I'd Always Do Anything (Sequel to Touchdown Boy)

5. What's New, Scooby-Doo?

(A/N: Future me is going to hate myself, but at least I got a chapter out this week.)

Addison rubbed her lips together and puckered them, checking in the bedroom mirror to make sure her lip-gloss was evenly applied. Once she was satisfied, she turned to her bed where Pierre sat, waiting for her to finish getting ready. He didn't seem too bothered by the wait however, since he was just on his phone.

Addison sat down next to him and peered over his shoulder. Pierre was on Snapchat and he opened a new video message he had received. A brown haired boy with bright blue eyes appeared on the screen. Pierre turned on the sound and a heavily accented voice played through the speakers.

"Is this snap-snap?" the boy asked. A low chuckle came from the phone, sounding like it came from the person filming. "Are you on snap-snap?"

"Yeah, it's Pierre," the cameraman replied.

The boy gave a thumbs-up to the camera and smiled. "Hey, what's up, buddy?" the boy asked. The video ended and Addison glanced at Pierre, who was smiling nostalgically.

"Are those your friends back in Canada?" she asked. Pierre nodded.

"Yeah, that was a video of Séb sent by Chuck," Pierre explained. Addison nodded, recognizing the names of Pierre's bandmates. Pierre turned towards Addison, looking at her for the first time since she sat down next to him. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly.

"You know," Pierre said slowly, "I don't think I'll ever get used to how beautiful you are."

Addison rolled her eyes and hit Pierre's chest jokingly in order to draw attention away from her blush. "Oh stop it," she protested.

"What? It's true!" Pierre insisted, laughing at her reaction.

"Sure. It's not like you use that line on all the American girls you woo with your French," Addison teased, only partly joking.

"Au contraire, you're the only American girl I use my French tongue on, mon rêve," Pierre grinned. Addison giggled at his double meaning. Pierre leaned forward and connected their lips, as if to show Addison how he used his tongue.

"Mon rêve," Addison repeated softly when they pulled apart for air. "Doesn't that mean 'my dream'?"

Pierre nodded and Addison looked at him questioningly. "Trust me; you appear in my dreams more frequently than you'd think. Sometimes you're even wearing clothes," he added with a smirk.

"Pierre!" Addison exclaimed disapprovingly.

"I'm sorry! I can't control my dreams," Pierre laughed, holding his hands up in defense. "Although if I could, there probably wouldn't be any clothing involved at all."

"You're such a pervert," Addison shook her head.

"So you're telling me that you haven't had any dreams about me?" Pierre asked. He placed his hand on Addison's knee, creating butterflies in her stomach.

She gulped before answering. "I can't say that I have," she replied, keeping her voice even. She hadn't had any dreams about Pierre, but Addison rarely had dreams that she was able to remember.

"Well I guess I'll just have to give you something to dream about," Pierre whispered. He pressed his lips to hers once again and Addison greedily kissed back, entirely addicted to Pierre and his mouth.

"Should we get going?" Addison murmured against Pierre's lips when the kiss broke. Pierre groaned.

"I'm kind of enjoying what we're doing right now," he stated. "But I guess you're right. Let me just reply to Chuck first. Do you want to be in it?"