I scratched my head, “For about four more days before heading to Mexico.”

I could have sworn Lachelle almost cracked the hugest smile, but nonetheless, she blushed.

“Hey, listen, you guys want to hang out here for a bit? Then maybe to a party?” I offered. I couldn't let Lachelle get away that easily.

Lachelle's friend shrieked and jumped up and down; I took that as a yes, but my main answer was supposed to come out of Lachelle.

“I don't know...I got work tomorrow.”

“Aw, hey, what bad could one day of missing work could do?” I laughed. “Party? Simple Plan?”

Lachelle frowned and looked at her friend, then around the room and finally to me again. “Sure, why not?”

Later that night, after every fan left the room, Lachelle, and her friend Brittney stayed behind.

“Guys, this is Lachelle and Brittney. I offered them to stay and party with us.”

“Sweet! Nice to meet you both.” Jeff said.

---

“Pierre!” Lachelle called.

It's been one and a half year since we started dating. She agreed to move to Montreal only a couple of months ago and despite the little language barrier, she loves it here.

“Hey, babe.” I greeted, kissing her passionately on the lips. She pulled away and laughed,

“You want to catch a movie? We haven't done anything together for a while.”

“I know, I know. I'm sorry for that. What about a movie... and dinner?” I said, hugging her tightly.

Lachelle giggled and nodded.

---

“Lachelle, could we talk?” I knocked on her room. It was more of relaxing girls get together room since we share a room together.

She placed her magazine down, “What's up? Wrong's wrong, Pie?”

I nervously walked towards her and sat on the bed. She spun the chair around to face me.

“We're going on tour again.”

Lachelle's smile widen, “Hey, congrats! Where's the first stop?”

“Lachelle, we can't bring anyone along. The company can't afford to waste money on another tour bus for us.”

Lachelle's smile disappeared, “Oh... when are you guys leaving?”

“Tonight.”

That was the last time I saw Lachelle again. Ever since that morning, as soon as I said that one word, she left the house crying. I left her a note that I doubt she read.

I tried leaving several messages on her phone, but she never called back. I tried some of her other friends and they all told me they haven't heard from her in a while.

I groaned in frustration. This is what happened with Wave, and now it's happening to Lachelle.

“Pierre, we gotta go.”

It was Chuck calling me to go on stage. We were in Camden, UK and had a live morning show for BBC.I texted Lachelle one last time before heading onstage.

“Simple Plan, performing one of their songs, `Every time'!” The host said.

A small round of applause came into my ears.

“It was three AM when you woke me up
And we jumped in the car and drove as far as we could go
Just to get away
We talked about our lives
Until the sun came up
And now I'm thinking about
How I wish I could go back
Just for one more day
One more day with you

Everytime I see your face
Everytime you look my way
It's like it all falls into place
Everything feels right
Ever since you walked away
You left my life in disarray
All I want is one more day
It's all I need: one more day with you

When the car broke down
We just kept walkin along
Til we hit this town
There was nothing there at all
But that was all okay
We spent all our money on stupid things
But if I looked back now, I'd probably give it all away
Just for one more day
One more day with you

Everytime I see your face
Everytime you look my way
It's like it all falls into place
Everything feels right
But ever since you walked away
You left my life in disarray
All I want is one more day
It's all I need: one more day with you

Now I'm sittin here, like we used to do
I think about my life and how now there's nothing I won't do
Just for one more day
One more day with you

Everytime I see your face
Everytime you look my way
It's like it all falls into place
Everything feels right (Everything feels right)
Everytime I hear your name
Everytime I feel the same
It's like it all falls into place
Everything feels right

You walked away
Just one more day
It's all I need, just one more day with you.”

The music stopped. “I love you, Lachelle.”

When I got back stage my phone beeped.

`Your message: Lach, turn onto BBC

Could not be delivered.'

I pressed my lips together and walked out the set.

---

I rushed home; keys shaking as I desperately tried opening the door.

“LACHELLE!” I screamed, running up the stairs. I flung open her room door, no one. I opened my room, no one. There was no note, no sound... no signs of anyone living in here for a while.

I crashed down onto the couch. I was crying. I was crying that I lost the love of my life through the same way I lost another girl. I kicked the coffee table in frustration and leaned my head backwards. “Lachelle.” I whispered. Tears were rolling down my face, my heart feeling heavy. I left half way through tour to come back to her.

“Lachelle, I love you.”

What am I doing? She's no longer here. No longer able to hear me. Probably no longer caring for me.

“I love you too, Pierre.”

I jumped up and turned around to see Lachelle, puffy eyed with dark circles. She instantly cried when I made contact with her. The taste I haven't tasted for months, and touch I thought I'll never be able to feel again. It was all here now. All in my arms.

---

For then on, for most of the tours, I made sure Lachelle came with me, even if it meant paying up a couple thousands more. Money can't stop me from being away from Lachelle.

We were Brazil for a couple of days after concert. David convinced me to do what I feared for ages now.

I convinced Lachelle to go out to dinner with me that night. She looked more beautiful than ever. We had dinner outside the balcony. The candle made a nice soft glow against Lachelle. She smiled.

I motioned the receptionist that it's time. Seconds later, a solo violinist came to our table. He began a soft lullaby and Lachelle eyed me suspiciously.

I took her by the hand and I got out of my seat, knelt down while still having her hand in my grip.

“Pierre, what's going on?”

I shook my head, “Lachelle, I love you. I loved you since the first time I met you. I would never forget how I felt when I first saw you, when I first got your number. I love how you forgive me for every little stupid thing I do, and most of all I love how you choose me. Lachelle, I think you're beautiful, sweet, lovely, extraordinary, but words can't describe how magnificent you truly are,”

Lachelle blushed from the other table's gazes, “Pierre, what are you trying to say?”

I continued, “Lachelle, what I'm trying to say is, I want to spend my life with you. I would die if I can't be with you. Please, Lachelle Farrar, would you take the honour in marrying me?”

And from that moment on, I would never forget Lachelle's reaction. From the moment I slipped the silver ring on, her eyes already had tears. She pulled me up and kissed for what seemed like an eternity. The kiss that meant more than any other. It was 100% yes.

---

It was the summer of 2007 and we were all in California - Lachelle's home place. We watched The Killers performed in the same venue I met Lachelle. We convinced the security guard to let us backstage.

I smiled at the room and the experienced played back again. Lachelle got emotional again and we stood in that room for a good solid hour.

When the third record came out, we had a release party. The CD was blasting loudly non-stop. Lachelle pulled me out to the backyard patio.

“Pierre, can I tell you something?” Lachelle asked me.

I nodded, “Sure, babe, what's up?”

“I want to get married. I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long, but I'm ready.”

I kissed Lachelle on the lips, “Lachelle, honey, let me show you something.”

We made our way upstairs to our bedroom. I popped the third record into the CD player and hit play.

`You look so beautiful today
When you're sitting there it's hard for me to look away
So I try to find the words that I could say
I know distance doesn't matter
But you feel so far away
...'

“Lachelle, until you're really ready, I can wait forever.”

 

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